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Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

That also makes me the top ten players of the server that reached the 380s level. “Alright, Marcus…” I reasoned to myself. “Think of this as that game instead of reality. You are a daydreamer so you’re a pro for that.” I took a deep breath and exhaled. Even though I am still in pain, my daydream mode slowly kicked in, masking the pain with excitement to finish this level. I then marched forward—towards a haunting music that conveniently came closer to me—with a grin on my face. *** Rox In a gloomy, dimly lit room, Rox was standing in front of the King who is restrained by strings of flesh. His grey eyes stared quietly at the King’s pale face.

Entering the store, Alexis was immediately greeted by the saleswomen there, who hurriedly wanted to take excellent care of the leader of the pack and the ruler of their city. Bowing for Alexis, one of the saleswomen immediately greeted them: "Good evening King Alexis, how we may help you?" Graciously reciprocating the bow, Alexis sketched a gentle smile on his face, and replied: "Good evening, I came to buy a couple of your best bottles of red plum wine." Hearing the alpha's request, the female employees quickly set about finding bottles of wine for Alexis, finding the most expensive and finest for him, placing them on the counter.

I slink out of the office to the game room, where Eriq’s playing Kingston, an early game I designed based on my grandmother’s birthplace—a first-person shooter still popular today. “Behind you,” I say, sitting beside him. He spins, shoots the target, and keeps going. For ten minutes, he plays, only acknowledging me when I point out enemies. “You okay?” I ask after another five minutes of silence. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Oh…” I mumble. He keeps playing, eyes glued to the screen. He’s upset about the Japan trip—I get it, but he should know it’s just business. “Are you mad about the trip?”

Surrounded by 4 other guys who escorted me here, and in front of him stood the owner of Fight Club where I work as a fighter. "Welcome! Xavier, right?" The big boss gestured to me to take a drink which I denied. The fact he knows my name doesn't fancy me, obviously, he must have known my data. "And I'm still wondering who you could be?" I mused, causing the owner of the club's eyes to shoot out of his sockets. The man laughed, before introducing himself. "I'm Kyle. The right-hand man of the Kings." Okay. That explains all this black clothing and shady acts. Kings are the most dangerous gang who almost runs more than 3 halves of the city. Nobody dares to cross them or ends up losing their liv

My kingdom. The game had changed, and I was all in—the watchful King in a chess match where power and control was the ultimate prize.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

This was a game and I was going to give it my all. It was me vs the Kingston's..

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

“So what exactly are we playing tonight, Vero? You built this up like it’s going to be the highlight of the week, but if it’s just another lame round of charades or something tame like that, I’m out before we even begin.” Her tone carried that sharp, teasing lilt she always used when she wanted to poke at me, the kind that stirred up memories of her whispering similar challenges in my ear while her hands wandered lower, and I could already feel my pulse quicken at the thought, my skin warming under her gaze. I let a slow smirk spread across my face as I shuffled the cards between my fingers, the familiar snap of them echoing softly in the room. “Trust me, it’s nothing like charades, and defi