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
Lycan Ardor emerged from the bathroom, perplexed as to why he had felt strange earlier. He felt a sensation he had never felt before and pondered its meaning. The cold, stone-hearted monster felt a heartbeat just by looking at someone, which surprised him, but he dismissed it and summoned his Luna, Jeanne. ***********After a few weeks, Jasmine's suffering became more severe because she was being abused everywhere, including by the breeders. She became the favourite breeder, making everyone jealous. She had no idea that the Lycan King, Ardor, had developed feelings for her, prompting him to summon her to his room for almost everything. It was pleasant to begin with, but only if she knew what awaited her. "You are being summoned to the elders' meeting." An old breeder mouthed coldly, and Jasmine struggled to get out of bed and followed her immediately. She knew the trouble that would come after her if she dared you to refuse, She got to another part of the pack house, A
It was a few hours after the chaos in the pack house that Jeanne became enraged and walked away to clear her mind when she noticed a body in the thorn garden. "Who the hell is that?! " She mouthed, getting down from where she was to take a closer look at the body when the two men who tortured Jasmine purposefully walked past her with fake stories running from their mouths. “ She is so shameless, How can an ordinary breeder try to steal from another breeder, it's disgusting” The tall one with the name, Matt said with a surprised tone. "I am wondering where she went to hide, such a shameless girl." Jeanne listened to everything they said before calling them back. "What exactly are you talking about?, "Who is this breeder?" Asking, hoping it was Jasmine, was Jeanne's thought. With a mouthful that called attention to himself and others, the tall man was about to respond when he looked sideways and noticed Jasmine's body in the thorn garden. "What an asshole that new
“Damien!” an angry lady's voice could be heard even from a mile away. This shout came from the Davidson family mansion. The Davidsons are a well-respected family in Miami Florida due to one simple fact; Wealth.Damien Hawks was orphaned at a young age but worked double shifts at a restaurant to pay for his intuition. He had been fortunate, or rather unfortunate to once run into Amelia Davidson who had come into the restaurant to escape from a few thugs. Damien didn't know what had transpired or why she was being pursued by thugs, but he knew he had to do something, so hid her inside the kitchen and pretended nothing happened. When the coast was clear, Amelia came out and thanked him. That simple act had attracted her to him. They dated for a few weeks, but he never knew exactly who she was until one fateful night when they were attacked by thugs whose aim was to pressure Amelia to accept the marriage proposal of the young master of the Roach family; Seth.Amelia had begged Damien afte