(Author's Note: Three chapters has been allocated to Maximus' colorful and action packed backstory. It will be a first person POV as Maximus is recounting his earlier days)."Some think the mighty and powerful – heads of state, military commanders, and billionaires – are untouchable, exempt from the rules that govern the rest of us. But I've seen the other side. I wasn't born with a golden spoon or a title. I was once just like everyone else, with hopes and heartaches. And I, too, once felt the all-consuming fire of passion."I stepped into the dimly lit room, neon lights casting an eerie glow. A long, imposing table dominated the space, flanked by six chairs, only one of which remained empty. The darkness was suffocating, obscuring everything, including my own reflection. I claimed the final seat, my presence a declaration of defiance.They thought me ill-prepared, too green for this high-stakes mission. But they underestimated me. As leader of the KWE mercenary group, a small yet fo
The air erupted in a cacophony of gunfire as my team and I found ourselves trapped in a deadly ambush. Xenos militia troops emerged from the shadows, their weapons blazing."Dammit, we've been set up!" Risky yelled, diving beside me to avoid a hail of bullets. "I knew those Candace government officials couldn't be trusted! Saboteurs, every last one of them!"My instincts had warned me something was off, but I hadn't anticipated this level of betrayal. The Xenos had brought an entire battalion to take down seven former soldiers – an absurd show of force."Three hundred soldiers against seven of us?" I muttered, incredulous. "Who mobilizes an army for a handful of men?"The militia's relentless barrage pinned us down, forcing us to scramble for cover. Our team's training kicked in, and we returned fire with precision, but the odds were stacked against us.As bullets whizzed past, I assessed our situation. We needed a new plan, and fast, or risk being overrun.“Father! Shall we retreat!?
[Discretion: R +18]Emeka's voice was low and husky. "Assume the position," he whispered, his palm tracing the curve of her backside.She obeyed, crawling onto the bed with fluid grace. "I live to serve, my love," she purred, her tone dripping with seduction.The command had ignited a spark within her. She settled onto her hands and knees, her body arched and inviting.Emeka's eyes roamed over her, his gaze burning with desire. He reached out, his hand connecting with a gentle smack on her rounded flesh."Your wish?" she teased, glancing back at him with a sultry smile.She kneed on the bed with her well shaved pussy fully opened. Emeka licked his lips and pushed in two of his fingers and pulled out again."Ohhh, please just fuvk me,"she moaned. Emeka spank her butt once more and dive all the way to her hilt without warning."whhsh.."she moaned out in pain. She didn't mind being treated like a hooker, she was certainly enjoying every bit of it.Emeka began riding her roughly and her m
[28th December 2024.]This was the big day. Today's the day my soulmate and I become officially a couple. I couldn't be more happier. I went to the wardrobe and brought out the Italian suit which I had bought just for this day.“Max, dress up, everyone's ready except you.” My Mom shouted from the balcony.“I'll be through soon Mom.” I shoved my excitement aside and wore the suit, combed my hair, and rushed off to the balcony.“Are the cars ready?” I asked Mom.“Keep smiling like that and our soon to be inlaws will think you have a facial disease.” my Mother berated me with a smile plastered on her face.“My boy is finally becoming a man.” she squealed as she cupped my face. Mom was dressed in a silk-satin sky blue evening gown, with a V neckline. This dress code was brought by a very good friend of mine, Queen Esther. “You look gorgeous Mom.” I said, while she blushed.“Stop making this old lady feel young.” she said while smiling.“Hurry up y'all, we're gonna be late.” Erik my son s
I stepped into the dimly lit room, neon lights casting an eerie glow. A long table dominated the space, flanked by six chairs. The darkness was almost palpable, obscuring everything but the faint outlines of my elite assassins."BOSS!" The room reverberated with the united shout, my Killer-Wolves greeting me with customary fervor.These skilled mercenaries were my creation, handpicked and trained after my England mission. Originally known as Wardogs Organization, we'd evolved into a force to be reckoned with. Countless suicide missions had forged us into an unbreakable unit, fearless and unwavering.Our reputation soared after the lucrative Bornu state mission. Millions in payment had elevated us to the top tier of mercenary guilds.I settled into the throne-like chair, surveying my team. "Be seated."As they took their seats, I began, "You're all aware of recent events."My assassins remained silent, their attention riveted on me, awaiting my next words.“I don't desire pity. I simpl
Bullets rained around me, AKs and shotguns firing in relentless succession. But I stood unfazed, slicing through the policemen like a scythe through wheat.My blades danced with deadly precision, cutting down anyone who dared stand in my way. With the immediate threats neutralized, I prepared to move on to the detention room.Suddenly, my instincts screamed warning. I sidestepped and pressed against the wall, narrowly avoiding a hail of gunfire.The sound echoed through the corridor, and I countered with swift efficiency. A ninja star flew from my hand, striking its mark with deadly accuracy.Puuok! The cop's forehead imploded, his body crumpling to the ground.With the opposition cleared, I strolled towards the detention room, my stride purposeful and unhurried. "Time to pay our prey a visit."As I got there, I could sense more than one lifeforce, and I could also smell gunpowder, lots of it, and fear. I smiled, it seems not all the pests have been taken care of. I took out three sho
The news report painted a grim picture: forty policemen brutally slaughtered, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Witnesses described the killer as a mysterious figure clad in black spandex, wielding dual black swords and escaping on a powerful motorcycle.The police were on high alert, attributing the massacre to the notorious assassin known as Black Heart."...The Commissioner of Police has vowed to apprehend the perpetrator," the news anchor continued, before the TV screen flickered to black.I tossed the remote onto the couch cushion, already knowing the details. Hollow Reaper, my reliable informant, had briefed me on the next target: Mr. Stanley Kubrick, a college professor.My plan was simple: infiltrate Kubrick's office and eliminate him discreetly, avoiding the spectacle of my previous hit.As I turned on the shower, I thought back to the day of my wedding, I could have sworn things were finally going to be perfect for me, only for Fate to fuck it all up for me.*Ring*
As I turned to leave the office, I urged the frightened girl, "You should go before someone arrives."But she grasped my arm, her eyes pleading. "Take me with you," she implored, her voice trembling. "I want to be like you."Her words caught me off guard. I had expected anger, accusations – not admiration."Murderer," she should have said. "You'll pay for your crimes." Or, "Wait for the police, you can't escape."Instead, her sparkly eyes shone with a mix of desperation and fascination.My hardened heart softened slightly, sensing the pain behind her words. She had likely suffered at the hands of ruthless lecturers, forging a steely resolve.But my path wasn't hers to follow. Blood and knives wouldn't heal her scars. She needed love, care, and protection – not the darkness I embodied.“Sorry to bust your bubbles, but I can't” I replied and tried to shake off her hand from my arm, surprisingly it didn't budge.“Please. I have no one else. I am an orphan and I work hard to take care of