In the room where she was kept hostage, Aliyah just couldn't contain herself, her mind was filled with different thoughts, thoughts of Mason flooding her mind. The fact that the two of them couldn't stay together without one or two things coming in between them baffles the Phoenix princess. The first was when she first noticed that she had feelings for the new Lord, where he was being held inside the trial room away from her, she had actually come all the way from Emirates City to see him. The second was when he finally came out of the trial room and when they thought they would be together, her own brother had come over to wipe away her joy, stealing and taking Mason hostage. Thereby in the process hindering the two from being together. And later when she finally heard that Mason had somehow escaped, she was happy that finally they would get to stay with each other, but before she could even see him, she was being attacked and kidnapped by these men who had now claimed that they
In a semi dark room, two voices could be heard conversing, these two voices were male voices with one of the voices a deep bass while the other a normal voice, but one could tell that these voices belonged to old men. Not very old but advanced men. " How long will I have to stay hidden"? The normal voice said,it was clear that this person was restless like they have been really wanting to leave this place for a while now. "For as long as possible,At Least for now, until it is time for you to come out, I'm your best friend remember, and I will always want the best for you, not just you but for the both of us, it is really tough out there and this might be our only chance of switching back to the bright side, we have really gone down the wrong side for far too long my friend " the deep voice said, the worry evident in his voice. " when you say the bright side , what do you actually mean?It is fascinating how I find it hard to pinpoint where you are driving at, these days" The normal
In the living room of a well furnished building, a lady in a white dress could be seen sitting on a sofa, her skin a little pale and her eyes fixated on the screen of her cell phone which she could be seen tapping from time to time. With the way this lady was sitting, one could see her protruding stomach, although not very visible but it was already out a little , it was clear that this lady was with a child, meaning she was pregnant. Her long brown hair fell to her back, as she could be seen leaning backwards so that her back was resting on the sofa while she crossed her legs. As her eyes glued to the screen of her cell phone, another lady, an older lady to be precise, could be seen walking out of the kitchen with a tray in hand, passing through the living room clearly heading to the dining area. " Lisa, breakfast is ready, you should come over to the dinning" the woman smiled , dropping the tray on the dinning table as she stared at the pregnant lady who had now got on her feet
Peter Robertson was a man who wasn't privileged to be born into a wealthy family, thereby hindering him from coming from a wealthy background, he had graduated with an upper credit, but due to the way the economy was , one that favors the rich and condemns the poor, he had not been privileged to get a job at a well paid company or government firm. At first Peter had opened a coffee shop by the road side where he sells and delivers coffee to customers,the business at first wasn't that promising and he had even had a second thought , one that almost made him quit.But then after a while , surprisingly the once unpromising business which Peter had almost quit suddenly began to bloom. He began to get customers from all over the globe and from just a simple small coffee shop by the roadside, Peter began to expand his business and he was advised to make it bigger which he did. The once simple small coffee shop was then converted into a restaurant, a large restaurant, which had all differe
Walking on the walkway of a certain car stand was four people,three men and a lady. The lady in question had red hair which was weaved into two fish tails which fell to her back.Of course this lady was none other than lady Claire, the other three were Mason, Gibson and the newly found crew member or rather the first member of the elite group Peter. If one was to look around they would see that Nicholas the head guard who had been with them earlier was nowhere to be found. This was because he had been called over by his father , ' Although it was a bit strange for Greg to call his son like that , as there was no call for alarm , so why would the man need his son so urgently, not like there was an attack in the starks residence or something,' this was all in Mason's thoughts and the newlord had no choice but to brush these thoughts to the back of his mind, trusting that Nicholas would do the right thing .Peter had taken over the wheel after Nicholas left, he was a good driver, even
Lately, Nicholas had noticed some kind of weird and funny movements from his dad,the way the man went In and out of the Starks Mansion, easily and most of the time he would leave alone without a guard which was actually rare for his father of all people to do. Sometimes old Greg would just go out with just a single guard , unlike before where he hardly leaves the Mansion at all. Another thing Nicholas had noticed was how his father had decided to detach himself from simple matters that involved Mason, which was unlike him. And this was beginning to raise suspicions from Nicholas.Although others might have not noticed this, Nicholas had, the head guard had noticed all this from his father, old Greg was his father so it was only right he watched over his father even if the relationship between the two wasn't all that close. Nicholas had been looking for a perfect timing to ask his father this question, but the head guard had been quite busy lately, the reason he hadn't asked his fat
Even with the fact that Mason had been on the streets before his life changed, he had never really heard of a place where a street fight like this was being held . Not like he was one who promoted fightings and violence anyway, he had always avoided violence, it was only after his life had changed he had seen that violence was something that was part of our daily life , and it was something that cannot be totally avoided, as no matter how one try , violence will always come to meet them wherever they are. Thanks to the trial room which had changed Mason's perspective of life, now he had the courage and at least was A Bit strong enough to protect himself. One thing he knew was that he would try as much as possible to get stronger. Hearing the rules of the game from this boy by his side who was still constantly cheering, Mason was shocked , although it was a relief that it wasn't a battle to the death, it was still dangerous for it to be that the opponent must be knocked out before o
Street fighting was something that was practiced in some certain neighborhoods around Burlington city and other cities in Freeland. Although it seemed illegal, the police were not really into hunting down those who made these practices, the only way the cops would truly be concerned or interested in a street fight is when the particular street fighting is not well organized.In most cases some street fighting would result in death, this was the only reason or only way the cops would totally get involved, bringing all those around or all those they could find in the vicinity into custody. Street fighting was a regular weekend activity in which the locals used whiling away time or rather catching their fun.Most of them had even used this as a means of making money, the participants or rather fighters would make money from each fight they won while the audience would even make bigger money from gambling, placing bets on which of the fighters would win and which would lose. Of course