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Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

IN the end, the Clover couldn't get hold of Chloe Rein. Each time Chloe decided to call it a day at the Fray Battle, she and her companions would be gone before anyone would realize. It left both Tara and Vivien fuming. The incident a month ago, wherein Chloe and Jucel Greyn faced off and nearly destroyed the arena, attracted many stronger opponents. They had became famous as the Vampire-Werewolf tandem. No one from the Clover knew why these people chose the Vampire and Werewolf nicknames and what it meant but they figured out that it was because the so-called Bella was a bloodthirsty monster once she was in the arena. The woman in teal dress named Jade was called Vampire because well, she w

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

She carried her and kept telling Nick to leave him and trying to explain to Nick who Adams was. Nick left Adams, turned to Danielle slapped her, it was so hard that her knees buckled on the impact of his palm on her face. Adams lost his nerve and landed his fist on Nick's Jaw and then a fight ensued. Adam was masculine and well built although not as tall as Nick but was a good match for him. People gather to watch as the drama unfolded getting their phones to make a video. after a few minutes of evenly matched punches and kicks, The security at the park came and separated them and asked them to leave, leaving the audience to decide who the winner of the pay-per-view event was.

My opened mouth said something different. “You look very sweet today,” I said without thinking about the impression those few words could create. She giggled, and turned her back towards me. She was perhaps shy to look at me in the face to respond to my remark. It could also be probable that she was cunningly showing me her backside. If the latter was true, a trap of some sort, then, I fell into it squarely. It was appetizing, provoking, and luring. My dangly bits nearly responded to the tune. But I didn’t want it to dance; it would be embarrassing, because I was not wearing tight underwear. Quickly, I turned to look at the far side of the cocoa farm, and rested my eyes there for awhile to s

Our club was the go-to place for people of every kind, it had the ambiance a rich person would like and also had the affordable liquor prices that even a moderate guy could buy. “Authoritative?” I spoke raising my brows at him. “The Stevens created a mess in our club” he spoke crossing his arms and I quickly rushed towards my car taking Theo and him with me. No one would be alive after damaging the property of Holdings. “The Stevens? Who are they?” I asked not knowing their identity. “Hardin Stevens… Fredrick Stevens? Ever heard of them?” he spoke and suddenly a bell rang after hearing Fredrick’s name. He used to work with us but later on created his whole new company from scratch and now is

I slowly stood up and was embarrassed. A lot. "Hmm..... Sophia? Or....." he rested his chin on the back of his hands while putting his weight on his elbows which came to rest on the table. "Princesses?" He smirked " Sophia William" I corrected, and he clicked his tongue. "A stupid name. Well, what are you here for? Go on." He raised his brow and took a small stopwatch out from the desk setting the time and placing it onto his desk. "You have two minutes", and he started it.

The older ones wore traditional jackets and played with iron balls or walnuts, making a rhythmic clicking sound. In the ruthless world of Cloudsea, where the young perpetually challenge the old, the most formidable figure was Tiger from Southshire, also known as the Black-hearted Fat Mantis. Today, he was at the heart of the action. Present were Wystan Roberts from East Star District, with his fearsome face, earning him the nickname Flying Centipede, and Laird Cole from West Grace District, a towering man with a booming voice, dubbed the Thunder God. Then there was Hugh Reardon from North Gate District, known as the Water Monkey, small in stature but with eyes that twinkled with both cunning

"I remember seeing something like that. It's the case Audrey is working on." Owen nodded. "That C initial means Claw. It's the name of an underground club the boss owns and treasures. It is equally the meeting point of him and his investors. The signature, or as he calls it, torture, teaches lessons to traitors who don't know exactly what they've belonged in. Kill or die." Leo's eyebrows just twitched at the information. "And if you're caught, you end that way too, am I right?" Owen nodded. "Yeah."

But I clenched my fist tightly. Just what was this place? I was sure they weren't my real parents, but they wore my parents' faces. Everything was so twisted and bizarre. What was I supposed to do? At dinner, I found a finger on my plate, a shiny platinum ring wrapped around it, strangely familiar. Cold sweat ran down my back when I saw the human finger appearing on the dinner table. I set the finger aside and forced myself to eat the pasta as I tried not to throw up, one small bite at a time. But with every mouthful, I could feel my stomach churning.