Slade became emotional. He couldn't help but imagine what the remains of his burnt family would look like. He shut his eyes, gritting his teeth as he tried to clear his head. He needed to shut those images out. "If you would allow me. I'll hunt down these families that orchestrated the incident. I will drag them through flames and fury!" Lord JK swore, sharing from the grief of Slade. When Slade opened his eyes, there was a soft smile in the corner of his lips. He looked too relieved for someone who was heavily pinned down by emotions ago. What he had in mind for these families was something that no one, not even General Trent, would be able to pull off. Something that even if Jeffrey Dhamer hears it, he would feel sick to his stomach and puke his lungs out. No one can pull off this revenge plan as he has envisaged it. There is a reason why he was taking so much time. And now that the time is up, the show must go on!"What will happen to the elderly folks in the meantime?" Slade c
Amelia was flabbergasted and extremely embarrassed following what had just happened. She couldn't bring herself to believe this. When Slade had scooped her into his burly arms and led her to the bedroom, she had thought that finally she would get him to do what she wanted. Amelia was quite a cougar in bed. If she gets on a man, she definitely knows how to make the man confess all his sins with the way she'd dominate and instruct the rod! She was that gifted. She had thought that she would be able to pull that trick on Slade, too, although she was also beginning to find Slade very attractive. Slade stood up from her, towering over her as she stared at him cluelessly, breathing as though her lungs would fly out through her mouth. "And for context." Slade added. "The lady you saw with me at the party is my woman." He added. After saying all these, he turned around and headed out of the room. Amelia remained in bed for another few seconds. She was trying to put her thoughts togeth
Amelia felt like she had been shot after what Slade had just said. The pain is without measure. The embarrassment is in the fullest of its form.No one has ever been so rude to her like this. Ever! No one has ever made her feel so bad and terrible about herself. All of a sudden, her eyes became wet and she started to cry. "What the hell." Slade didn't expect this. Amelia was crying so loudly as though she was mourning the death of a loved one. Out of the blue, some hurrying patting sounds were heard coming from the left. Slade looked and saw a dog! Amelia's dog. The same dog which he almost crushed the other day. The dog ran directly to where was and started to bark. It was growling and barking with everything that it had in it. It kept on barking, moving closer and closer to Slade. When the dog realised that no matter how hard it barked, Slade didn't even budge, the dog went for his shoe and started to bite it. Slade couldn't help but laugh as this was happening. He couldn't h
It was 8pm and the main villa of the Havill family was bustling with people of color and status. It was the birthday of the patriach of the Havill family. The old man is turning ninety today, but he looked like someone who just making his full turn to seventy. It was said that he had been observing some traditional rites which were responsible for the vibrance of his health. The main area of the living room was not congested even though there were about thirty people present. These people were dressed so radiantly that the chandelier that lit the night couldn't help but illuminate the glitters of the fashionistas. The old man, Chairman Havill, was seated in a special spot. There were two people standing next to him. Two tough men wearing black suits. These men had dark shades on. It was said that these men used to work under the tutelage of General Trent. They had been sent away by the General because they didn't know the difference between duty and humanity. They were said to
All attention shifted from both Chairman Havill and Dexter to the door!They had all be murmuring and bickering over the feat that Dexter had just achieved. It was like breaking a world record. It was extraordinary. All of a sudden, a roar had come from the door. The opening of the door was like the eruption of an earthquake. It had come with so much force and out of the blue. "Who's that?" Someone asked the question everyone was trying to ask. It was the birthday of one of the powerful shareholders in Nyther-Rim Groups and there was someone who had suddenly intruded? Talk about guts!The people didn't really know what to think of this. But right now, they were mostly worried about identifying who this person really is. Based on where this strange man was standing, it was hard to tell much about him. The strange man was standing at the entrance of the foyer. There was not much lighting in that area of the room. They could hardly tell what he looked like or what his business was.
The foyer froze up as though a storm of ice and icicles had just blown through. There was no one in the hall who was in their right minds. None could make a decision for themselves except staring. They all stayed glued to their various spots as Slade Nyther, the mysterious man in mask, strode out of the building with the head of the patriach of the Havill family in his left hand. Dots of blood trailed the steps of Slade as he walked away from the scene. No one could yet tell who this mysterious person was. Who was so powerful to have killed the two Lost Beasts and one of the members of the board of Nyther-Rim Groups. Not along after Slade vacated the building and got into his car, the aura was retrieved, and everyone got a hold of themselves once more. But this time, the reality of what had just happened dawned on them. Screams started to fly around as the scene gained more enlightenment, and the brains started registering the awful and dreadful facts. There was a pool of blood
Due to the nature of the economic revolution in Pinnacle county, golf was mostly the valued sport in the nation. There was no sport that gained as much popularity as golf in the county. For the past few months, there has been a competition going on and today was the final of the event. In fact, in a few hours, the match will commence. But all of a sudden...A few hours into the night, the whole of Pinnacle County was on a chokehold because of a very disturbing news. The headlines, TV stations, and radio stations were going crazy. Nobody was talking about the golf game anymore. The final match has started already, but no one wanted to watch or listen to it. In fact, people at the stadium were beginning to leave in droves. This news was something that was out of the ordinary and shouldn't be treated with cold shoulders. In the villa of the Paxton family, Mariana was seated in the living room with her family watching the golf match. They had just seen the fans leaving the stadium wh
The fireplace in the opulent living area was warm enough to spread warmth across the body of Slade. The glass of Scotch in his hand complemented the wave of hate that momentarily traveled to where he was. He was seated on a reclining chair, his legs outstretched over an extended area of the chair that was made for the purpose of creating comfort. His gaze lingered in a direction. There was a man seated opposite him. Opposed to how comfortably Slade was seated, this man was seated at the edge of the chair, both of his hands were rested on each leg. At first, it would seem like he was suffering from the cold, but from the look of things, this seemed more of a psychological situation. This man who seemed to be in caution and fright in front of Slade was a very deadly and powerful man. He was known to be the strongest man in the whole of Pinnacle County. Outside of Pinnacle County, his name was like a myth that erupts deep dread and great fear. About three decades ago when the army o
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