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A Taste Of DeathVictor took a deep breath, his heart racing as he moved away from the dark entrance of the dimly lit building. The unsettling silence was suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of his electronic watch, sending a rush of adrenaline through him. "Taemon! Where is everyone? Is everyone okay?" His voice shook, sounding fragile against the eerie quiet.Today was far from normal—it was the start of a high-stakes mission to find a valuable artifact rumored to be hidden inside these crumbling walls. Each heartbeat felt like a warning, raising goosebumps on his skin as he sensed danger lurking nearby. Taemon's voice came through his earpiece, a mix of relief and worry in his tone. "Oh my goodness, you scared me! I thought—" He took a breath to steady himself, the tension easing slightly. "I've found everyone except Daeseung.""What?! Where could he be?" Panic swallowed Victor as grim thoughts flooded his mind. "You need to find him—now! I can’t stand the thought of him in danger.
A Shocking RevelationReality shattered around me in a sudden rush, and I gasped, struggling to believe my eyes. To my surprise, two figures emerged from the shadows beneath the desk, like ghosts coming out of the darkness. Daeseung and Angela were sitting upright, their eyes piercing through the dim light in a way that made my stomach turn.Every glance felt like a shock, leaving me disoriented as I tried to understand what was happening. A mix of excitement and fear surged through me, breaking the heavy silence and wrapping me in confusion.My heart raced as panic set in; my eyes widened, and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. Instinctively, I grabbed onto Daeseung, desperate to hold onto something in this chaotic moment. Leaning closer, I focused on the strange scene before me, my eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and anger. My voice shook, but was filled with determination as I said, “Oh, he’s in great pain, alright!”With adrenaline pumping through me, I jumped to my
Shock And Fear"What did you just say? Can you repeat that, Daeseung?" I inquired, my voice echoing slightly in the now eerily quiet room, where tension hung like a thick mist."I witnessed who got shot and the identity of the person who pulled the trigger!" Daeseung’s words lingered in the air, a shocking revelation that sliced through the silence like a blade, leaving us all in suspended disbelief."You're lying!" Taemon exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that enveloped us. His eyes widened in shock, mirroring the disbelief etched on the faces of the others in the room."What did you say?" I asked again, my mind racing to process Daeseung's unexpected confession, unsure if my ears had betrayed me."Listen up, everyone," I asserted, my tone steely and imperative, breaking the heavy pause that had settled among us. “We all knew from the very beginning that this mission wouldn’t be like any we had undertaken before, but what we are e
The morning after:After a tough night that shook her world, Dynasty woke up feeling restless and uneasy. This morning brought a painful ache to her head, a physical sign of the worry that weighed on her heart following the chaotic events that had turned her glamorous party into a complete mess. This situation was not only embarrassing but also threatened the stability of Flawless Inc., the cosmetics company she had built and cherished.Dynasty was used to handling challenges with grace as the young CEO of a successful business, but what happened last night was unlike anything she had faced before. Determined to find out what had really happened and who was responsible for the disaster, she knew she needed to act quickly and decisively.Before she could fully collect her thoughts or set up an emergency meeting with her team, she instinctively reached for her smartphone. The screen lit up, showing many missed calls and unread messages—a painful reminder of the chaos that had erupted and
I’m Every WomanLike many young girls, Dynasty, the driven CEO of Flawless, once dreamed of magical worlds filled with adventure. She imagined herself as a stunning model walking down Paris runways, enchanting everyone, or as a graceful ballerina dancing effortlessly on grand stages under bright lights. In her future dreams, she pictured herself as a loving wife, surrounded by the joyful laughter of children, creating a warm and happy home. Growing up under the care and support of Beverly and those around her helped Dynasty believe that true happiness and success were within her reach.However, Dynasty grew older, she faced the challenges of a difficult family life that cast a shadow over her dreams. While there was love in her home, it often felt tangled and far from the perfect family life that many of her school friends had or aspired to have. As she entered her teenage years, her dreams transformed into something more profound but also complicated. She found inspiration in her ment
Alert! Alert!As the meeting drew to a close, the President surveyed the room with her keen, perceptive gaze, acutely aware of the absence that lingered like a shadow among her advisors. She chose to hold her tongue, allowing the others to reveal the truth as it unfolded. Just then, Angelique rose from her seat, her posture betraying an urgency she couldn’t mask. With a respectful nod, she requested permission to step out of the conference room for a moment. Upon her return, she approached the group with a palpable sense of trepidation etched across her features. Clearing her throat, she delivered the critical news with a tremor in her voice. "Dynasty," she began, her words trembling slightly, "the evidence we gathered last night was undeniably clear. After reviewing all the footage and testimonies, it’s apparent that the decision to fire shots was made in self-defense." The weight of her revelation hung in the air, as the room processed the gravity of what it meant for their ongoi
The Princess ArrestedIn the vibrant chaos of downtown, the 12th precinct transformed into a pressure cooker of tension as the President of Flawless Inc. found herself at the center of a storm. A relentless battalion of detectives closed in, their questions sharp and probing, firing off like arrows aimed at her composure. The air buzzed with an electric intensity, thick with apprehension that practically wrapped around her.To make matters worse, her lawyer—her only ally in this intricate maze of law—had been barred from the room, leaving her feeling stranded and vulnerable. This was her first real brush with the police, a stark contrast to the previous encounter she had in a hospital in Paris with Bevely. Each second dragged on, stretching into a torturous eternity as she anxiously anticipated her attorney’s arrival—the lone flicker of hope in this daunting predicament.The situation became a true test of her character, pushing her resolve and resilience to their very limits. Her hear
Revealing Identity:“Hello! Who’s calling?” The voice emanating from the intercom was warm and inviting, wrapping the small, cozy room in a friendly atmosphere that felt almost comforting.“Is this Ms. DuBois's residence?” The question came from an appealing masculine voice that carried a warm charm, its rich timbre echoing softly against the walls. There was a genuine curiosity in his tone, making it impossible not to be drawn in by his presence.“Yes, it is,” she replied, her voice smooth and refined, embodying a sense of grace that belied her underlying caution. “May I ask who’s calling?” There was a subtle tension in her tone, a delicate thread of suspicion woven through her politeness, adding an intriguing layer of suspense to the exchange as she prepared to guard the information she held.Victor inched closer to the sleek, black camera positioned next to the door, his captivating smile lighting up his striking features. The warm corridor light streamed down on him, casting a gold
Time Is Of The EssenceA very upset Victor entered his hotel room around 2 a.m., all he thought about was that steaming hot dance with Dynasty. “The only thing I can do to cure this is take a cold shower.”His cell phone rings the minute he steps out of the shower. He throws a towel over his head and wraps one around his lower half. He looks at his phone, and he doesn't want to answer it. But it was his boy calling, and he knew he had to take the call. “What's up?”Before he gets a reply, he hears clearly through the cell phone's speaker a female voice giggling while saying. “Greg, come on...one more kiss.”Victor says. “Yah! Greg, you called me?!”Greg, "Wait, baby." A soft, velvety voice says, "Baby, where are you going?"This cocksure smile appears on his face as Greg enjoys one of his favorite pastimes, pleasing a beautiful woman. "I love you." He kissed her. "But this dance is over."Greg finally tears his lips away from the girl's mouth and brings his attention back to the p
Playing With FireEveryone dispersed, as they all had previous plans with the young ladies they met at the gala. These guys loved what they did for a living. There were only two things that bothered Victor about his style of work. One, the men in his unit were some of the best men he had ever known. Victor could trust every single one of them to have his back. He didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to them.That's why he tries to ensure they don't encounter any real potential violent missions. But in America, things can get violent quickly, and that's something to seriously worry about.Then, shut himself off emotionallywo, Victor, some years ago, after his emoti,onally. Now it's emotional survival. It made it easier to do his job. He no longer invested himself in the lives of other people, other than his boys. Any outside relationships he kept them at a distance. But for some strange reason, he knew something inside him craved to be close to Dynasty DuBois. Back
Dig Deeper Into You"Sorry, boss, for disturbing you, but I think you need to hear this. I didn't get a chance to talk to you with so much that has happened in the last 48 hours. But that guy you entertained at the Gala. His name was Victor Choi. I expected his father to attend the Gala, but instead, his son came. I've been trying to find out why his father didn't come, but I've been running into dead ends while trying to get any information on Sheppard Choi. It’s as if he has gone missing in action. So I couldn't sleep and I had to call you and warn you, just in case he shows up again."Angela was far too late with her warning because Dynasty had already spent a very long evening, into the late morning, with him."I'm aware of who he is, and I have spoken with him since the Gala. He's my target." "But boss, he's not the old man you expected. He's around your age and very debonair. Not to mention, he must be angry about his family's wealth. I think it's too dangerous, Dynasty. You do
Captivated"It sounds awful hearing it described that way. However, I couldn't have described it any better. That's how it is. I'm sorry to say this to you."Victor felt something deep in his soul stir for the first time. He didn't know how to describe it other than feeling very sorry."It's okay, that's your world? It is very sad. I didn't know, but I do now. I feel very sorry for you."From looking at her face, Victor could tell that what he said didn't suit her taste. But despite that, he couldn't stop gazing at her with amazement in his eyes. "I think you're reading me wrong again. I do…" The dynasty had to fight off, entering a defensive attack mode for females. Because every time she looked at his pathetic and demeaning view, he had women. She saw in his eyes for the first time that he recognized that something was wrong with his view and way of thinking. Dynasty wore a pleasant smile, even though she was holding back words that were itching to escape her lips. “You seem unha
Don’t Want To LeaveSince you’re here in my home, I want to ensure you’re neither married nor entangled with someone else. I maintain a strict policy against involving myself with married men outside of work," she stated, her clarity reflecting a deep respect for herself and for Victor.A flicker of surprise crossed Victor's face at her bold frankness. A charged tension settled in the air as he contemplated his response, weighing his words carefully."Relax," she encouraged, a warm smile curving her lips, disarming the initial intensity of the moment. "I’m simply inquiring whether you’re in a serious relationship, like having a girlfriend or a spouse. So are you involved?" Her calm yet probing tone, intertwined with the candlelight flickering across his well-contoured features, helped diffuse the atmosphere.Dynasty had a clear intention behind her question. To her, clarity was paramount in the early stages of any relationship to avoid the messy complications that often ensue in roman
The Scent Of A Woman:“Thank you,” Victor replied, managing to maintain a calm facade even as a flurry of nerves fluttered in his stomach like a restless bird trying to escape. He made his way across the room to the credenza, his hand moving almost mechanically as he poured a generous glass of his favorite red wine. The deep, rich aroma wrapped around him, momentarily distracting him from the anticipation building within.She reappeared, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The simple robe had disappeared, replaced by a stunning, metallic silk maxi dress explicitly tailored for her. The fabric caught the soft light, shimmering like liquid sunshine, and accentuated her every curve with effortless elegance, leaving Victor momentarily breathless. Each step she took unveiled daring slits that climbed high along the sides of the dress, teasing glimpses of her toned thighs that hinted at both strength and grace. Meanwhile, the neckline, adorned with untied drawstrings, invited his gaze
Revealing Identity:“Hello! Who’s calling?” The voice emanating from the intercom was warm and inviting, wrapping the small, cozy room in a friendly atmosphere that felt almost comforting.“Is this Ms. DuBois's residence?” The question came from an appealing masculine voice that carried a warm charm, its rich timbre echoing softly against the walls. There was a genuine curiosity in his tone, making it impossible not to be drawn in by his presence.“Yes, it is,” she replied, her voice smooth and refined, embodying a sense of grace that belied her underlying caution. “May I ask who’s calling?” There was a subtle tension in her tone, a delicate thread of suspicion woven through her politeness, adding an intriguing layer of suspense to the exchange as she prepared to guard the information she held.Victor inched closer to the sleek, black camera positioned next to the door, his captivating smile lighting up his striking features. The warm corridor light streamed down on him, casting a gold
The Princess ArrestedIn the vibrant chaos of downtown, the 12th precinct transformed into a pressure cooker of tension as the President of Flawless Inc. found herself at the center of a storm. A relentless battalion of detectives closed in, their questions sharp and probing, firing off like arrows aimed at her composure. The air buzzed with an electric intensity, thick with apprehension that practically wrapped around her.To make matters worse, her lawyer—her only ally in this intricate maze of law—had been barred from the room, leaving her feeling stranded and vulnerable. This was her first real brush with the police, a stark contrast to the previous encounter she had in a hospital in Paris with Bevely. Each second dragged on, stretching into a torturous eternity as she anxiously anticipated her attorney’s arrival—the lone flicker of hope in this daunting predicament.The situation became a true test of her character, pushing her resolve and resilience to their very limits. Her hear
Alert! Alert!As the meeting drew to a close, the President surveyed the room with her keen, perceptive gaze, acutely aware of the absence that lingered like a shadow among her advisors. She chose to hold her tongue, allowing the others to reveal the truth as it unfolded. Just then, Angelique rose from her seat, her posture betraying an urgency she couldn’t mask. With a respectful nod, she requested permission to step out of the conference room for a moment. Upon her return, she approached the group with a palpable sense of trepidation etched across her features. Clearing her throat, she delivered the critical news with a tremor in her voice. "Dynasty," she began, her words trembling slightly, "the evidence we gathered last night was undeniably clear. After reviewing all the footage and testimonies, it’s apparent that the decision to fire shots was made in self-defense." The weight of her revelation hung in the air, as the room processed the gravity of what it meant for their ongoi