All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SEDUCTRESS : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THE VOICES SHE HEAR CHAPTER 71 [To where their bond lies is to where they meet, embarking an encounter both of them had not expected…]The rotten smell, the disarray, and a state of a benevolent abhorred life she led. Flies swarmed, they fed on the corpses in a lump, mutilated pieces to which not, thus further beyond recognition. Dimly lit luminesce, plunged pit on a brink of delirium. Germa felt like the sanity she had was slipping away. This time, it was beyond being redeem. Far from, further away on the chase she haven’t had any strength left. A long run she no longer had the will to live. Moreover, she could hear—Germa was beginning to hear the voices. Loud, and low—crystal clear, the corners to where they screeched.Orbs blankly staring ahead lay in a stolid vacant expression. Empty irises stripped sorrel dust through disoriented in a mark of a meek call, which soon attest, appease the shattered soul, remaining in pieces. The same

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETYCHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no  fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so at some circumstances. In spite of the bugging conscience, Gerry daren’t need to disappoint him much longer again. The old man’s patience is running short.

THE NEW CHAPTER, RUSCOV IS AWAKECHAPTER 75 [And so he escape something he seems to be getting drag into, a hole he isn’t supposed be in dweller, but he did…] Apprehended, there are some people, who would say that those person who had fallen into the brink is capable of more than the things they can do than when they are awake. Unconscious, which brew vivid scenarios, and sharpness, although of course it cost something depending to how bad it is. It could be their sight, or perhaps some memories they cherish beheld inside, thus to hold them against their chest would be a lot more harder. He knew where he was, but all was in a hazy blur. Recent events, which doesn’t make sense, and voice abhorrent evoke presupposed feelings which are all drifting apart. Submerge until he was drowning into the midst of them. His name is Ruscov—Alekseev Ruscov, a Russian detecti

BURNT ALIVE, HIS FEELINGSCHAPTER 77 [ When all evil lurks, it fed on people’s life, of their happiness, and of those whom they cherish the most…]Thus far to wish how some things are way back to how it used to be. Yet, not all are able to be redeemed. Oftentimes, we are unable to fix something that was beyond repair. Irreversible stolen lives and danger which brought death. The Belize station knew that the moment their landline rings, the simultaneous krings followed suit, it doesn’t offer much different than what was horrible incidents would fill their day ahead. They had gotten used to it or so they thought the exact moment Summer picked up the call.“Yes?” He said, weary voice and tone he used adherent to how they had been sleeping over in their station. Lost strength, night spent and deprived from sleep. Now that they had not yet recovered from their shock. Gerry has bee

BLAMES, AT FAULTCHAPTER 79 [Some people perish, die when they had not seen the forth coming of death…] Seiya couldn’t sleep. She would make two turns, and another, yet it won’t visit her. Her eyes would fluttered open no matter how much she tries. With her multiple attempts, which continuously keeps failing, left with no choice, she get up and leaned her head on the headboard. Somewhat torn, but frustrated at what could be the problem was. But she beckon what was it, and who was the source of her sudden prowl, of her dreams getting intrude, obtrude scenario that she shouldn’t be thinking. It was the man, whom she accidentally hit hardly way back on that club. He was prying on her head, and within the walls his features would just came out as a reminder of the night. Whereas the clouds are dark and grey, castigated that doesn’t work either as to seek something u