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The humming sound of the car made James open his eyes. "Thank God!" a voice said beside him. "I thought you were dead." James looked at the person beside him and could smell wealth off of him. He was nicely clothed, and he had a nice fragrance coming off his body. He stared around and saw a lot of people staring at him. "Is he dead?" One of them asked. "He just opened his eyes. I don't think he is," another replied. "That was quite a knock. Any human would be dead. I wonder how he survived." Another added The rich man, who introduced himself as Reginald, was a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence. He was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a patterned tie. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into James' soul. A hint of expensive cologne wafted from his direction, mingling with the scent of fine leather from his polished shoes.Reginald's features were chiseled, with high
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter thirteen
James was shocked to see that Sandra was Reginald's daughter. He knew something was off the moment they met, but he wasn't expecting this. "Did you approach me purposely?" James lifted his head and looked at Reginald, who was taking off his clothes. "Mr. James, calm down. I don't have a reason to hurt you. At least not now." Mr. Reginald said he was walking towards the bar shelf, where lots of whiskey and exotic wines were arranged. "Do you care for one?" he asked, grabbing two glass cups. "I don't drink." James replied, his face looking pale. His memories juggled back, and he remembered he had seen Mr. Reginald's, who was Frank's boss."You might need a drink." Reginald replied, walking towards the table. "What do you want with me?" James asked, trying to calm his nerves. He hasn't seen Mr. Reginald put on any glasses, so he knew he wouldn't be a threat whatsoever. But the guards he was having around might try to stop him. "Why am I here?" James asked again. Reginald poured the wine
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter fourteen
James stared at Sandra, and god, she was beautiful. The way the rays of the sun caught her skin highlighted her flawless complexion, like a masterpiece painted by the gods themselves. Her skin was a radiant canvas of golden brown, smooth and unblemished, inviting my gaze to linger. The sun's rays danced across her features, accentuating the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the gentle curve of her nose, and the fullness of her lips.Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, shining bright with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. They were pools of deep brown, fringed with thick lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings as she blinked. Her gaze met mine, and James felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins, as if the very fabric of the universe had shifted to bring us together.Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, rich and dark, with hints of auburn that caught the light. It framed her face, accentuating her heart-shaped beauty, and fell in loose waves down her bac
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter fifteen
James looked at the ground and felt it could have been him. He looked at the blood following him, and his face went pale. He was just mastering the power of the glasses, and he was sure there would always be a repercussion if he missed the power. "Tell me you didn't miss him and let him escape." Reginald shouted in anger and pointed the baton at each one of them. The men all stood still without saying a word. They knew talking would only make him more angry and pissed off. Reginald stroked again, and this time around, the men heard the croak and breaking sound of the man's skull. Reginald was indeed angry, but he was killing his men in the process. James was the next in line. He felt like coming clean and telling Reginald that he was the man standing before him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him. James wished the glasses could just perform a miracle. The glasses had always taken time to rebuild once he used their energy. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you." Reginald shouted i
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"You need to see this, Miss Sandra." One of the men approached her, giving James the chance to find the exit. Sandra walked in and saw that the man was naked. ' Close down the entire mansion. That means he had been here all along." She said it with a smile on her face. Sandra had always been looking for an opportunity to get her father's approval, and catching James was a start. The alarm for the closing of the entire house sounded, and it was immediately shut down. "Look for him and find him. I want him dragged here with his ears." Sandra shouted James had taken off the cloth and was on his way home. He touched his pocket, and the spectacle was still there. He knew he needed a change of apartment. He needs to move to a place where no one knows who he is or where he can train using his powers. James replayed what he had witnessed inside Reginald's mansion, and he knew the type of man he was. He was going to make him pay for everything he had done to his parents and everyone he had h
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James felt a sudden rush of energy as the spectacle glowed again. His surroundings warped, and before he could react, he was standing in a world that looked nothing like the present. He looked around and could see that he was in a different world. The sky was a deep shade of crimson, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked like dry earth, emitting a faint golden light. James turned in confusion. “Where am I now?” he muttered. A voice echoed in his mind, the same voice that had been guiding him. "You are witnessing what will become of you if you choose greed, power, and fame over purpose. Well, many has tried but they all let the power of Ozz fuel their insatiable lust of power and greed." Before James could ask what that meant, the world around him shifted. He saw himself—older, dressed in extravagant robes with a crown resting on his head. Countless people bowed before him, chanting his name. Gold and treasures surrounded him, but his eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth. Ja
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James gasped as he bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, his hands clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. The images still burned in his mind—his father, Carlos, the power, the lies. His head pounded with the weight of it all. The spectacle lay on his nightstand, pulsing faintly. "Breathe, James. Calm yourself." The voice echoed in his head. James clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching. "Calm myself? I just saw my father's killer and all you can tell me is to calm myself?! I saw Carlos! He knows about me now!" His voice was hoarse, filled with frustration. The spectacle hummed. "You cannot let anger cloud your judgment. There is much to do." James swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a shaky hand through his damp hair. "What do you want from me?" "Your ability comes with a task. You must unlock each level of power before you are ready to face Carlos." James scoffed, shaking his head. "Levels? Like some
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"Don't wait up for me, James. I am working the night shift." Martha looked at her son. The room showed that it has only been both of them, with a little seater by the corner and a tattered bed on the floor. Martha adjusted her spectacles. James hurried to the table to have his breakfast before going to school. They had just moved again, and this was going to be the seventh time they were moving this year. James was getting tired of it, but each time he asked his mother about it, she would always give him an excuse. He got tired and finally stopped asking. James had little or no friends at all. No one misses him, and he doesn't miss anyone. Thus, he was never attached to anything or anyone. He looked up from his food and looked at Martha. "I hope we won't have to move this time again." James said it with his mouth full. "I hope so too, son." Martha drank her cup of coffee and kissed him on the head. She rushed out of the house, leaving seventeen-year-old James all by himself. Jame
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James gasped as he bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, his hands clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. The images still burned in his mind—his father, Carlos, the power, the lies. His head pounded with the weight of it all. The spectacle lay on his nightstand, pulsing faintly. "Breathe, James. Calm yourself." The voice echoed in his head. James clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching. "Calm myself? I just saw my father's killer and all you can tell me is to calm myself?! I saw Carlos! He knows about me now!" His voice was hoarse, filled with frustration. The spectacle hummed. "You cannot let anger cloud your judgment. There is much to do." James swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a shaky hand through his damp hair. "What do you want from me?" "Your ability comes with a task. You must unlock each level of power before you are ready to face Carlos." James scoffed, shaking his head. "Levels? Like some
Chapter seventeen
James felt a sudden rush of energy as the spectacle glowed again. His surroundings warped, and before he could react, he was standing in a world that looked nothing like the present. He looked around and could see that he was in a different world. The sky was a deep shade of crimson, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked like dry earth, emitting a faint golden light. James turned in confusion. “Where am I now?” he muttered. A voice echoed in his mind, the same voice that had been guiding him. "You are witnessing what will become of you if you choose greed, power, and fame over purpose. Well, many has tried but they all let the power of Ozz fuel their insatiable lust of power and greed." Before James could ask what that meant, the world around him shifted. He saw himself—older, dressed in extravagant robes with a crown resting on his head. Countless people bowed before him, chanting his name. Gold and treasures surrounded him, but his eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth. Ja
chapter sixteen
"You need to see this, Miss Sandra." One of the men approached her, giving James the chance to find the exit. Sandra walked in and saw that the man was naked. ' Close down the entire mansion. That means he had been here all along." She said it with a smile on her face. Sandra had always been looking for an opportunity to get her father's approval, and catching James was a start. The alarm for the closing of the entire house sounded, and it was immediately shut down. "Look for him and find him. I want him dragged here with his ears." Sandra shouted James had taken off the cloth and was on his way home. He touched his pocket, and the spectacle was still there. He knew he needed a change of apartment. He needs to move to a place where no one knows who he is or where he can train using his powers. James replayed what he had witnessed inside Reginald's mansion, and he knew the type of man he was. He was going to make him pay for everything he had done to his parents and everyone he had h
chapter fifteen
James looked at the ground and felt it could have been him. He looked at the blood following him, and his face went pale. He was just mastering the power of the glasses, and he was sure there would always be a repercussion if he missed the power. "Tell me you didn't miss him and let him escape." Reginald shouted in anger and pointed the baton at each one of them. The men all stood still without saying a word. They knew talking would only make him more angry and pissed off. Reginald stroked again, and this time around, the men heard the croak and breaking sound of the man's skull. Reginald was indeed angry, but he was killing his men in the process. James was the next in line. He felt like coming clean and telling Reginald that he was the man standing before him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him. James wished the glasses could just perform a miracle. The glasses had always taken time to rebuild once he used their energy. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you." Reginald shouted i
chapter fourteen
James stared at Sandra, and god, she was beautiful. The way the rays of the sun caught her skin highlighted her flawless complexion, like a masterpiece painted by the gods themselves. Her skin was a radiant canvas of golden brown, smooth and unblemished, inviting my gaze to linger. The sun's rays danced across her features, accentuating the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the gentle curve of her nose, and the fullness of her lips.Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, shining bright with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. They were pools of deep brown, fringed with thick lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings as she blinked. Her gaze met mine, and James felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins, as if the very fabric of the universe had shifted to bring us together.Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, rich and dark, with hints of auburn that caught the light. It framed her face, accentuating her heart-shaped beauty, and fell in loose waves down her bac
chapter thirteen
James was shocked to see that Sandra was Reginald's daughter. He knew something was off the moment they met, but he wasn't expecting this. "Did you approach me purposely?" James lifted his head and looked at Reginald, who was taking off his clothes. "Mr. James, calm down. I don't have a reason to hurt you. At least not now." Mr. Reginald said he was walking towards the bar shelf, where lots of whiskey and exotic wines were arranged. "Do you care for one?" he asked, grabbing two glass cups. "I don't drink." James replied, his face looking pale. His memories juggled back, and he remembered he had seen Mr. Reginald's, who was Frank's boss."You might need a drink." Reginald replied, walking towards the table. "What do you want with me?" James asked, trying to calm his nerves. He hasn't seen Mr. Reginald put on any glasses, so he knew he wouldn't be a threat whatsoever. But the guards he was having around might try to stop him. "Why am I here?" James asked again. Reginald poured the wine
chapter twelve
The humming sound of the car made James open his eyes. "Thank God!" a voice said beside him. "I thought you were dead." James looked at the person beside him and could smell wealth off of him. He was nicely clothed, and he had a nice fragrance coming off his body. He stared around and saw a lot of people staring at him. "Is he dead?" One of them asked. "He just opened his eyes. I don't think he is," another replied. "That was quite a knock. Any human would be dead. I wonder how he survived." Another added The rich man, who introduced himself as Reginald, was a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence. He was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a patterned tie. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into James' soul. A hint of expensive cologne wafted from his direction, mingling with the scent of fine leather from his polished shoes.Reginald's features were chiseled, with high
chapter eleven
Stiles plunged at James, and he dodged all the attacks, making him weary. He looked at him and laughed. "I'm getting tired already." James taunted Stiles, making him come at him in anger. The spectacle cannot only see the future but can also discern attacks and how to counter them. When James was sure Stiles was tired, he began to attack, violently beating the hell out of him. Stiles landed on the floor with his mouth stained with blood. "You are not going to get away with this." He shouted, staring at James. "And who is going to stop me?" James asked, laughing. "Your father, or your father?" He shouted out loud, making sure Sandra heard him. "You still don't get the fire at play here. I am not the villain. Your father is. You need to stop blaming me and blame him for raising a brat like you." James finally said that and kicked Stiles on the chin. He landed with a bash on the floor and passed out. Mark rushed at James from behind and landed a heavy iron on his head. James felt star
chapter ten
James walked out of Sandra's presence and changed course, walking towards the darkest corner of the school premises. He was tired of being pushed here and there, and he was going to make everyone that ever bullied him pay. "Follow him," Stiles said beneath his breath. The bullies are now taking off their jumpsuits and jackets as they trailer behind James, who walked as if he didn't know what was happening. The sound of the music faded away as James kept walking towards the inner part of the school premises. "What is he doing?" Mark asked, looking at Stiles, who wasn't bothered by the fact that James was trying to buy himself some time. Sandra tiptoed behind them as they all walked, and each time she tried to hide out of plain sight. She knew the spectacles would eventually get into Stiles hands. All she needed was to jump him and have it. James stopped and opened his pants to take a leak. The sound of his pee dropping to the green grass could be heard. His spectacle shining in