"Awww my husband is such a cutie!!!" A woman squealed her voice full of love and affection.
"Ugh, I'm not cute. I'm a respectable man" a man groaned muttering under his breath.
"Ara~ a respectable man? You wasn't so respectful last night, darling~" another woman said her voice dripping with subduction, but underneath a deep obsession could be heard.
"C-come on, don't tease him hubby like that" Another woman said her tone timid yet firm as she defended her hubby.
"Sigh~ give my beloved some space~ your going to overwhelm him~ come here baby mommy with look after you~" another woman said her voice melodic, soft and enchanting he voice was calmer yet no less intense. Her love and devotion unbidden and unfathomably deep.
Hearing the fourth woman, the other three snapped their head towards her, their eyes narrowing dangerously before shouting in sync.
"NO HES MINE!!!"
The man took a weary sigh before finally speaking "alright, alright. I'm all of yours so calm down" his tone was soft and full of love as he began calming the women down.
As he calmed them down the man thought back to the past. A time where he was nothing and had nobody to love and nobody to love him. He glanced at them realizing to some he might have too much love now. But to him there was never enough love.
"Life sure is strange…" he muttered quietly yet each of the women heard him clearly.
"What was that Husband?"
"What was that Darling~?"
"W-what was that Hubby?"
"What was that my beloved?"
They all asked in sync despite hearing him clearly.
The man smiled before answering "I was just thinking about how much I love my wives"
The women's faces beamed, radiant smiles forming in their faces.
"WE LOVE YOU TOO" X4
The man smirked as he though;
'Life with four beautiful wives sure is peak'
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Rain hit the window in a soft rythm as lightning struck through the cloud's brightening the sky up in an eerie splendor. Noah watched as the sky darkened his face neutral in his hand was a glass of burbon in the other he held black pistol his finger hovering over the trigger.
Slowly Noah took a shot of burbon letting the burn sit in the back of his throat finally he let out a deep sigh. He had been sat here for nearly two hours, thinking back to the past.
Noah's full name was 'Noah Voss' he was nineteen and the heir to a billion dollar conglomerate. Despite that, in high society Noah held no respect or authority.
All thanks to his parents. Despite being their firstborn in their eye's he was nothing but an eyesore, a stain on their perfect reputation.
Thats why they dotted so hard on his little brother 'Drake Voss' he was younger being only seventeen, despite that he was widely know as the Voss family golden child.
Everyone knew why, in the earth of today intelligent and money didn't always dictate a person's worth. No, in today's society 'power' dictates how far a person can go. And Noah had no power. Drake on the other hand, he had an abundance of it.
At fifteen on his awakening day, Drake had not only awakened an SSS ranked ability but he had also been chosen by a 'god'. Nobody knows which one. Drake had chosen not too share. Which only added to his reputation.
People love mystery afterall.
Tch.
"And here I am. Sitting alone, again. Haa what did I do to deserve this" he muttered his voice slurring slightly a bitter taste in his mouth. And not from the alcohol.
Despite the luxury penthouse Noah was sat in he didn't have much. The only reason he had this was thanks to his brother. And even then it had been given in a way to send a message.
As if to say 'ha! Look here, I'll bless you with some pocket change'.
Which to be fair, was pocket change to them. Once he had been given it, they had publicly announced that he was being disowned. And with that Noah's nineteen years of trying and failing came to an embarrassing end.
Discarded like nothing.
Except Noah found this more of a blessing.
He could finally escape that toxic family.
Except something weighed on Noah's mind.
Not the family.
Not the reputation.
Not his pride or anything stupid like that.
No, what hurt Noah the most was the loss of money.
"M-my damn MONEY!!!" He shouted throwing his glass at the wall. It shattered scattering across the floor. He stood up a look of drunken anger morphing his face.
"T-those damn bastard's, kicking me out only to take my money!! I worked hard for that, fucking pricks" he walked over towards the desk stumbling slightly mumbling under his breath.
Once there he clumsily opened the draw rustling around until his hand stopped pulling out a small box around the size of his hand, on top of it read [True American Bullet's].
Still disoriented Noah pried the box open putting it on the desk, next to the gun. Previously he had been too scared to actual load the gun. But it seemed his drunken mind had lost any sense of urgency or fear.
Next Noah began loading his pistol. hands shaking, his breath uneven and his eyes hazy. Sometimes he'd miss and the bullet would fall to the floor. He ignored it taking another one before Continuing.
After around ten minutes Noah still hadn't calmed down and he finally loading his gun, a crazed smiled forming on his face. Finally ready he walked back over to the large window and stood close looking over NYC like a god would mortal's. Except he was no god.
Ha.
Noah let out a self loathing chuckle, tears streaming down his face, eighteen years of oppressed emotion's tumbling out all together.
"D-damit, I-if only I hadn't been so desperate for love and affection. Ah what does it matter anyway's" he mumbled his resolve steeling. Slowly he lifted the gun up to his head, the barrel pressed against his temple.
He shivered slightly feeling the cold metal on his skin, he gritted his teeth forcing the fear away, his finger curled around the trigger, trembling slightly, he took a deep breath. His last breath.
"Damn bastard's" he mutter-
BANG!!!
Noah's body slumped to the floor his eye's wide his emotions evident. Fear bordering on dread. Anger. Sadness. And finally an emotion that surfaced last. Regret.
It seemed in Noah's last moments in life, in that millisecond between the bullet and his skill, Noah realized perhaps he didn't want to die. Perhaps his anger and frustration had taken his actions too far.
But he was dead now. His anger, sadness, frustration and regret was useless now. Gone with wind. After all what is emotion's if you can't even feel and experience them? They are Nothing. Useless.
And now that he was dead. They'd stay that way. Unchanged for eternity.
Or perhaps maybe someone will inherit his emotions. Taking on his burden. Perhaps even fixing them putting them to rest. Who know's, I sure don't.
And with that in this cold silent room, a soft clique 'ding' rang out signaling the end and a new beginning.
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[Enjoy~] [Peace out ✌️]
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