Slade didn't mind the voice, he headed straight to the foyer. He couldn't find Lord JK in the foyer. "Is your dad not at home?" Slade asked Candyce. "Who's talking please? I can hear a voice but I can't see anyone." Candyce rolled her eyes, folding her arms. Slade didn't know what to say to her. "Meeting so often makes me feel like the wedding is in the corner." The familiar deep voice of Lord JK came from his side. Slade looked towards the hallway. There was Lord JK in a robe, walking towards him. "I'm really sorry for being a bother to you. I had no other choice. Something urgent came up, and I couldn't think of any other place to go." Slade apologized. "Oh, come on, Divine Doctor." Lord JK chuckled. "If you are this grateful to me, then what should I do after you saved my life? Should I drop on my face and roll to and fro? Or should I Will all my properties to you? I mean, the first one might be hard to do because of ego, but the second is impending already. Just a wedding a
"Who could it be?" Hushed whispers started flying around. The tension and anxiety scaled altitudes as gaze remained glued to the door. What should have happened in the blink of an eye seemed to be taking an eternity to be registered. "Could it really be him?" Those who were divided by differences and infidelity have now found a common ground and were not willing to compromise it. When the door opened, a tall man dressed in black was seen stepping out of the building. He looked to be at least 6ft6. Not only was he tall, but he was broad and hefty. "That cannot be him.""That's definitely one of his guards."The man started to walk towards the gate, outside which the group of people were gathered. As the man advanced towards them, they all tried to move back. None of them wanted to be a victim of violence. Although they were all rich folks, yet that was not enough to save them because they were obviously trespassing the property of the owner of the estate. "You better have a goo
"The door is opening again!!" The same person announced again. The place suddenly became dead quiet. All eyes and attention were spent extravagantly on the direction of the door of the villa. The door slowly opened and the tall and broad man stepped out into the open. "It's that asshole again." Someone said gritting their teeth. "Like you can say it to his face." "You better don't dare me. What's the worse he can do? Beat me---""Oh my God!" Someone exclaimed all of a sudden. "What's it?""Who's that coming?""This can't be real." Someone's eyes widened, so much that they almost popped out of their face. "Is that him?""Who's that man?""That's Lord Jendall Kurtis, you bastard!" Someone snapped. Everyone stared in utmost disbelief as soon as they saw Lord JK walking towards the scene. This was so unbelievable that most of their jaws were drooping, difficult to be held back in place. Mariana gripped the arm of her mother as though she would rip it off. It was hard to tell why
Slade prepared the interface between Mamita's body and the silicone arm. He was about to attach the prosthetic socket to ensure a secure fitting. His eyes were shut as he went through with the process. He didn't need his human eyes to do this. His human eyes were useless in a situation like this. He had already activated an alternative. The Vyion Eye. The entire room was radiating with the energy gushing from his body. The energies had flowed all over the place to the extent that the room now looked as though there was a blanket of fog reaching from one end of the room to the other. If a normal person walked into the room at that moment, they wouldn't even be able to see their own body. But this was the condition that was necessary for the perfect facilitation of the healing process. Slade proceeded with the suction-based attachment of the arm, because he wasn't going with the easy on-and-off functionality. Naturally, when fixing a prosthetic arm, many doctors mostly use the lock
"When the area was opened again, the pain returned. This time, it was multiplied. Why? Because not only was your arm opened again, but there was something else attached to your arm, hanging down the dedicate area.""In a few words, the prosthetic arm exacerbated the pain. But right now, I'll take it away." Slade promised. "Hold on..." Mamita called with urgency. "What do you mean... prosthetic?" She was trying to get the words together. Her eyes slowly moved from his face down to her body. She felt that the area of her missing arm was now very heavy. It felt like a rock was hanging down her limb. She suddenly saw the arm. A new arm hanging down her limb. Her eyes widened and she wanted to sit up at once, but a force held her back. When she looked, it was Slade putting her back into the position of rest. "Stay still." He said warmly. "H--how...?" She stuttered, trying to wrap her head around what was must be happening in that moment. Slade quickly slipped his palm to the back o
A young man stepped out through the gate of the most robust and formidable walls of the prison.His name is Slade Nyther. It has been three years since he went to prison in place of his girlfriend.Three years ago, Mariana, his girlfriend, came running with tears streaming down her face, hoping that Slade would attend traffic court on her behalf as the driver. She claimed to have been speeding—a misdemeanor punishable by up to three months in prison.She begged him, saying she didn't want to have a criminal record. She had just been accepted into university and was starting her life.Slade loved and trusted her too much. They were about to get married!But reality was not as it was preached when Slade got into prison. He was accused of being a hit-and-run murderer!Mariana seemed as panicked as he was. She told Slade that she had no idea how things had turned out this way and that she would do everything she could to get him out as soon as possible.She claimed that she would take c
Slade stood there like a log of wood that had just fallen into a pool of icy water. He felt stiff and immovable as he tried to process those few words that his nanny had just uttered.He slowly heaved the nanny from his chest and walked back to the building. He was shocked out of his wits. It could even be said that his actions now are but instinctive.He slowly pushed the door open, which fell away at his touch. Earlier, before he heard his name called by her, he had looked through a blow in the door to see the inside. But right now, the debris of the interior of his once beautiful home stood right their in front of him like a ghastly nightmare.Charred woods, melted plastics, shattered glasses, broken porcelain, and several other fire residues littered the whole room. Slabs of latte blackness crawling all over the walls. The ceilings were displaced, and the whole space was in ruins. A ruin that can hardly be fixed.Just staring at this, Slade heart became water! He knew what this
Anger swept over Slade like a violent storm!But even in this utmost rage, the first thing that came to mind was helping Mamita from the ground. She looked helpless and extremely weak on the ground. He slowly lifted her up until he was certain that her feet were stable. He helped her to the back, a distance from the construction workers. He placed both of his palms gently on her shoulders. "Please stay here. Those pigs would wish they were never born." Slade promised, bloodlust and rage struggling in his eyes. When Mamita saw his eyes, she felt chills all over her body. Who was this grown man standing in front of her? Was he really the same Slade that she fed and nursed? She could only but move her head as Slade instructed. Even if she wanted to argue, she couldn't find her voice. There was a mark of the leader's hand printed on her face. There was pain all over her neck, too. Even while she was in pain, she couldn't help but worry about Slade's safety. Slade turned