Princess Lorelei Maeve Celeste of the Spades has lived a life of privilege, yet she is haunted by the Felicity Game-a game infamous for seizing women who dare to oppose the Black Panthers, a ruthless organization that leaves its victims broken and i...
VANILLA a delicate, precious flavor smells like a perfumery aroma, surely sweet like his own words, words that could kill me one day.
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On a damp day, the road shimmered with large puddles and masses of wet water draining on the surface of it. Oblivious to the trouble they had stirred in the nearby tiny town, two figures kept fleeing away from the problems they had created while laughter echoing in the misty air.
One had a brown wolf cut and was holding a big bag filled with cash around his shoulders, wearing a grey cargo pants and used sneakers with his black compression shirt covered by a nike track jacket that's not sippered.
The other one had a two block cut whose wearing loose fit jeans while wearing a fit grey hoodie and newly branded shoes, perplexing his grinning face while walking back to their hideout.
"Did you see the guy's face? He looked like he's about to cry," one of them laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"How did they manage to have a ridiculous bank in this spot when this town is pretty well abandoned?" The other pondered after stopping suddenly. They both realized they might have left something crucial behind.
As the other person draws nearer and whispers urgently, "Did you forgot the phone?"
"Fuck! you mean the one that we need to contact boss once we finally get what he wants?" came by a frantic reply.
"Yes, damn it!"
He grew incensed because he trusted him, which made his anger boil even more. He looks coldly at him and he can't tell if he's truly getting upset at him or not because they have to return to where they obtained the money. It's difficult to read his own expression when it comes to himself.
Frustration flashed across his face, "Zacael Fucking Viernes."
"Damn," Cael turned around while grinning.
"I have the phone, Elias," Cael says.
Elias sighed in exasperation, "We could've been fired from your actions, Cael," Cael rolled his eyes and didn't care for a single thing.
