Jude busted into the room immediately after eavesdropping a bit on the conversation between Rico, Marcus, and Paul.He bowed his head upon entering the room, his hands clasped in silent prayer as his mind raced with desperate thoughts.Paul’s face twisted into a mask of unforgiving fury as he saw Jude. It soon dawned on him that helping Sarah would mean that he would be helping the husband of his ex-wife. Jude seemed to have returned from prison with even more stubbornness, especially with his so-called alliance with Monarch Thompson. Why then would Jude deserve his kindness even though it seemed like the right thing to do? He couldn't possibly watch Sarah die in labor but seeing Jude reminded him why he needed to be stern or at least act like he was going to be cruel.“Oh, you are finally here,” Paul said, his face tinged with anger as his kindness seemed to be fading away. “Let's see how much of a man you are perhaps you might want to watch your wife labor in pain without any help.
***Monarch Thompson’s castle looked large, its ancient walls towering high. Its walls were beautifully crafted with designs and ancient drawings that made the ambiance very interesting. The gates were high and large, made of iron, and loomed over the other surrounding buildings.Jude’s heart was beating fast as he was now close to the castle. Monarch Thompson had released him from Prison so that he could help deal with Paul and run a few errands for him.Monarch Thompson was quite jealous of Paul and the jealousy heightened after the last event where Paul’s grandfather, Grandmaster Leonard announced him as the head of the Imperial Society Syndicate.Grandmaster Leonard had always had a tough relationship with the monarch and oftentimes he would try to appease the monarch by gifting him lands or even building houses for him.Grandmaster Leonard feared that without such sacrifices, the Monarch would make it difficult for him to run his companies appropriately. Monarch Thompson had a l
“Of course, you can go, I am just messing with you man,” the guard reiterated, his face still dripping with remains of his laughter.“But, on a more serious note, I hope you brought something to make the Monarch happy,” the guard said, his face now more serious than before. “He is not exactly in a good mood now so perhaps you might not want to worsen it.”“This way please,” the guard said after conducting a brief search.Jude was led by other guards to where Monarch Thompson was, his legs feeling heated up as he walked across the corners of the castle.He finally got to the room where Monarch was. The room glittered with a majesty and its walls were adorned with ancient drawings and tapestries. The ceilings were covered with ancient paintings and the ground was made of marble. Jude couldn’t help but silently admire the wonderful ambiance.Monarch Thompson had his concentration fully on his painting. He dipped his brush into a palette, his hands moving in a deadly grace and his mind s
Monarch Thompson soon retracted his hands in recognition that he was probably blaming the wrong person. His eyes were still red-filled in anger though.“And the security card that is with me? What was his reaction to it? Did you tell him that I am going to destroy it if he doesn’t bow to me and pay me the 300 million dollars he owes me?”Jude didn’t exactly tell Paul that he was going to destroy the security card but at that point, he needed to say exactly what the Monarch wanted to hear. “Yes, I told him. I warned him sternly about it,” Jude responded, his eyes still burning with fear.It was a mystery to Jude how foolish he was to think that he was going to tell Monarch Thompson to return Paul’s security card.Being in the presence of the monarch, the thought didn’t even creep into his mind. He was recalling what Paul told him about not helping his wife Sarah with her delivery if he didn’t retrieve the security card from Monarch Thompson.But that was definitely an empty threat, Jud
***Miriam clutched her head to a desk. Her mind racing with thoughts. She was tired and weak as the work she had to do was gruesome. She had laid her head for about an hour but there was no sleep. It was strange, how could she be so tired and yet unable to sleep? She decided to head out for a walk and put on her headphones.The road was quiet - perfect for a little exercise and it turned out she was already wearing shorts, the fabric light and comfortable. She was also wearing a tank top that clung to her skin comfortably, its straps a good fit for her curves.But that was another strange thing. She wore shorts and a tank top to work that day. How could that be? It had never happened before. Miriam hurried her feet as she took off on a run but she realized that it was the same dress that she wore to work. She recalled that she didn’t go home to change her dress, or was she hallucinating?The music she was listening to made the run more interesting. It was giving her vibes that stre
She muttered a prayer for mercy as she ran through the thick forest. Her legs didn’t stop until she hit a barrier, her whole body landing in a heap at the figure in front of her.Miriam was careful enough to make sure that one of the trees didn’t trip her down even though she was running at a high speed. But it wasn’t a tree that halted her run if not she would have been down on the ground with injuries to her face and body. The creature would have also eaten her up.Miriam looked up to see clearly who it was. She gasped in disbelief as her brain calculated the person in front of her. Her whole body was frozen in silence as she thought that she had seen a ghost. Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her- very expensive tricks. Her feet were rooted to the ground in terror as she struggled to catch a breath. Miriam turned back to see if the creature that was pursuing her was still there and to her surprise, the creature had vanished completely. The terror was no longer there - only
The hitmen were about to fight with each other in what was about to turn into a heated argument until they heard the sound of a whistle.PHEEEW!Cyborg, the head of the mission assigned to rescue Ms. Serfa and kill Miriam raised a fist in the air.“Enough!” Cyborg yelled prompting the other hitmen to disengage from each other as they were about to start trading punches.“It’s time to end this once and for all. It is a massive success that we can capture Ms. Zendaya because as I heard, she is one of the closest friends of Paul.”“We mustn’t forget our aim. We mustn’t be distracted, we must fight to the end until the Imperial Society Syndicate crumples,” Cyborg folded his fist as he gave the pep talk.“Yaaaayy!” The hitmen screamed excitedly.“Now, I would have loved to take the honors and kill this scum myself,” Cyborg uttered, referring to Miriam who just sat tied to the chair, her body messy and her eyes sunken in exhaustion.“But I will let one of you do the honors,” Cyborg uttered,
Miriam’s body softened, and her breath released in an escape of worry. Perhaps Olivia had a way of escape, she reasoned.“Now, let’s all go get her now,” Cyborg ordered and the hitmen all readied their feet, their weapons sharpened. “She has definitely not gone too far. It’s funny how she thinks that she can escape in this deserted area.”“Serfa, you stay with Miriam,” Cyborg commanded. “Punish her a few more, hit her, slap her, just humiliate her a little more in readiness for when we come back but don’t kill her yet. I want her death to be fun.”Ms. Serfa nodded in pleasure, a smirk on her face as she listened intently to Cyborg’s instruction while the rest went out in search of Olivia.***The newborn cried, her voice a desperate plea for attention to the delight of everyone in the room.The baby was a delicate creature with beautiful eyes, a tiny precious gift, and a miracle of creation.Camille, who had been gesturing and encouraging Sarah to push the baby out couldn’t help but s