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“You’re doing great, son. Being captain suits you. But remember, the company will need that same leadership soon. Call me as soon as you can.” “As soon as you can” always meant “right now.” Asher never called back immediately though. He decided that silence was easier. He slapped Theo’s back. “Nice hit.” Theo laughed. “You enjoy getting knocked down, huh?” “Only from you,” Asher replied, smiling. The team laughed. No one noticed the weight he carried inside. And that was how he liked it. By 9:45 a.m., he was in the gym, lifting dumbbells until his muscles ached. Sweat ran down to the cut on his lip. He wiped his face and checked his phone.

He didn't spare me a glance and there was this awkward silence stretching between us, pressing down on my chest until I couldn't take it anymore. “How'd it go?” “Good,” he replied flatly. Oh…uh well guess he's tired, might as well change the topic. “Our twenty-first birthdays are coming up soon,” I said, my voice sounding a little too desperate to break the quiet. “I am just so excited about it. Aren't you?” But he didn't reply this time, he just worked around the room, looking at literally everything else but me. It was so incredibly awkward, but I couldn't stop myself. I kept pushing, hoping he would break.

So much so I asked Arrick to buy me some sort of weapon for self-defense and he looked at me like ‘Yeah … Not a chance. Arrick too, has to resist the temptation to snap people’s wrists and we are both so fed up with the way complete strangers feel it’s okay to come and say how it’s good luck to caress my bump or want to guess the sex or how far on I am. It’s weird. People are weird and now I understand why Jake turns into a psycho who then bans Emma from coming to the city when she is full bump.

He chuckled as he remembered Jim grunting in frustration after Wilson had asked a question and Jim remembered that his smartwatch would have been able to just show all the holographic images, only if it was not dead. "Sir!" The soldier saluted. "At ease, lieutenant!" The superior, a captain by rank, said calmly. "Sir, this here, is Wilson and he claims to have survived the one-eyed beast attack, sir." "Standby!" The captain looked at Wilson and says. "Sit down, Wilson." Wilson sat down, compelled to say thank you. "Thank you, sir!" "What's your full name?" "Wilson Wilder." "Where did you come from?" "A Faraway village." Wilson answered, unwilling to mention Forest City or the Revolutionaries

asdfghjkl#$₱&%! Reese was flustered. His eyes grew large and his jaw dropped to the ground in absolute bewilderment. He could sense his soul starting to descend in the heavens. "W-what…?" Avyanna stuttered. Hey! Bast*rd! What the f*ck do you think you're doing! The Vice-Captain on the sideline could only face-palm as he breathed repeatedly to try and calm himself. No matter how gentle-looking this f*cker appears to be, there's no hiding how much of a playboy he can be whenever someone in a skirt approaches him.

The second Melanie swung the door open and I saw the Mayor Redford my reaction surprised even me. I burst out laughing. Loud belly twisted laughter fill the space. Evan, strange and deadly creature he was, had a marvellous sense of humour. He’d strung the Mayor up like a pig on the spit. Wiggling no stop on his stomach like a worm, hands and feet tied together and bound to each other behind his back and he yelled into the make shift gag Evan had fashioned for him. It was truly a sight I would not forget for a long while.

was crying. He felt bad as he knew everything through his agents who was in charge to take care of Advika. ‘Shh!!!’ He tried to make her stop but she didn’t. She forgot about her surroundings and people who were gawking at the couple. Those who were from Advika’s department were stunt to find the socially awkward girl completely busy with a husband man. Their mind was clouded with a thought that how could a crippled girl like her can get a handsome man like him. But the couple were far from their mean thoughts.

He had a confident stance and an aura of adventure surrounding him. I approached him thinking he would make a fine distraction. I needed a distraction badly. His name was Wilson and he was the Captain. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties with dark hair. "Nice to meet you, Miss Stormie." He said. He looked like a nice guy. I had my share of nice guys and I wanted to try something different. No more nice guys. Wilson showed me the controls and explained what they did while I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying.

The back of my shirt is already sticking to my back. “Golden Boy, are you asking me to strip for you?” Mave makes a gagging sound. My face flushes. Why would he say that here with people listening? Why would he say that at all? “Didn’t I tell you that the Captain is not an ass licker? You are disgusting the poor guy.” Mave grumbles. I don’t turn around to look at him, I keep my eyes on my feet, taking deep breaths to find my center again. The refuge camp is completely worn out but the floors are lacking the holes for me to disappear through.

Tight, tan, and carved like they’ve been sculpted out of arrogance and gym hours. I don’t mean to stare, but my brain forgets how to blink. Then, because the universe likes to mess with me, he catches me looking. And smirks. And winks. Not at me, though - at a group of girls across the way who just yelled his name like he’s some kind of rockstar. “Captain!” one squeals. “We love you!” I roll my eyes so hard I might sprain something, trying to focus on the actual reason I’m here.