Slade was moved to the depth of his being as he stared at her. There were tears rolling from his eyes as he swallowed, letting all the emotions out. "It was you wasn't it?" He asked softly, trying to create a conversation, yet not wanting to wake her up. "The Poppings that called the cops the night of the evil occurrence. It was you."Slade had been thinking about it ever since David mentioned those words. There was no other person whom he knew by that name. In fact, he was the one who gave Mamita that name long ago. It was a dull evening and they were playing on the lawn. Slade ran to a young and extremely pretty lady who was sitting on a reclining chair by the pool. There was a tablet in his hand. "Look at her. She looks like you." Young Slade had said, pointing at a lady's picture on the tablet. "Oh, Slade. Don't flatter me." The lady had chuckled, blushing a little when she saw the person in the picture. "No. She looks like you. I'm very sure." Young Slade had innocently ar
Slade was clueless as he stood there. There was nothing he could relate this situation to. In fact, he had no idea from where these man came. While he was shopping for the clothes, he didn't see any of them around. Thinking about it closely, Slade realised that when he entered into the boutique, there was no one at the door. There was no security man!This makes Slade even more stunned to see the men! Did they spawn out of thin air? There was no telling. All he could worry about was what was happening! Why did the alarm system of the boutique suddenly go off? Why are these men surrounding him?"Step aside sir." A feminine voice was heard. Slade turned to see the sales rep walking out of the counter. She was approaching Slade. She was a tall lady with long legs and nice curves. Slade shouldn't be bothered about what she looked like. He already had enough on his plate. "Can you please tell me what is happening?" Slade asked, still standing where he was. Even if he was to step asi
Slade just sat staring at the man. This would be the first time ever that he would hear something like this. The alarm system of a company trips off because of a card? Because of the amount that a card holds?Alarms were usually connected to serious situations in companies, like for example when there is a case of robbery or theft!Slade couldn't help but wonder right now. If this store trips its alarm off over a card, then what would happen if there's a real calamity, like robbery or fire?Would the whole building be glowing red? Slade couldn't begin to imagine. "You see, sir, there's a math working here. If a card can hold fifty thousand dollars. Then the owner of the card at least has two hundred thousand in their savings. That's the rule here according to TBOP.""In few words, your card seems to exceed a hundred million dollars value and the machine couldn't process the payment." The manager paused for a moment. At this point, his face changed a little bit. There seemed to be s
Candyce was offended by what that man had just said. The man who had referred to her as one of Slade's mistresses. "Look at his dress. It looked like the same dress that man from the Nyther-Rim video wore." Another person added. "Could he be the boss that the internet has been talking about?""Do you mean the boss of Lord JK?" "I mean that would make sense. Giving the fact that his card tripped the alarm off."The clientele continued to argue over the same bone of contention. Candyce on the other hand was not willing to let this slide. She wanted lash out back at the man who had referred to her as an option!Slade also heard what the man had said. He also knew that Candyce was a kind of person who would react immediately if she feel in a way about something. She wasn't the type to hold her emotions back. "Hey!" Candyce called at the man who had said such a thing about her. She was going to turn around when she felt a strong arm around her waist. She shivered at the firm touch t
"I told you not to turn around." Slade scolded, but Candyce didn't break the gaze. Her eyes remained glued to Slade's chest. When Slade saw her reaction, he slowly looked down at his own chest. There were at least five long scars that were inter-connected across his chest. These scars used to be gores that were filled with flesh over the course of time. When Candyce saw this, she couldn't help but be scared and terrified. What could have happened to Slade that left so many scars all over his chest?She slowly started to reach her hand out. She was scared but curious. Slade didn't stop her. He realised that she was already too smitten to be pulled back. The tip of her finger touch the first crack in his skin. She shuddered when she registered the touch. Slowly, she gained some confidence and began to trace her finger through the hollow of that scar till she got to the T-junction of scars on his chest. She gasped. She lifted her gaze to look at him. His eyes were dark and cold. H
A stem of rage shot up inside Candyce as soon as she heard the voice. There were two major reasons why she was getting so mad. The first was because she had just heard the voice of a lady. As if that was not enough, the lady had proceeded to use endearing words and remarks to address Slade. She started to think of who the caller could be. The caller had just talked about some party. She could recall vividly that she and Slade were on their way to a birthday party! Could the organiser of this party be calling Slade?Could it really be the perfume girl? Candyce was having a hard time coming to terms with her thoughts. If the perfume girl was actually calling Slade, what does that go to prove? Could it be that Slade is in a relationship with someone else? Could Slade really be a two-timer? Was he planning on playing her?Candyce had a lot of thoughts flying from one corner of her brain to the other. "Don't give me cold shoulders, sweetie. It's been a day or two since the last incide
Mariana saw Vixton talking to someone but she didn't know who the person was. She only saw the backview of the person. "Don't you think that is Slade?" A feminine voice said beside her. "Are you dumb? What Slade!" She scoffed. "Didn't you see how well that man is dressed. Where would Slade get the money to afford such luxury! Not in this lifetime. Not even if he repeated twenty lifetimes." She scoffed. All of a sudden, Mariana stopped laughing and turned to look at the person she had been talking with. "Celia!!!" She exclaimed when she saw her cousin. "What the hell are you doing here? Who told you that you could come?" She scolded. "Do you hate me that much, Marian? How could you say cruel things like that?""I'm just worried about you. Why did you even bother to come when you know that you won't be allowed in?" Mariana didn't stop for a moment. "Did you stop to think that this party is an exclusive one? Admission is strictly based on invite!" Celia looked hurt by the continous
"My name is Dexter Havill, and I would love to keep your company today." Dexter offered, reaching his hand out to Candyce. Candyce didn't take his hand. Instead, she was rather infuriated that someone out of nowhere had the effrontery to make such an offer to her. Candyce was not the type to swoon over men that came her way. In fact, she has had a lot of wealthy men, and their children make an assembly just to get into her good books. Every passing day, her list of suitors was continuously updated. She had never for once taken it seriously. She wanted to be able to choose for herself. She was sick of them."Did he just call himself Dexter? Is that really Dexter?" Some girls were muttering as soon as Dexter stepped forward. "He is the grandson of the patriach of the Havill family. The only son of Calvin Havill." Another person added. When Dexter heard the people talking about him, all he did was smile. The fact that the people knew whom he was meant that they would respect him. If
Slade landed dramatically at the shore of the lagoon at the end of the Heaven Coast Forest. He looked towards the forest as his eyes squinted. His Vyion Eye was still active so he wouldn't have a tough time finding the lady. The classified vision highlighted the path that led in the direction of the lady. Soon enough, he found himself walking down a narrow path that led towards a fountain. He could hear the body of water crashing ruthlessly against the rock. When he approached the fountain, he found the lady standing butt-naked, her back was positioned towards his direction. She was dripping. It seemed like she had just finished having a bath. She was whistling, and her voice was melodious and very enchanting. The harmony of her whistles provoked goosebumps and made head swell to the intricacies of the unknown witchery. Suddenly, she stopped whistling. She felt a presence behind her and turned around to look at the person. When she turned around, there were two large cats standi
Slade could swear with everything that he held dearly that he didn't open the door. The truth was that, he had tried to do what the old man had instructed him to do, yet he didn't get the door to open. Instead, he had continously been thrown away from the door whenever he made an attempt to open the door. Right now, when he pushed the door open slightly, he realized that the door was open. "Did I open the door? Really?" He started to doubt his own sanity. "When I tried to open the door with the scar, I was thrown away. How can I open the door when I was thrown away? Getting thrown away, doesn't that mean that something is wrong?""But then, could getting thrown away be the side effect of successfully opening the door?" Slade tried to understand the most logical possibility of event here. It didn't make any actual sense. "If that's the case, then why did I get thrown away each time I tried to open the door? Did the door open three times or more?"Slade realised that if he remained
The lady was lying on the ground, between the cluster of shrubs as she panted heavily. She was stark naked and covered in sweat. Her hair was disheveled and some part of her body was smeared with dust and green. She sighed continously. A wave of peaceful air flowed all about her, giving her this comforting feeling that she had never felt in a long time. The lips of her honeypot was coated with her juice and her legs were trembling. She heard the footsteps receding from her and tried to sit up. Sitting up, she saw the monster man who had just destroyed her warmth. He had finished ramming her as though he was a tractor plowing through a tough forest. Yet he was walking away strongly as though he had just taken a nap. "What kind of a man is this?" She muttered to herself, as her rage turned into admiration. Then her face changed again. "Hey! Where are you going?" She called when a sudden realisation hit her. If he is headed in the direction of the Lotus lagoon, doesn't it mean tha
Slade knew that the last thing he wanted to do in this moment is to get distracted. He couldn't afford it. But staring at this gorgeous lady standing in front of him, he couldn't help but let his jaws drop all over the floor. He didn't even know what to believe in a situation like this. Was she really a lady or a creature! For all he knew, she might be something else disgusing as a lady. Even at that, Slade didn't think it would be so easy for him to disregard the fact that her choice of character was out of this world. Candyce was indeed beautiful and gorgeous. But the likes of these lady standing in front of him, would make Candyce jealous if they were in the same room. "I must admit it. You're quite beautiful." Slade didn't know when those words flew out of his mouth. The manner at which he was acting right now, one would think that perhaps he had lost his mind. Some might think that he was under a spell and was being bewitched by the lady. But Slade could tell that much that
"Don't you think it's stupid to come here all alone?" A sudden feminine voice said behind Slade. Slade stopped in his tracks. A mile ahead of him was the Lotus lagoon that leads to the island where Niel Rim-Adon had told him to go. Slade had been told by the old man that something huge await him there. Ever since Slade arrived at this forest, he has not been attacked by any creature. Save for the two nuisance who came driving to their death, which had distracted him, there was no other difficulty. Slade was closer to his destination. He could get this done quickly and return to his daily life of vengeance. He has only been able to pull one revenge off. There are still five more families to go! Also, he still has to reclaim the lost company of his family which was stolen by the six families. And he wanted to do so the way the six families had stolen it. He stopped thinking about other things that do not contribute to his situation at the moment. He turned around to look behind hi
The leader of the henchmen realised that he was flowing in the sky, yet he didn't know how that has come to be. A second ago, there was a stray young man standing in front of his car. He had tried to run the guy over when all of a sudden, he felt something hit his car. If he was driving through the forest, he would have thought that he had hit a huge tree in his way. But he was driving on a plain and tarred road that divided the forests. He didn't know what to do or think in a situation like this. "Ahhhhh!!!" He let out a piercing scream as the car started descending.The speed of its descent was very much quicker than when it was going into the air. The force was swift and very impounding. Crash!!! The car dove face down into the tarred road with its bonnet. The windscreen shattered, and the shards of glasses flew towards the face of the leader, spraying into the eyes of the fellow. "My eyes. Blood!!" He screamed as he felt the shards sticking into his eyes. He could feel pain
"Tell me Tyq. What brought you to my villa? Curiosity or chance?""I did." A feminine voice called from behind the henchmen. Candyce and Mamita walked into the scene. Candyce was leading the way. "Baby." Lord JK said as soon as he saw his daughter. When Tyq heard Lord JK calling Candyce "baby", he was almost horrified. The only thing he could think of was Candyce being the wife of Lord JK. He had a conflict in his mind which he was struggling with in that moment, but he couldn't really tell if it was the best thing to get occupied with or focus on the present matter at hand. "When did you return?" Lord JK added as Candyce walked to him and hugged him. "Not long ago. We saw him lying on the street and decided to bring him home." Candyce answered, now standing next to her father. Tyq bounced back into reality in that moment. It wasn't the game of guesses anymore. This matter was getting very real and legit. He couldn't continue to disbelief for long. Not even if he wanted to. "Y
The lad didn't stop for a moment as he kept on running after he had pushed the door open. He ran in the wrong hallway and kept on increasing his speed as though his whole life depended on it. Well, for a fact, that was the idea. He felt like his whole life was dwindling in his eyes. He got to the end of the hallway and found that there was nothing in his way but a tall and thick wall. There was no way he was going to break through the wall and smash it into pieces. "What the hell! Why is there no door at the end of this hallway?" He was really confused and worried. He knew for a fact that there was no going back in the direction he had come from. There was a reason he had ran away from that room. What if he was right? What if this people were tricking him to believe that they wouldn't end up harming him? What if they were only looking for a way to make terrible things happen to him but are disguising it as though it was something rather special. "Where is he? Where did he go?" De
Stephen was pacing the foyer to and fro. His head was hot and aching! He was in distress. His entire body was almost in a lock down. At this point, it felt like a part of his body had shut down. Suddenly, he felt an adrenaline surge course through his body. He walked directly to the table and kicked it. The glass table shattered into shards. He walked to another corner of the foyer and broke a few other things. He smashed the TV and continued to cause a havoc until he came to a pause. No matter how much damages he was causing, he realised that his rage didn't subside. It only felt like he was causing himself some financial mischief. Of which he didn't really care about. When he came to a pause, a new idea popped up in his mind. The idea was strange but fresh. His eyes lit up. It would seem like the common phrase that fly around people's lips, 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'This new thought that he had seemed like the light he has been waiting for at the end of this lon