CHAPTER 117 "How the heck does this game expect me to remember every detail!" Wesley gasped. Again without a second the game continues. NARRATION CONTINUES I hit the bed exhausted- emotionally, mentally and physically. My meeting with Dila went on sweetly till I placed the order, could it have been that she didn’t like the order I placed? This was very unclear and hard to understand. My phone buzzed relentlessly, I ignored it twice feeling the caller would get tired, I was wrong. I had to get up and see who it was that was basically trying to blow up my phone. “Hi Handsome, it’s been awhile. I’ve not heard your sexy voice in a long time. What have you been up to? Do you mind I come over?” She just went on and on without even letting me answer the questions she already asked. Hala was my ex, Lebanese and outrageously gorgeous but too loose and arrogant. We ended things months before I met Dila. She was one of the few ladies I had dated in the past that I really loved,
NARRATION CONTINUES I signaled gently with my hands and a desperately innocent look on my face. “I’ll love to know who the man is. I saw you with him in the picture on your phone's wallpaper” “That’s my father. Do you know him? Is that the problem?” At this point I couldn’t help but hold her arms softly. As I held her, I watched her countenance to know if I should go ahead or stop. She seemed to like the warm touches my strong hands had to offer-that was a sign to go ahead. “Should I go on with telling you this story or should I just hold it all in” at this point she was so tearful, the tears had welled up and now flowing down her beautiful face. “Oh my goodness! What does the picture on my wallpaper have to do with the fact that you are crying? You are tearing me apart with every tear you are shedding now!” I held her close to my chest. I didn’t know when I planted a deep kiss on her forehead. “I was only 16. My family worked as cleaning staff at the Roth’s mansion. Mr. Davi
I slightly shove her aside as I made my way out of the office to give them privacy. They continued talking. I knew something was off about this lady but I just couldn’t place my hands on what just yet. “Why is your staff upset with me” I heard her say as she feigned a distorted baby face as I moved out of the room. Her statement was generously ignored by Mr. Jackson as he couldn’t notice any signs of anger in my behavior. Although I was irritated at Hala, saying I was upset was obvious exaggeration. “Miss Hala, I think you would like this app description- this fits perfectly into what we’re expecting for the real estate sale.” Mr. Jackson asked acting oblivious to her first statement. They continued while I stood outside the office. At a point they were now taking too long in there. I didn’t want to draw any conclusions so I just went to make sure myself. I knocked on the door, they had long overstayed for two people of the opposite sex. There was a suspicious delay before they ope
"Finally! This whole narration thingy comes to an end!" Wesley exclaimed. As he went on ranting, a voice towered. Guard's Scimitar(uncommon talking sword) Physical damage: 30 Attack speed: 3,000 Dexterity +100 Durability: 50/50 Red Scale (rare material) Scale Armor Recipe (Blacksmith recipe) Forge uncommon medium armor Material: 1 Scale, 2 Iron ore, 1 Steel ore "Tempest. Your scimitar is not as strong, though still strong." A voice echoed from all around him. "Is there anything I need to do? Like, to help him regain his strength?" "The only thing you need to do is keep going. Unfortunately your sword can't be repleted. It'll continue to drain out till it's completely depleted. When it's fully depleted, it'll disappear." "Disappear? Just like that? What if I'm at war with it in that moment?" "I was even just about to stay, have a back up plan at all times, he might fade out in a moment unaware to you." "Isn't that a flop on the side of the game coordinators?" "Flop? Th
He said, looking from father to mother, who looked away suddenly, “It's fine; I understand that you both were playing, but please, I would love for you to keep it straight!” This made it quite interesting as they made their way out of the house; school wasn't far away from home, and one could say they decided to take a walk. Walking down the pouch, their minds drifted into a lot of this that could be detrimental to their mental health and stability. Making reference to what his friend revealed to him, he asked, “Do you mind?" His friend looked his way and said, “Do I mind what?” “Do you mind telling someone else apart from me about you being able to see fairies?” “Are you joking right now?” He asked his friend, stopping in his tracks as his friend folded his arms against his chest. “I am not joking, Wesley; it's a cool thing. I am just curious as to what you are afraid of, if it is the people or if what you are saying is true.” His friend needed more clarification and proo
CHAPTER 123The suburban house which he grew up in and left many years ago was still the same, all quiet and asleep. It was a small two-storied house with ivy climbing up the red bricks and a yard in which his mother was very keen with. Suddenly, Wesley paused in the concrete steps of the front porch, shivering with a pleasure that had been wakened by the homelike but no longer home-like smell. It was a hearth where innocence, joy and memories of his childhood where wrapped in togetherness. At some point, however, it seemed so unfamiliar, as if the whole episode was something he had left behind and which he was now opening again. His mother, Eleanor, who was waiting at the door with relief and happiness in her face embraced him. Her silver hair which was formerly chestnut in color gracefully adorned her head. Despite all that was going on in the women’s tender face there was still something warm and familiar in her look and in those large tired eyes that remembered Wesley. “Oh We
“Lyra,” Wesley started, there was curiosity and impatience in his tone, “why am I the chosen one? What has the world done to me? Why has it granted me such an opportunity?” Lyra looked at the boy with a look of perfect serenity on her face. She moved herself gently just by his side, her wings shimmering with a ethereal kind of glow. “That, Wesley, is a perfectly good question.” "It is imperative to know the reason behind selection in order to know your purpose in this place. ” The confusion in Wesley’s eyes searched for an answer in hers. “I mean, there has to be thousands of people out there, perhaps millions, who are affected by this thing you just told me about, Lyra, so why me? What do they have that I don’t?” I fell silent after this, wondering why indeed out of all the people in the world Lyra had found me. “The decision is not random in any way.” A sense of satisfaction graced the lips of Lyra as she continued “Every being part of this realm is predestined depending on certa
He turned back to look at who was calling him, only to see that it was his friend who had disappeared into thin air. “Liam, what are you doing here?“Liam was so ashamed of himself; the thought of going to see Wesley had crossed his mind millions of times, but he couldn't bring himself to come speak with his friend, but today he chose to muster the courage to come to look for his friend. “I'm so sorry about what happened the other day at school; I never meant for this to happen. Please forgive me!”“You want me to forgive you for leaving me there all by myself, and you've been here for how many days?”“I'm so sorry, I couldn't bring myself to come to see you; I felt guilty and bad about what my sister had caused; what I only did was confine in her; please find it in your heart to accept my mistakes; it will never happen again; well, that's only if you decide to accept me back!” “Do I have an archive? I have known you for years now. Why will I not live with you when you are this si