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Ken frowned, but Meer smiled. Another kiss. “There’s a predator in the form of your best friend coming up on us fast.”Ken sighed and pressed his forehead against Meer’s.“Might Ken!”Ken turned around, keeping Meer pressed against the wall. Bosy wore a black suit, shirt and tie. All five of his slaves flanked him. They all wore tight white pants. Bosy grinned at him. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.”“I had incentive.” And just to piss Bosy off, he asked, “Where’s your wife?”Bosy’s eyes narrowed. “Probably on her back with one of her lovers.”Bosy had done the proper thing. Married a girl, sired an heir, and then set them up in a separate estate. It made Ken sick. He was expected to do the same thing. And before he was thirty.He sighed. “Sorry, Chunnie. I’m in a bad mood.”“You’re in a bad mood? With Hero here? You’re crazy. I came over to get a closer look at him.”“You’ve seen him.”“Not all dressed up,” Bosy said with a leer.Ken shut his eyes briefly and then moved to the s
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Fuck With Air
“What?” Bosy asked.“I need some fucking air,” Ken said, tracking Donghae’s movements across the ballroom.“Balcony, out that way,” Bosy said and gestured with his glass. “Leave Hero with me?”Ken scoffed and then pushed Meer up. He took Meer’s hand. He barely managed to smile at the men he passed on his way to the balcony. He kept Donghae in his line of sight, and made sure that Donghae saw him slip outside.The balcony was large, and there were already couples around it, engrossed in each other’s bodies. Ken led Meer to a shadowy nook created by two columns. He held him tightly and took shuddering breaths. “Fuck, this night is just getting fucking worse.”Five minutes passed, and then Donghae appeared in front of them. He lit a cigarette. Ken grabbed his arm, and practically threw him against a column.“Ow, Ken, that hurt,” Donghae said and rubbed his shoulder.“Tell me. Now.”Donghae’s eyes flicked to Meer. “I’d rather not.”“Trust me. It’s alright if he hears.”“I don’t trust slav
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Prologue
Before buildings, factories and stone houses there were the three pillars who ruled over mankind. The giants were the protectors — the first pillar, gifted with the strength of the gods. Their footsteps rattled the earth and their presence dominated everything in the land. With their pet dragons, they were hailed as the Kings, as gods. Evil men were put to place in their presence. The second pillar was none other than the Sorcerers. Smart, cunning, manipulating. But true and kind. They calmed the storms, halted earthquakes and qualmed demons and orcs and the vile undead that used to march the Earth. They taught man how to read and write, passed on their knowledge and molded leaders. They were the teachers, and the humans loved them as much as they adored the giants. And then there were the witches who were dressed in white. They created potions that heal the broken, mend the weak. They crafted things that quenched hunger not only for the body but also for the soul. Their worshippers
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Cursed Little Boy
There was a boy living in the row houses of Buckeye-Woodhill in Cleveland. His father died due to sickness, and a mother was desperately trying to move on from her heartache for her five year old son. Every day the poor boy would be waiting by the door as he holds on to his teddy bear."When are we going to eat, mommy? I’m really hungry." His little voice echoed inside their small home. Little fingers clenched on his stuffed bear and his eyes gleamed with hope. "Jimmy said his mom got a burger and curly fries for him today. Can I have that too, mommy?"The mother couldn't say anything and her lips remained sealed and tight. She looked down at her little boy, forcing herself to not cry and remain calm.The boy was thin and frail. His eyes were sunken and so were his cheeks. They were at their lowest, they belong to the poorest of the poor. While the mother's hand holds on the doorknob as she thinks... ‘What reason could I possibly think of this time?’‘Hold it in, don't cry. You can't
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Sorcerer and the Boy
There was once a time when life was still sublime that this lifeless village was a proud city that hosted tradings, festivities and feats. Now it is a town so unknown that it did not have a name to speak of. In that town lived a young sorcerer who was smart, cunning, powerful and yet… laziness flowed on his body as if it was his blood. And his parents were very upset with this fact. They tasked him to make this unnamed town great again. But a year has passed, nothing happened. They even gave him the task of safekeeping a dragon. A dragon which symbolizes the truce — rather, disappearance of their past ally. The giants. However, the young sorcerer wasn’t impressed by this. Yes, he guarded the dragon, feed it. Cleaned its wings and made sure that the chains around its neck would not rust… But it all did not inspire him. It could be said that his laziness was partially his parent’s fault, for they spoiled him and showed him the book of wonders at the age of five! After he learned ev
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Sorcerer and the Boy part II
Morning came again for the young boy named Kane, he managed to sneak inside the house of the Sorcerer safely. And the voice inside his head was right. A house but not a home, for it looked like it had been ransacked by a storm. Books were scattered everywhere and so were pieces of papers, knick-knacks and whatnots here and there. For ten days he was able to remain unseen by the man. He hid under the layers of unwashed clothes, dirty pillows and covers. He even managed to hide himself under the Sorcerer’s bed which was covered with dust. It was terrible. Horrible and suffocating. But he did it, he managed to remain invissible without coughing. “Nine o'clock.” Kane whispered to himself. "He will leave at nine o'clock." That’s the time the sorcerer goes on with his day and leaves the small house. That’s the time when Kane can look inside his refrigerator — check what’s inside. There are so many left-overs that the sorcerer doesn’t even notice if a piece of cake disappeared. Nor does h
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants The Rotting Spell
The sorcerer followed the scared little boy, quickening his pace. “Little rat — little rat, you will regret stepping foot to my territory!” He hissed as he began to cast a spell that would make move and run as fast as the fastest animal on the planet. A Peregrine Falcon. “Wings that are light, gifted with the power of flight. Across the sky —” He raised the black staff on his hand as he ran. And with the last command, “ — is where I spread my wings and fly!” He turned into a peregrine falcon, spread his wings and began to fly. He glided in the sky and effortlessly caught up with the pesky little boy. “I knew there was some big rat or cat that had been hiding in my house!” He spoke through his small beak, yet his voice was loud. “All my leftovers were missing! You thought I was stupid to not notice them, huh?!” Kane yelped and tried to run faster. A few twigs cracked and the scent from the morning dew evaded his senses.He remembered this part of the forest. “I’m almost there..” He
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants No Longer Green
The great beast that once ruled the skies swooped high above lonely green lands and rugged plains. Its eyes, like fiery beacons of nobility, gazed down at its troubled home which used to be a land of magic, magestries. Its red shiny scales reflected on the calm ocean like diamonds. The calm seas grew restless as the mighty dragon’s wings rushed and lightly brushed the waves. Ever majestic by nature, and what a sight to see.The wind roared through the mountains and valleys, high above the disturbed lands. Every moment of quiet calm seemed to be subsequently shattered by screams and the ‘fallen ones’ spells echoing through the air. The rock of the unmovable mountains cascaded towards soft earth and grass scratched at flesh and fur, as if it hungered for life. Little by little the land that used to host the three pillars was decaying. Neglected and discarded. It was now known as the Forgotten Land. But the land of the forgotten isn’t as blotted out of everyone’s memory after all. The
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