In one of the highly prestigious VIP guest rooms within Queen's palace, a man stood guard at the door, his body rigid with tension that made every muscle ache. He wore the formal attire of the Crowns, the expensive fabric now feeling like a prison uniform against his skin, suffocating him with every breath. His eyes burned red with suppressed rage that had nowhere to go, his teeth grinding together so hard his jaw ached with the pressure. His fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically as he heard the muffled sounds from inside the room, each sound driving deeper into his chest.
AAAANNN… AAUUUU… AAHHNNN… AAHHNNN… OOOOOOO…
The sounds cut through him like knives, each one a fresh wound to his already shattered dignity. Inside the room, a woman, his wife, was being taken by two men. One thrust into her from the front, filling her completely with his thick cock, while the other claimed her from behind, stretching her ass in ways that made her cry out in pleasure she'd never shown him in all their years together. Her Crown attire lay discarded on the floor, the expensive fabric crumpled and forgotten, just like their marriage vows had been thrown aside.
The two tall men handled her roughly, their large hands groping her exposed breasts without mercy, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as they pounded into her relentlessly. Their fingers dug into her naked ass, spreading her wider as they ravaged her body from both ends. The woman's mouth hung open, gasping and moaning as waves of pleasure crashed through her trembling form.
AAHHHNNN… UUUFFFF… MMMFFFF… AAAA…
One of the men leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, invasive kiss. His tongue explored her mouth thoroughly while his hips continued their brutal rhythm, never slowing. He pulled back with a satisfied chuckle, his breath hot against her flushed face.
"Hehehe, we were quite horny after seeing a beautiful woman at the meeting area," he said with a smirk, his hands never stopping their exploration of her body, mapping every curve. "Glad we met you. Who would have thought we'd be fucking in the prestigious Queen's palace? Haha!"
The man behind her laughed darkly remembering that woman they'd seen earlier, his tongue tracing a wet path up her naked back as he thrust deeper inside her ass. The woman shuddered at the sensation, her body responding eagerly to their every touch, craving more.
The man in front stopped kissing her for a moment, pulling back to admire her pleasure-drunk expression. A wicked smirk spread across his face. "But her husband's situation is still the same as before, kekke. She's sure taking care of her husband very well, isn't she?"
"But did you sign the documents involving them? Don't delay.... today is the last day to have a way a chance of survival in this stupid island" The man from behind added while fucking her.
AAANNN NNGGGHH AAA HAAAA... AAMM YES! I HAVE AAANNN UGGHHH! SIGNED IT!!!!
GOOD KEKEKKE THEN WE CAN ENJOY EVEN IN FUTURE HEHEHHE!!
WHILE HIS HUSBAND WATCH HIS WIFE HHAHAHAHAH
THAP THAP THAP THAP THAP THAP
AAHHHNN AAA AAANN AANN AANNN NNNNMMM NNGGHH AANNN.....DON'T STOP!!…UMMMM…. YESSS… FUCK MEEE MOREEE!! AAAHHH!! she screamed, completely lost in the sensations flooding her body, not caring who heard her cries of ecstasy echoing through the walls.
They continued for what felt like an eternity to the man standing guard outside. Every moan, every cry of pleasure, every slap of flesh against flesh was a dagger to his heart, twisting deeper with each passing second. Finally, he heard his wife's voice call out to him, not with love or respect, but with a cruelty she'd perfected over the months.
"HEY, YOU SHIT HEAD! COME INSIDE!"
Tsk! The man's face contorted with humiliation and rage that threatened to consume him, but he had no choice. He slowly opened the door, his hand trembling on the handle as if opening the gates to hell itself.
The scene that greeted him was even worse than he'd imagined in his darkest moments. His naked wife sat between the two naked men, her hands wrapped around their still-hard wet cocks, stroking them with practiced movements that spoke of experience. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared across her face, her body glistening with sweat. She looked up at him with cold, dismissive eyes that held no recognition of what they once were.
"What are you staring at, you worthless piece of shit?" she snapped, her hands never stopping their movements on the thick shafts. "Fix my hair and go bring me another dress. Such a slow retard. I don't understand why I had to marry this man."
The husband couldn't say anything. His throat had closed up entirely, his voice stolen by the weight of his shame and powerlessness pressing down on him. He approached her mechanically, his hands shaking as he began to fix her tangled hair. Each touch felt like a betrayal of himself; of the man he used to be.
One of the tall men smiled lazily, reaching up to grab her breast right in front of the husband, squeezing it possessively. The wife moaned softly at the touch, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure that made her lips part.
"Don't be so rude to him," the man said with mock concern, though his smirk betrayed his amusement at the situation. "You were able to rise up in society because of this man, weren't you? You must be thankful to him. Because of his stupidity, he gave everything to you on a silver platter. Hahaha!"
The wife glanced back at her husband with a mocking smirk that cut deeper than any blade ever could. "Well, I guess so. Thank you, MY DEAR HUSBAND," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness and contempt that poisoned every syllable.
The husband clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood that pooled in his closed fingers. But he didn't dare mess up or speak out against them. He watched, helpless, as his wife's lips were claimed once again by the other man, their mouths moving together hungrily as the other man played with her pussy, his fingers deep inside her wet folds bringing shivers to her body that made her arch.
The only words he could force out, whispered so quietly they were almost inaudible over the sounds of pleasure, were: "Please… please read it for me. Please! Let me out of here! I want justice!!!" He gritted his teeth so hard they felt like they might shatter, his entire body trembling with frustration, rage, and a desperate, dying hope.
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"Hey, did you write it properly?" one of the maids asked in a hushed whisper, slowly squatting down near the kitchen where they could talk without being overheard. Her hands were still trembling from nervousness that wouldn't leave her body.
"I did, but I don't know if anyone will actually read it," the tired maid replied, huffing with exhaustion that made her words come out breathless. Her breath came out in short gasps; she'd flew all the way to Queen's palace and back without stopping once. "There was a huge pile of letters everywhere! So many people… I couldn't believe it."
"I hope someone did see our letter" the first maid said, her voice breaking slightly with emotion. "They've been locked in for so long. I'm so worried about them. This is the only chance Queen guards could hear us. Please… please help us!!" Her hands clasped together in desperate prayer to any god who might listen.
Both maids shivered in the cold kitchen, not just from the temperature but from fear of what would happen if they were caught. Their jobs, their lives, everything depended on their silence. But their conscience wouldn't let them stay silent anymore, wouldn't let them ignore what they knew.
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"Young master, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" the butler asked carefully, his weathered face creased with concern born from years of service. "I could still go back and retrieve your letter before anyone sees it."
The young man sat patiently on a chair overlooking his family's artificial garden, a constructed paradise built on the suffering of others. He looked down at the perfectly manicured plants below, their beauty feeling like a lie covering rot beneath.
"Let it be," he said quietly but firmly, his voice carrying conviction. "I've made up my mind. Whatever happens, happens. We can't let my parents continue this path. They're way too greedy."
He paused, his young face showing a maturity beyond his years that shouldn't exist in someone so young. "I don't have any power of my own, but if I can get support from Queen, then I could bring light to their wrongdoings. I am not my parents. This is wrong. This is common people's money they're stealing, blood money from families who can barely survive. I don't have the heart to let it keep going."
His hands gripped the armrests of his chair until his knuckles turned white. "So many families are lost because of this house. Ruined…. Destroyed... There is no need for this house to keep standing if it's built on such suffering."
The butler looked at his young master with a mixture of pride and sadness that made his old eyes glisten. "But are you sure they could actually do anything? That they'll listen?"
The young master looked up toward the sky, diving deep into his memories of a certain encounter that had changed his perspective. "Hmm… Master Zack. If I'm right in thinking about who that man truly is, then for sure, everything will be done. I believe in him."
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"Kekke, stupid brats crying over some beating," one teacher laughed cruelly, lounging back in his chair with complete indifference. "Let them cry. When the school reopens, I'll make sure they never pass this semester. Kekek!"
Another teacher, a woman dressed elegantly in expensive robes that cost more than most families earned in a year, joined in the laughter. "And who are the children of that woman who complained about us to the princess?" She tapped her fingers on the desk thoughtfully, calculating. "Hmm, I think I can find out about her kids. Let's teach them some good manners!" Her laugh was chilling evil, echoing through the room.
The grandmaster of the school turned to another teacher standing by the window, which overlooked Queen's palace carved beautifully out of the towering mountains in the distance. "Hey, you. Did you deliver the question paper to Lady House's residence?"
"Yes, grandmaster, I did," the teacher replied casually, not giving much weight to his words. "And they praised you wholeheartedly, telling me their support is always with you."
"Keke, good, good," the grandmaster said with satisfaction spreading across his face. "Let things keep going as they are. This place is meant to make future leaders, not some dirty scum hole where anyone could come and study. We are the only school in this city, and we have to maintain our standards." He emphasized the last word with a sneer.
The gathered teachers laughed in agreement, all except one. The one overlooking Queen Palace kept his face calm but inside his mind all he could say was:
I'm sorry little ones. I'm so sorry I can't speak up that time. But I sent it. I sent the letter. Please, Please help these kids!!!
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"Sigh… how long do we have to deal with this?" one of the workers in the basement complained, his hands shaking slightly from overuse. "Because of this tool, I feel like I'm getting overdosed more often. Can't they provide us with better materials for crafting? This cheap stuff is poisoning us slowly."
"Don't worry, there might be a chance they will!" a woman worker spoke up with cautious hope in her voice, trying to lift their spirits despite the darkness surrounding them.
"Hmm, will they? How?" the others asked, turning to look at her with desperate eyes that begged for good news.
The woman hesitated, then smiled mysteriously. She didn't answer directly, but her hand unconsciously touched her pocket where a folded empty envelope rested, a letter she'd managed to send to Queen's palace during her break.
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"Ma'am, please!" the young woman pleaded desperately, her voice cracking with emotion. "I have enough experience, and I am very professional and talented at my job. Please give me a VALID REASON WHY YOU'RE REJECTING ME!"
The woman behind the desk didn't even look up from her papers, her voice flat and dismissive as if speaking to an insect. "I told you already. I can't hire a newly married woman. You girls are just a pain in the ass, you'll get pregnant, take leave, demand benefits. Just go away and try somewhere else. I don't want to lose profit because of your life choices."
Agh! The young woman's shoulders slumped in defeat, all the fight draining from her body. She walked outside with heavy steps, her eyes burning with unshed tears she refused to let fall.
Her husband was waiting outside, breathing hard and sweating profusely. He'd clearly been running somewhere important.
"Husband, what happened? Why are you sweating so much?" she asked worriedly, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow with her sleeve in a tender gesture.
"Hmm, don't worry. Just went somewhere important," he said evasively, catching his breath in gulps. "How was your interview? Did you get it?"
He saw her face and already knew the answer without her saying a word. His heart ached for her, seeing the disappointment written across her features. He gently patted her head, his rough hand tender against her hair.
"Don't worry. If luck is with us, everything will be okay," he said softly with reassurance he didn't fully feel.
"Dear, I'm sorry," she said, her voice small and defeated in a way that broke his heart. "We promised to get a good house in the 2nd rock district, but… sigh… I'm so sorry."
Feeling her dejection radiating from her like cold air, the husband suddenly leaned down and kissed her, catching her completely by surprise. She tried to push him away, aware of the people walking by and staring at them, but he didn't budge. His lips moved against hers with desperate passion that spoke of determined love.
MMFFF… UUMMM… PAT PAT… SLUPPP… UUU… OONN… AAAHH!
The woman moaned softly, drawing the eyes of onlookers passing by. When he finally pulled back, he had a mischievous smirk on his face that made her heart flutter.
"Let's go to our little house and wait for good news," he said, winking at her playfully.
"Geez, don't be so pervy in public," she said shyly, her cheeks flushed red like ripe apples. But she smiled and nodded, taking his hand in hers.
As they walked away together toward their future, her husband's other hand was clenched tightly in his pocket, wrapped around a crumpled empty envelope. The letter inside he'd just delivered to Queen's palace. A letter that might be their only hope for a better life.
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"I WANT JUSTICE!!" A old woman shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse from hours of screaming that had torn her throat raw. "I WANT THE OWNER OF THIS FACTORY TO PAY FOR MY SON'S DEATH!! I WILL NOT MOVE FROM HERE UNTIL YOU DO!"
She stood in front of the factory gates, her small, frail body shaking with rage and grief that threatened to consume her completely. Some people passing by laughed at her futile protest, finding entertainment in her pain. Others looked at her with pity before hurrying away, not wanting to get involved in something that could bring trouble to their own doorsteps.
A guard came out from the factory, annoyance clear on his face as he approached her. "Hey, old lady, go away! No one is getting punished. It was an accident, and we gave you his monthly salary, right? That's more than enough. Now go away!" He started pushing her roughly, his hands shoving her frail shoulders without mercy.
"HAHA, A PUNY AMOUNT OF MONEY?!" the grandmother roared, her voice filled with so much pain and fury that several people stopped to stare at the commotion. "ARE YOU SAYING MY SON'S DEATH VALUE IS JUST A PUNY AMOUNT OF MONEY?! HE WAS MY SON! HE WAS A HUSBAND! HE WAS A FATHER!! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, HE WAS A GOOD MAN!"
Her voice broke on the last words, tears streaming down her weathered face in rivers. But she pushed on, her voice growing even louder with each word.
"I WILL NOT MOVE FROM HERE UNTIL THAT BASTARD PAYS FOR MY SON'S DEATH! IT WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT! HE STOOD UP FOR EVERYONE HERE, AND NOW THESE LITTLE COWARDS ARE HIDING AWAY, NOT COMING OUT TO TESTIFY WHAT REALLY HAPPENED!"
She turned to look at the factory workers who were watching from the windows above, her eyes blazing with righteous anger that could have melted steel.
"GOD IS WATCHING! SOMEDAY YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES! I WILL DIE HERE IF I HAVE TO, BUT I WILL SEE TO IT THAT MY SON GETS JUSTICE!!"
The workers who knew the truth clenched their fists in shame, unable to meet her eyes that burned with accusation. They wanted to speak up, wanted to tell what they'd seen. But fear kept their mouths shut tight. Fear of losing their jobs. Fear of ending up like her son....
Tsk! The guard, getting angrier by the second, saw his supervisor giving him a harsh glare from the factory entrance. Taking it as permission to escalate, he suddenly grabbed the old woman roughly and dragged her away from the entrance with brutal force, then shoved her hard toward the ground.
"Ah!" The grandmother cried out as she stumbled, about to hit the hard pavement. But a woman rushed forward and caught her just in time, arms wrapping around the fragile body.
"MOTHER! ARE YOU OKAY?!" the woman cried out, her arms wrapping protectively around the older woman to shield her.
"Tch! Go away, otherwise you'll be rotting in jail!" the guard threatened, his face twisted with ugly satisfaction at his power over them. "Humph!" He turned and walked back into the factory, slamming the gate behind him with a loud clang that echoed through the street.
The younger woman gently helped her mother-in-law sit down on the side of the road, lowering her carefully. "Mother, please don't push yourself so hard. You'll get sick."
"Oh, my daughter," the old woman said, tears flowing freely now without restraint. "I'm sorry this mother can only do this much. Your husband was taken away from you, and I, as his mother, haven't done anything to repay your kindness to our family."
Her weathered palm touched the younger woman's pale, thin face with tenderness. The poor thing had become so gaunt from working herself to exhaustion trying to support them both and her young son.
"It's okay, Mother. Don't worry," the wife said, forcing a sweet smile despite her own pain that threatened to break her composure. "If God is with us, soon that bastard will face justice. Don't worry. Come, let's go home. Your grandson is waiting for you. He cooked a delicious meal for you today."
She grabbed the old woman's hand tenderly and helped her up slowly, leading her away from the factory. But as they walked, her other hand was clenched tightly into a fist that trembled with suppressed rage. She glared back at the factory one last time, her eyes burning with a fire that matched her mother-in-law's intensity.
I have sent the letter….. They promised to look into everyone problems and suggestion... Please, someone help us. Please let justice be served.
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"This is too much!" a worker burst out, slamming his hand on the desk with enough force to make papers jump. "Why have the raw materials' costs increased so dramatically? We can't create our products like this! Sir, it will be a huge loss to us!"
The business owner sighed heavily, rubbing his tired eyes that ached from sleepless nights. "Sigh… they're playing dirty because of the political situation here. The big companies are squeezing us small businesses to death."
He paused, then looked up with a glimmer of hope breaking through the exhaustion in his eyes. "I hope that guy did what I told him to. If he managed to deliver the letter, we might have a chance."
He sighed again and gently calmed his worker down, patting his shoulder with reassurance he didn't fully feel himself. "Don't worry too much. Have faith. Just keep working, and let's hope for the best."
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"Um, sir, can you please reduce the board price?" a mother asked politely, her voice gentle but desperate in a way that tugged at the heart. "It's my daughter's first flying board. Please give us some discount."
The shopkeeper's face softened with sympathy, but he shook his head regretfully. "Ma'am, we can't do that. These things are already selling at the cheapest price possible. If you want something even cheaper, you'll have to look for second-hand boards. I can't help you, I'm sorry."
The mother's shoulders slumped visibly, and she walked away dejected with heavy steps. The shopkeeper sighed deeply, watching her retreating figure disappear into the crowd. He glanced at his tired assistant, who was organizing items on the shelves.
"What do you think will happen?" the shopkeeper asked to that man.
The assistant stopped what he was doing and slowly clasped his hands together in front of his chest. He closed his eyes in silent prayer, his lips moving soundlessly with words only God could hear.
The shopkeeper's eye twitched hard seeing his response, but he sighed and just shook his head in understanding. He got it. They were all waiting. All hoping. All praying for things to change.
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"Hey, landlord! This house breaks down every single day!" the tenant complained angrily, his frustration boiling over after months of issues. "I don't want to come here every day to complain! Why not you fix the damn house properly for us? We're paying you full money, but your house is a shit place to live in!"
"Huh! Shut up!" the landlord snapped back rudely, his face twisting with irritation. "I've done the best I can. If you have any problem, go live somewhere else! This is the best place with the best price you can live in here in the 3rd rock district. Stop complaining and adjust!"
TSK!!
"Humph! Coming here and making a scene, these filthy couples always a headache....And now the city situation also ..... TSK!!..... I have to go to them and join them otherwise a small owner like me would...GRRRR....So annoying!!!!" the landlord muttered angrily under his breath, then slammed his door shut in the tenant's face with enough force to rattle the frame.
The tenant stood there fuming for a moment, his hands clenched at his sides. Then he turned away angrily and walked back to his small, broken-down house. He saw his girlfriend waiting outside, looking sweaty, tired, and flushed from exertion.
"What happened to you?" he asked, his anger fading into concern when he took in her state.
"Hmm, let me tell you everything. Let's go inside first," his girlfriend said happily, grabbing his arm excitedly and pulling him toward their house with surprising energy. Despite her tired appearance, there was a brightness in her eyes that hadn't been there in weeks.
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"Sister.... Mother and Father went outside today," a young teenage boy said nervously to his twin sister, his voice shaking slightly. "You know what will happen when they come back right? What should we do? Do we have to call someone?"
His twin sister clenched her hands tightly, not saying anything. Her whole body was tense with fear, her face pale as death.
The twin brother sighed, seeing her state deteriorating. He gently patted her head, trying to comfort her with the tenderness she deserved. "I'll call someone. I'd rather become a villain to others than see you in his...…" His voice broke off, unable to finish the sentence that made his stomach turn. "Tsk!"
He turned to leave the room, but heard his sister's small, broken voice behind him.
"Brother, can't we tell Mother?" she asked, tears streaming down her face in endless rivers.
The brother sighed heavily, his own eyes burning with unshed tears that threatened to spill. "You know he will kill her if we tell her. It's best to remain silent."
He stretched out his long-sleeved shirt, making sure it covered all the bruises on his arms that told stories he couldn't speak. "Like we practiced, don't talk to her much, and always hide your body. Don't let her see our wounds."
The girl, also wearing a similar long-sleeved shirt despite the warm weather, stretched it out as well, making sure every mark was hidden from view. She nodded silently, fresh tears falling onto her trembling hands.
"But I miss Mother," she spoke in tired voice.
"I do too," the twin brother said, his voice thick with emotion that clogged his throat. He looked at a photo on the wall, a picture of them with their beautiful, kind mother from before everything went wrong. He clenched his hand tightly until his knuckles turned white with the pressure, then walked outside, leaving his twin sister sobbing alone in the room.
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"My hands are getting numb! I'm so tiredddd!!" Sio complained dramatically, though she never stopped going through the letters stacked before her. Her eyes went through a range of emotions as she read each one, anger, sadness, disbelief, fury all flashing across her face.
LURRR!! TYYRRR!! Lurvi and Tyra, helping carry more stacks of letters from the entrance, also complained loudly about the endless workload.
"Sigh… what have I been doing all these years?" Queen Mother slumped down in her chair as she read more and more letters, each one a painful revelation. "My own people have been suffering like this, and I didn't know. Did I do anything meaningful in these years? Anything at all?"
"There will always be suffering," Leader Remek spoke beside her, going through many letters in swift, professional motions, the heavy content weighing on his heart. "You did your best. Even God himself can't solve everyone's problems. But be happy, in your tenure, something good is going to happen now."
"Hmm, and it's all because of my handsome son," Queen Mother said, looking lovingly at Zack's back as he worked tirelessly through the letters without complaint.
"Boss, we're back!" Two women entered the room, Subordinate Woman and Rugged Woman. They sat down beside Zack on either side and immediately started helping him go through the letters with efficiency.
"Are they doing alright?" Zack asked, his eyes still on the letter in his hand.
"Yes, they're eating now and having fun," Rugged Woman replied softly, her voice warm with the memory. "Realizing their problems are getting solved, they're much more at ease. The relief on their faces… it was beautiful to see."
"Hmm, Yes, they're doing just fine," Subordinate Woman added, going through letters swiftly, her lack of formal education was not at all a problem for her. "Boss, you're really amazing. I'm starting to realize how much of a big shot you truly are. I'm sorry, boss, if I ever offended you in any way."
"Yes, you did offend him," Rugged Woman teased with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "When you went with me fully naked trying to seduce him at that time. Hehehe."
Hearing this, both Zack and Subordinate Woman's faces turned bright red instantly. The memory flashed vividly in their minds with perfect clarity, and the heat rose to their cheeks like wildfire. Seeing their reactions, even Rugged Woman's face flushed red as well, the color spreading down her neck.
Zack subconsciously felt his crotch tightening, the blood rushing south despite his best efforts to remain professional. He cleared his throat and spoke firmly, trying to regain his composure.
"Focus, girls. We can't make mistakes with people's lives here," Zack ordered, though his voice came out slightly strained with tension.
The ladies nodded obediently, but they couldn't help glancing nervously at Zack's body from time to time, sneaking quick looks when they thought he wasn't paying attention. They noticed how his muscles tensed as he worked, how his jaw clenched when reading particularly difficult letters, how his hands moved with purpose.
Zack, feeling their gazes like physical touches on his skin, lifted his hand and...
TAK TAK!
"Ow! Ow!" the girls yelped as he lightly smacked their heads in reprimand. But they giggled cutely and finally took things seriously again, returning to the work.
Zack looked around the room at everyone working so hard. His Mothers reading with tears in her eyes that she tried to hide, Leader Remek's professional dedication that never wavered, the girls who'd become his support system, Sio's dramatic but genuine care for the people, Lurvi and Tyra's steadfast support through everything.
He smiled seeing this unity, this shared purpose. But then his thoughts drifted to someone who wasn't there. Someone he missed desperately with an ache that never left.
Nat… I hope you can see this. Everyone is working so hard for this city. You're not alone in your goal of making this City a better place. You never were. Please, hear your heart, not the voices of others. I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I MISS YOU. And I will always, ALWAYS love you.
Zack sighed hard, the weight of his longing settling in his chest like a physical ache that made breathing difficult. He shook his head to clear it and forced himself to focus on the present work. These people needed him now. He wanted to go and hug her desperately but right now he couldn't, all he could do was trust her judgment.
Phhheewwwwwwww….
As he picked up the next letter, he made himself a silent promise:
"When this is done, I'll find you. I'll make you understand and I'll bring you home."
"NAT....... I LOVE YOU!!"
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Author Blabbering
Hmmm.....Another Big chapter...I did thought to break it down but I thought it would get boring to read same type of content in two parts so I just scheduled the whole chapter.
By the way don't you think my average words per chapter is increasing??? It looks like I have become a robot!!! I am fast, I am swift, I am talented I am the best of the best!
"But How many people read you story?"
"HUH GOD??!!! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME REMEMEBR!!!! EVEN IF THERE IS ONE READER.....I WILL LOVE THEM!!!! EVEN IF THEY HATE ME I LOVE THEM!!!!"
"Son...They are mostly males!!!!"
"I HATE THEMMMM!!!! I HATE THEMMMM!!!!!!!"
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