"She won't come because of you," Nianzang yelled. "Not for my birthday. Not for Christmas. Never! It's your fault."
Nianzang threw a bookend at his father before running out of the office. Diyiren shot up, but Nianzang was already gone. He punched the wall, then returned the bookend to its place. The Chinese doll replica of his mother wore a Mona Lisa smile. Diyiren kissed her.
"Excuse me, My King. My apologies for interrupting," Mr. Harold Dethewaite said. "Your queen is restless. She wants to move."
Diyiren rolled his eyes, then knelt on the cushion. "Then let her."
"She wants to move to Ohio."
"Then let her."
"You only have one open property in Ohio, in New Canada."
Diyiren picked up the same bookend that had just been thrown at him and shot it at Harold Dethewaite. "I don't care. Give her what she wants!"
Mr. Harold Dethewaite wasn't in the habit of running, but he ran right past Beelzebub and out of the Welsh Fortress. BoBo chuckled and strolled on.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
