Carlos twisted Brian’s head 180 degrees. “Now you can’t use your post to abuse anybody.” “I don’t think so,” Brian’s pupils shifted up to look at Carlos, sending goosebumps all over his body. “H-How are you still alive?” Carlos stepped back and hit the wall. “The speed and brute strength you’ve showcased…” Brian set his head straight as he stood. “Normal humans can’t do that.” He produced a high-frequency sound, to which Carlos’ expression changed. “It seems you are also a bat bastard just like me.” He immediately grew fangs and claws and lunged at Carlos. Carlos ducked to avoid Brian’s punch, but the punch never came. Instead, Brian’s knee smashed Carlos’ face and forced his head to dig through the wall. While his face was buried in the wall, Brian thrust his hand at Carlos’ heart. Carlos cross-blocked the attack and pushed Brian’s hand away and freed his head out of the wall. “To generate such strength from such an awkward position, you’re not half bad,” Brian smirked as he loo
On the outskirts of the city, Carlos was sitting at an abandoned building. It was pouring outside. Though he had left the place where his video was being telecasted to all the citizens, he still couldn’t get it out of his mind. He clenched his fists so hard, blood dripped down. “Sofia… just how low will you stoop?” he wanted to fly over to the Myers mansion and dash her head to Victoria’s head until their skills cracked and both of them died in a pool of their pathetic blood. But he was holding himself back. “I want you to feel the same pain that I did, no, even worse, if possible. Your mother, too. There’s no way I can forget about her. There’s no way I can forgive you two!” A little boy came running to the abandoned building, and though he was completely soaked, Carlos could tell that he was crying. “What happened?” he asked. “One uncle came into the house,” he replied in a sad voice, with his head lowered. “Mom woke me up and sent me out.” His words touched Carlos’ still-bea
Carlos put all his strength into his feet. He even employed his wings to boost his speed, but the distance between him and this cloaked person only kept on increasing, until a dot was all he could see. Eventually, that little dot also merged with the darkness. Carlos gave up chasing. He was sweating and gasping. “Damn. Who the hell is this person? How can they be so fast? And why are they messing with me?” He suddenly remembered the flowers and the envelope. “Shit. I have to return to that place now?” Though some part of him didn’t want to, he also wanted to read what was written in the envelope this time. When he came back, the wind had pushed the flowers and the envelope to a different place, but he managed to find them. He didn’t pick the flowers, but he opened the envelope and checked the contents. Only five words were written: Be careful. Trust no one. This made Carlos think. “Just who is this person?” he scratched his head, but he couldn’t even take a guess. “How am I suppo
“Kya! Don’t shoot!” Alex cried out as Charles used her as a shield. A knife was touching her throat, and so the police were forced to stand down. Some snipers said they had a clear shot, but they weren’t given the signal to shoot, so they could only watch. Moreover, the drama Alexa created made the police’s job all the more difficult. “Don’t shoot, please! I’m still a virgin. If I die, I’ll become a ghost and haunt you and your family for generations! You hear me? I don’t want to die.” Thanks to her nonstop ability to keep talking, Charles barely needed to speak. He took a police vehicle and drove away with Alexa. A couple of choppers followed his trail, but after Charles pushed Alexa’s head out the window, the choppers had to turn around. Some time later, Charles brought Alexa to the outskirts of the city. “How did I do?” she excitedly asked after getting out of the car. “You made my job easy, so you have my thanks.” Charles also stepped out of the car. “Uh, um,” she hesitantly
Even though Charles hated Sofia, she was still his wife. They hadn't taken a divorce yet, so hearing such filthy words from Raven’s mouth made him lose his temper pretty fast. Before he realized, his hand flew toward Raven’s cheek. However, someone caught his arm and stopped him before his hand reached Raven. To Charles’ surprise, it was Narika. “Control yourself, Mr. Charles,” she said in a low voice. “You don’t want to look arrogant and lose investors on such a crucial day.” She was right, and Charles realized what Raven’s game plan was. “I almost had you,” Raven smirked and then walked away to the nearest cluster of people and began chatting with them. Charles looked at Narika, wanting to thank her, but she also went to another section of the female crowd. Sofia’s sister of all people had helped him from making a mess out of this event. “Narika Myers… I owe you one,” he thought. Even though he wasn’t trying, he ended up overhearing the conversation of the women Narika was chatt
The event was a grand success. Charles pulled investments from seven companies, though not for free. Some asked to supply blood freely to the hospitals where their employees got treated. Some straight out said they were just gambling like Charles by investing in this blood bank and that they believed he’d bring them profits. He personally greeted everyone as they left. Well, to be exact, not everyone left. Caroline and Laurel stayed a bit longer to talk with Charles. He asked them how Max was doing, and they said Max’s appetite improved a lot recently, and he was able to play with younger dogs. It was like Max’s age went back three to four years. Caroline took Charles to the side and warned him. “Beware of Raven Bones. That man is the son of Butcher Bones who rules this country from the shadows. I’m telling you from my experience, don’t make yourself their enemy. It’s not worth it. You have so many years of a bright future ahead. Don’t spoil it.” “Thanks for your warning, ma’am,”
Narika’s POV: The event finished, but I found myself still drinking. There’s this unknown abyss inside me that’s pulling all the alcohol in. No matter how much I drank, my thirst wasn’t going away. My sanity was still pretty much there. This was a curse. The ability to not enjoy alcohol like the others. I was downright bored. The alcohol wasn’t doing the job it was supposed to. As I was tapping my finger on the desk, I heard footsteps. Moments later, Charles entered. I could hear him murmur something. However, I didn’t look in his direction. Before I knew it, I was acting like I was inebriated by the alcohol, and I think I know why. Why would a woman act like this before a man? Anyone with an IQ over 100 would be able to guess. I could easily understand my behavior as well, so I guess, my IQ was better than my family members thought. As I kept mumbling to myself, in Charles’ eyes, I probably ended up appearing as if fully under the influence of alcohol. “Let me drop you at your
There was this sense of anxiety as Charles drove to the same place where the worst memories of him lay, where he spent countless days and nights alone, where his heart turned to stone, and where he received wounds that would probably never heal. No matter how much he had stared at the moon, his troubles hadn’t faded away when he was living there. It was truly a nightmarish experience he wouldn’t wish even upon his enemies. Even now, the weary thoughts weren’t leaving his mind. His brows stayed furrowed as his foot kept pressing the gas pedal until the Myers mansion was in sight. It felt like the building was staring at him, as if it wanted him like no one else did. This was the same mansion that had made him lose sleep for many years. He stopped the car in front of the gate. The old guard saw him and Narika and then made a call to Victoria before opening the gate. He drove in without looking at the guard anymore, and he almost parked the car where he used to out of habit. Eventu