Prince Nicholas' castle, the Château de Rochefort, nestled in the serene commune of Rochefort-en-Yvelines, lay in the heart of the Île-de-France region, a mere 47 kilometers southwest of Paris.Today, eight Sherpa Lights – a fleet of 4x4 tactical and light armored vehicles crafted by the renowned French company, Renault Trucks Defense – rumbled out of the castle gates in urgent haste. Their engines roared, cutting through the tranquility of the countryside. If they maintained a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, Paris would be within their reach in under an hour."We'll arrive in an hour; keep the speed," commanded the leader, his voice firm and resolute.Approximately 30 minutes into their journey, the serene forest-lined road transformed into a sudden battleground. Without warning, an RPG missile tore through the air, its lethal trajectory ending in a fiery explosion against one of their trucks. The vehicle was launched skyward, spinning chaotically before crashing back to earth with
Nadine, sipping her red wine, chimed in with a mix of bitterness and nostalgia. "This man," she gestured towards me with a sexy pose, "is the only one I've ever been intimate with. I sold my body to him, time by time. I already lost count of how many times he hurt this body. After years together and giving him my all, he left me for a new girl.""Stop it, Nadine," I quickly countered before everyone started having their nasty, dirty thoughts. "I never bought your body; I only bought your blood every two months because you are a virgin. And yes, after meeting Aurora, I left The Cosa Nostra Company. Alex understood and rewarded my dedication with a once-used black card. I left the company on good terms.""Yet!" Nadine's anger was palpable. "You wasted your entire life savings, that black card, on a penthouse for a week! That's like killing a mouse with a nuke. You could have sold the card easily for $50 million on the black market. Many people are dying to get it. You can even get $100
Prince Nicholas’s POV"Why can't anything ever go right?" I shouted at my butler, engulfed in a torrent of anger. In a fit of rage, I hurled my wooden chair against the wall, creating a thunderous crash as it broke through and splintered into fragments. My room was a scene of chaos, marked by the demolished wall and the debris of items I had thrown in my fury. Now, devoid of anything else to channel my tumultuous emotions into, I stared at the shattered remains of the table that lay in pieces before me."Young Master, our lawyers should have our personnel released within 30 minutes. It was a simple misunderstanding by the local police. As an apology, they're also working on locating our stolen vehicle. Regarding the transportation of our 50 personnel, shall I arrange for our remaining vehicles to pick them up?" My butler inquired, a note of caution in his voice. He was gauging my emotions carefully to ensure he wouldn't incur my rage.“Just fucking tell them to run here! Why should we
Alex’s POVMy vehicle led the convoy of 14 Sherpa lights, its headlights piercing the darkness as we approached the Prince Nicholas Outer Gate. The crisp air was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the royal guard's surveillance.As we halted, the driver rolled down his window, a cautious movement under the watchful eyes of the guards. Beside me, Jean mirrored the action, leaning towards the guard with an urgency in his voice. "Matthew, it's me, Jean. We've recovered the stolen sherpa lights. I've brought the leader of the thieves to meet the Prince," he announced, his voice a blend of fatigue and triumph.Matthew's laugh cut through the air, a harsh, jarring sound. He glanced at me, sandwiched between Jean and Pierre, and without warning, struck me across the face with the butt of his machine gun. "How dare you steal from us," he spat, his eyes flashing with anger.I reeled from the impact, tasting blood in my mouth. Jean, his face a mask of panic, hasti
3rd POVInside the grand halls of a castle, reminiscent of Germany's Neuschwanstein Castle, King Richard sat in his study, immersed in ancient texts. The serene silence was shattered by the ringing of his smartphone, a jarring intrusion in the medieval setting. With a sigh of resignation, he answered, expecting yet another trivial matter."What do you want, Son?" he asked, his voice echoing slightly in the room. The video call revealed a startling scene: his son, Prince Nicholas, bound to a chair with iron chains, a menacing figure standing beside him."Greetings, King Richard," the stranger greeted with a sardonic smile, waving casually. "I'm Alex. Don't bother remembering my face; this is just a disposable human mask."King Richard's eyes narrowed, a mix of anger and concern flickering across his face. "What are you doing with my son?""Nothing," Alex replied with a playful tilt of his head. "The real question is what your son has done to me. He kidnapped my destined Luna. Even afte
"Remember, in a time of overwhelming complexity, there comes a point when invoking Xander's name thrice is all it takes for him to appear and unravel the tangled knots of any problem." Xander, with a dramatic flourish, spreads his arms wide, like a saint cast out from the heavens, his expression a mix of defiance and grace."What do you intend to do?" I inquired, my voice tinged with curiosity, occasionally unable to contain my amusement at his comical foolishness."Stop your overthinking, big-headed girl. I'll whisk them away for a bachelor party. We'll have a night with strippers, leaving you behind," Xander declared, his laughter ringing with a hint of mischief. "You should revel in the company of these girls. Right from the start, I never quite fit in here. I'll rush to them, embrace them passionately, and then... I'll make a grand, self-destructive gesture, all for the sake of ensuring you have a blissful travel experience in Paris.""Please, don't do that, Xander," I pleaded, my
"Bang!" Selena attacked a man with the nearest chair she could get, her laughter ringing through the air. The man fell with the broken bone and broken chair. Bianca, with equal fervor, snatched a handful of steak knives from the table, flinging them at the startled attackers. The knife stabbed into the attacker's muscle, ripping it.Although all of us were still inside Le Jules Verne, I, Aurora, along with Xanders, were immersed in a different world. We sat ensconced in the romantic ambiance of our candlelit dinner, the stunning backdrop of Paris's night skyline unfolding behind us.The orchestra, an ensemble of eight, played on undeterred, their rendition of Johann Pachelbel's "Canon in D" weaving through the air, filling the room with harmony amidst the action. Bottles and glasses were flying through the air. Even the table, along with its tablecloth, napkins, flowers, vase, and all its contents, was propelled in the direction near our side, but it did not reach us. This just added
"Adjutant! What happened here?" exclaimed a man, arriving with a contingent of ten. His voice echoed with authority and urgency."Vice General, they refuse to yield their space. They've finished dining yet linger without cause. They're deliberately looking for trouble with us. Please, assist me in expelling them," pleaded the adjutant, his face marred by blood and desperation. "They may be enemies in disguise."The Vice General, stern and resolute, commanded, "Everyone, advance and remove them."Yet, Bianca interjected firmly, "Not so fast." She seized the arm of a man attempting to enter, her grip firm and unyielding as she threw the man to the back. With more individuals attempting to breach the entrance, the conflict inevitably spilled into the interior of Le Jules Verne.Amidst the chaos, Selena, her eyes alight with wild, frantic glee, shrieked, "If you dare to eject us, I'll wreak havoc!" She began to hurl tables and miscellaneous objects with reckless abandon, her laughter pier