ALL Chapters & Episodes of The Sons of Hades by Kessington Agwam - Page 3

All Chapters of The Sons of Hades: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

23 Chapters

Inside the mildly cold office, Bob was having Hollandia. His phone’s ring annoyed him. He hated interruptions while he ate. This was the only time he was free of worry, his only leisure moment. He picked the receiver and spoke. “Who's this?” “Bob? Is that you?” Sobbing in the background, familiar voice. “I need your help!” Bob was about to ask who this was, he held himself. The police man in him figured out that it's going to be hard to keep her holding on the line for long unless you hold the conversation. If actually, she's in some deadly situation. “Calm down. Where are you?” Bob's gentle voice settled calm on Olamide's quivering shoulders. She demanded that Bob bring an ambulance. “My friend, he's been injured pretty badly. I think he might not make it.” She told the detective, with an airily fain

Danger

The Sons of Hades/Kessington Agwam

The car came to a stop in front of the big gate and Lexington came out, carrying grocery bags with "Hallmark" written on them. He hummed a tune as he opened the small gate with one hand. He was on Nike shorts, shirt, cap, and air max. Funke had called him in the middle of a workout to get some food items for dinner which he had rushed to get. He took every chance he could get to look at her. He entered their little yet airy compound that had an overview of the whole area from the upstairs balcony. He took slow strides, allowing the post-workout blaze kick in, when his ears picked up a rustling coming from the bush nearby. He stopped in his tracks, and turned owl-like, to the direction of the noise. Something was definitely there! The groceries fell to the ground. Lex stealthily moved closer to the well gardened bush and as he got closer, a huge frame stood, towering over him. The

Reality

The Sons of Hades/Kessington Agwam

Water trickling, dust absorbing the wind, and forming an image, though white as snow, faceless and void, sitting on edge of Existence, the image turned into Lex. He was clad in white, neat, groomed, and shaven. A voice made his ears twitch and his eyelids part. He woke up searching for the voice, when he got up, he staggered. His balance regained, he went in search of the voice. He got to an end and found out the voice called from the opposite direction of the white environment. There seems to be no exit. Is this an Asylum? He asked himself. Lexington. He searched for the voice. Nowhere. Lexington, why do you ignore my call? Huh? The next thing was a transition, with a much clearer voice. It called on to him like a missing child whose mother called out to them. “Lex?” A voice in the back

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