Seth paced back and forth in his office, his face red with rage."I can't believe it, Jordan! That damn Damien didn't die like he was supposed to! Worse is that I feel like Amelia is still in love with that trash! What does she see in that dead weight of a man!? I'm not ten times, no, a thousand times better than him!? And now, some mysterious Mr. Hawks has bought the company I wanted! It's a disaster! It's as if the universe is conspiring against me!"Jordan, his head of security, stood calmly, his eyes fixed on Seth. He was also shocked when he saw Damien standing by the door that night, without as much as a scratch on him. It was as if he had magically healed of everything. Jordan was sure he had broken every single bone in that lean body of his, and he even went as to slit his throat even when he was beaten to death just to make sure Damien was truly dead. Yet not even a thin line on the throat to indicate he has used a blade to cut it was seen. Damien was hale and hearty. So eith
Damien wasn't the only one chosen by a Celestial to receive a system or get a second chance. There were two more.. and one of them already got an early start ahead of the others.*Triton City.A BMW X7 can be seen stopping in front of a five-star hotel, the driver steps out and opens the back door, and out comes the most gorgeous man ever seen; dark blond curly hair, immaculate shaped oval face with a square jaw, ruby lips, gold coloured eyes and well toned tall body, his surpassed all sexy models in all of Triton City. Dressed in a custom-made golden suit, he strolled into the hotel, heading straight for the receptionist.“Hello Miss.” the man said with a smile that can make a thousand girls faint.“He..hello..sir” the female receptionist struggled to speak as she was mesmerized by the gorgeousness of the man in front of her.“Is the suite free? I will need it,” he said, his smile still on his face.“Of course Sir. Your name Sir?” she replied with her head down so as not to lose foc
The next day Maximus thought it was best to establish himself as soon as possible, thus he left the hotel and decided to return to the bank, he aimed to enquire about the possibility of buying a company building and a house. He didn't want to go to any agency as that would cost him more.Maximus called his driver after he had his shower and breakfast, then he picked up a new gold suit, wore his pair of gold shoes and then went to the elevator which took him downstairs. His driver was waiting for him in the reception lobby.“Good morning Mister Gayle Sir, where do you wish to go today?” the driver, a bald-haired middle-aged man, was of common blood with no affinity to any element whatsoever.“Morning George, take me to the bank. It's important.” Maximus said with the air of a rich businessman.“Right this way sir.” the driver gestured to the car outside.Maximus walked to the gold-coloured BMW X7, he had specifically money to get it painted yesterday, for now, this will do, he plans to
Maximus was now headed to an Estate management agency. Esther had told him that if he wanted to buy a house, they were his best bet. The gold-coloured BMW X7 cruised through the city of Triton and entered the Gonzalez district, this district was owned by the Gonzalez family clan, they were known to be formidable and unrestrained, one could think of them as a Mexican gangster family.“Be careful, the Gonzalez family controls this district, they are known to be shrewd and sometimes they tend to extort money from rising rich men,” Esther advised.“Don't worry. The agency is just a few more blocks from here, right?” Maximus asked while swerving from the disturbing topic.“Yes Sir,” she replied but she still wasn't at ease. Maximus could feel her emotions bubbling, he gazed at her hands and saw they were balled up into fists.“What tragedy did you suffer in this area?” Maximus asked her.“Huh!?” Esther stuttered taken aback by Maximus' question.“Something happened to you here, Am I right?
[A face-off between two candidates other than Damien was just about to take place].Ren walked into the grand Hall of the Chamber of Commerce, his eyes adjusting to the sleek, modern interior. He approached the reception desk, where a stern-looking woman with a tight bun and glasses gazed at him disapprovingly."Can I help you?" she asked curtly."Hi, I'm here to inquire about starting a company," Ren replied, his enthusiasm undeterred."I'd love to speak with the manager, please."The receptionist raised an eyebrow."You're a student, aren't you?"Ren nodded, his backpack slipping off his shoulder."Yeah, I'm a college student. But I'm also an entrepreneur. I have a great idea for a VR game company—"The receptionist cut him off, her tone firm but condescending."I'm afraid our services are for established business professionals, not students. Come back when you've graduated and have some real-world experience."Ren persisted, his determination evident."But I've done my research, an
Damien sat in his small, cluttered apartment, staring at the blank walls as he thought about his next move. He had the Fortune System, an AI inside his brain that granted him cash and skills, but he still needed a plan."Fortune, I need your help," Damien said aloud, knowing the AI could hear him."Hello, Damien," the Fortune System replied, its voice echoing in his mind. "What do you need assistance with?""I want to start a company, but I have no idea where to begin," Damien admitted. "I need a building, a team, a business plan... everything.""Leave that to me," the Fortune System said. "I'll provide the funds and skills you need. But first, we need to find the perfect building."Damien's eyes lit up as the Fortune System began to display images of potential buildings in his mind."Wow, these are great," Damien said, impressed. "But how do I know which one is right?""Trust your instincts," the Fortune System replied. "You know what you're looking for. And remember, I'll guide you
Jasmine was observed sitting on a bed, daydreaming and thinking back on her past. " Father, I do not want you to go." Little Jasmine pouted as she clung to her father. The man smiled as he carried his lovely daughter up. "I need to go; I am a Pack warrior and one of the strongest," her father said, ruffling her hair. Jasmine sighed sadly; she had no idea why her mind was racing, but she had a feeling something was about to happen. "Okay, father," she replied, wriggling free from her father's grip. Warrior Carlos, Jasmine's father, smiled at his daughter before leaving the house. Thirty minutes later, smoke filled the town as everyone fled for their lives, including Jasmine's stepmother and sister, who fled to the pack house, which was a bit out of town. Jasmine ran outside to find her father. People called her back and even pulled her, but she struggled and continued running into the smoke. "Father," she called repeatedly, her legs crossing each other, causing her
Following her stepmother home was her only option, and Jasmine's eyes grew wide as she attempted to comprehend what her stepmother meant by speaking. Her father's possession and her mother's pendant are still in that house and those are the things precious to her even more precious than her own life. "The Lycan King demands that she be delivered today before nightfall. Pack out all of her rags." Because of her stepmother's haste, she found herself in a pack that appeared larger than their own before she realized what had happened. While she continued to scan her surroundings, two maids approached her from either side; one of them turned to face the guard who had brought her in for questioning. "Is she the breeder of the Lycan King?" Even the maids are hesitant to call his name, as the maid speaks softly. At the mention of that, Jasmine's heartbeat increased its pace, She was only rushed to this pack without any idea of what she was to do. How can she become a breeder to