Romans & histoires My Doomsday Territory

Instead of fading, it made their career soar. At the end of November 1982, Anne and Jack managed to release a new song called "Terrifying". In just 3 days, they managed to sell more than 3 million copies. Anne and Jack's success excited their manager, Mr. Franklin Stone. Mr. Franklin planned to tour 3 states on New Year's Eve, which were California on December 30th, New York on December 31st, and Las Vegas on January 1st. Hearing this, many big companies flocked to sponsor their concerts.

Matteo shouted at other drivers. My world narrowed to her fading pulse, the sticky warmth spreading across us both. I kept repeating the plea over and over again like a mantra against the terror clawing inside me. “Don’t let it happen again. Don’t let it happen again. Please.”

I asked them, glaring at each and everyone of them. "About Hailey's case! And about your birthday which also serves as a… serve as a… we just need to get Amelia and your child before the dooms… I mean your birthday, my Lord!" He said nervously. I stood up slowly while laughing heartily. "You guys never cease to amaze me! Never!" I said while still laughing. "Doomsday, doom day is near!" I sang as I twirled around. "My Lord, it is not what you think!" Elder Alan said with pleading hands.

There was a letter on his desk. If he hadn't been a firm non-believer, he might have screamed on the spot. When he opened it and read the contents, a chill ran down his spine. Then, just as quickly, he let out a short laugh. Another one. People claiming the world was ending, disasters piling up, society collapsing, everyone doomed… They saw all kinds of things here. Some confessed the moment the handcuffs went on. Others came in rambling about supernatural powers, claiming they could speak to gods. All they needed was 50 pounds of oil and grain as an offering, and on New Year's Eve, the gods would send down an ark and give them a ticket off this planet.

“The reason is not my life, Elias. The reason is the Sentinel Ledger Protocol. The reason is the world outside this room.” “Voss won,” Elias spat. “He knew I would choose this. He chose to trade his life for a personal kill-switch against your moral authority.” “He knew your heart, Elias. He did not know my conviction,” Julian countered, his voice steady despite the gun aimed at him. “I was twenty years old. My father, Arthur, had activated the Doomsday Protocol—a plan to trigger a pre-programmed, simultaneous collapse of seven major economies, designed to demonstrate his ultimate power and cement the Syndicate’s absolute control, regardless of the Oversight Board’s vote.”

I knew about Marco's ruthlessness, so of course they are well aware of who just came in. “How did you get in?” Pierre foolishly asked, there was slight hint of fear in his voice. Isn't it obvious? “The question should have been, how did you found our location?” Marco moves towards Pierre with strength that emanates from him with every move. “Daytime robbery in my territory, that's suicidal. A dangerous move for a next in-line Don.” Marco hissed. “Your territory?” Pierre scoffed mockingly. “Too bad you have too many snakes around you.”

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Dominic’s POV Pack elders droned on. I drummed my fingers against the oak table, forcing myself to pay attention as they pointed to the markings on our territory map. “As you can see, Alpha Dominic,” Elder Marcus intoned gravely, his gnarled finger circling our land on the sheepskin map. A bright scarlet mark surrounded our main hunting grounds. “Your territory has become a high-risk zone for these mutations. We’ve documented seven sightings in the past month alone.”

Doom complained, coughed as if going to vomit; he was crawling on the ground, panting like running for his life. "Well, on my first time, I puked my intestines." "Was that supposed to make me feel better?" Doom said in between his coughing. "You didn't die. Stop being dramatic. Besides, no one forced you to do it. I can leave you here if you keep on complaining," I said sternly. Well, Doom's using his blessings out of nowhere too. So, this was for all the pranking he'd done to me. Doom stood straight and heaved a huge sigh. He scanned the place and realized we were in the Pixie Realm.

Letty walks in and asks them to check the view on the entrance that she had earlier pushed one of them to face the camera, which she is sure captured something. Sir, I know where they are right now. This was the information they took. He showed Robbin the same location the girls had been to. The barbarian territories were also the same place Emily had run into. It's an uncivilized area, so going in and out shouldn't be a problem. Joe called Mr. Robin's attention.