The Quest OF DESEO

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n and the trickle of blood with some fluid is smudged over the place. I grimaced in disgust at the sight of the frowning man.

s like he is chanting a mantra, is never satisfied no matter how hard one works, and is a pro at finding defects. But, he is ext

ppy chatter. No wonder Saturday is everyone's favourite. It has to be. It provides us

back cottage where his 'office for official purposes is. 'Be quick!' He nods and

hree years, I have been an orphan, a hobo, putting u

From The Sarp-Serpancy to Cape Comorin, I have come a long way, yet it feels strange every time someone addresses me with that.

on me. Had I been in the castle, I would have ordered that brat's execution in a snap. If only

f,

. She speaks 'Bush' in whispers, looking around to check if anyone is eavesdroppi

l charming, happy, and compassionate as she used to be three years back be

ing creature with a vagina. After all, he has go

e a few on

king as many babies as he can. The bald guy with a pouch for a tummy is already serving twen

explosion

the Delicacy's and not a single day has passed by since he

ity! The

could kill even a single one of them. I cannot. Not now. I don't want to be spotted. I would not do anythi

ing who would not report me right away, I look at

ongst the dogs. Has she already forgotten our days of hardship? Has she f

iving her a harsh look that makes h

rows in disappointment. Her composure changes and her shoulder fa

afford that much. Pages are extremely expensive in Cape Comorin, especially after the launch of those slee

ges alongside some stories that get published at weekly and help me ear

ies that still make it and they charge handsomely for the painful efforts. I, very obv

y to the back of the room, I am re

face of Luna Gracy-faithful companion of my nemesis. My hatred towards him is un

oon!' I

up to spot heavy gray clouds looming over the place. It is goi

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