This Ain't It Chief Novels & Stories

It was dark, gloomy, and empty save for a single soul who was staring at the moonlight with two smoking cups in front of him. “Should I cook for you? That’s not meat,” the chief asked. He must have startled him for he suddenly put down his arms on the table. “No, I’m fine. Mountain tea is enough for me now that you are here in front of me,” he replied like the loyal Rigiddin knight that he was. The chief took his seat and he noticed again the shifting of his arm position, trying to make his sleeve cover his skin. “You don’t have to hide it,” he said. “I know that Raeya’s mark is not there.”

As she come closer, the Village Chief called to her, seeing that she had arrived, Village Chief, ticked her name on her paper board. “Good morning, Chief Ori….hahaha..I am quite excited for today…you know...not only the village were opened today…but also we will be going to Sunders City as well…”.(Anita) “hohoho~…that’s right, Anita…come sit, we are still waiting for everyone to come…so let’s wait for a little bit…”.(Village Chief Ori)

It was over. "Thief?" Shawn's voice cut through the silence, cold and imposing. Lucas bit his lower lip, rendered speechless. The Chief's fate was sealed—not that it adequately conveyed the severity of the situation. In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, he quickly intercepted. "So, where is the person now?" "Oh, you mean the thief?" the Chief repeated, oblivious to the mounting frustration within Lucas. 'Aish!' Lucas almost spat out blood. 'Can you stop saying that word, you imbecile?' He cursed silently.

the chief says, “Okay sir,” Clara said, and she moved closer to the chief she calls the number one by one while the chief and Richard was typing the numbers on their mobile phone, and the chief called Clara's aunty, hello, and who Is on the line with me?“ Clara's aunty asked, “good day ma'am, am chief Anthony,” he said, “yes chief, how may I help you, sir?“ Clara's aunty asked, “As I said, am chief Anthony, I got your phone number from your niece Clara,” the chief said and before the chief could say anything, she interrupted him, “what happened to Clara?“ her aunt asked,

He drew her to his bossom. "Amanda my girl. I can't cope with withdrawal. Is it even possible? This shit is like jumping from a moving train, a step from an orgasm" "Then make use of a condom Sir" she cut in. " I am not ready to mother a child at the moment." She continued. " Let's leave all of this sex talk. Chief, what about the money I spoke to you about?" She rubbed his chest. "Oh, my baby girl. Trust me, money is the least of Chief's problems. You've probably heard this lyrics: I'VE GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT MONEY AIN'T ONE"

he asked and gave a small laugh. "So what's the name of this pregnant girl?" "Amelia?" he asked like he wasn't sure. "Yes, Amelia," another lady chirped in. "Good, we'll get rid of them tomorrow," the chief suddenly said. "What? I thought we were selling them?" "Not anymore," he said with a smirk. "Well, you can't do that, not on my watch," I said as the chief turned to me. "And who asked for your opinion?" "I can't watch you touch my mate," I said in anger as he gave a small laugh.

Really, dream. I shook my head quickly. Since when has this annoying CEO has been my dream man. Looks like my brain is getting crazy. Rich person are different. Whatever it is can be done easily with money. No need to bother taking care of it they also have other people to take care of it. So, the question is when can I be rich like him? Once again, my brain was screaming, don't dream you try!

Instead, he walked towards the chief, "Chief, if this is about the unpaid taxes, I'm sure I could check if I still have any valuables with me. My apologies if it took this long-" "No," The chief said, finality in his voice. "Money is not what we need from you, Fyn." Fyn blinked, a grin forming on his face, "Really, sir?" He felt an enormous weight being lifted from his shoulders. Finally! Something good has happened to him. But then the chief's words dawn on Fyn's mind, the vagueness of them all. And he found himself asking, softly, slowly, "What do you need from me then, Chief?"