Wicked God - S01 E75

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 75

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[Enigma House]

Castle sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, eyes on the screen and thumbs tapping fast as she typed replies to his chats.

He’s on his secret chat app again, asking for help from his buddies.

Castle: I need it, ASAP!

Reply 1: Just take nude pictures of yourself and give it to her on Oneshare! On the app, the messages you sent will only last one minute with the person you sent it to before it’ll wipe off. She won’t even be able to save it… just do it.

Castle: Y’all don’t understand. I don’t want to give this girl my nude even for a minute. Only my boyfriend deserves to see my nakedness.

Reply 2: Fine. So you want us to help us edit a fake nude that’s not yours? It’s only gonna have your face.

Castle: Exactly. Be fast.

Reply 3: give me few minutes.

Castle took a deep breath and stood from the bed, pacing the room slowly till his phone sounded again.

He checked.

The fake nude is ready with his face, and he immediately sent it over to Lovato’s number.

He left the room afterwards and descended to middle tier floor.

He received greetings from the junior Enigmas who’re going for their morning trainings, and he replied everyone with nods till he got to Kent’s room and opened the door.

Kent was typing his sneakers laces when Castle entered.

But he immediately stood from the bed, skeptical to a fault.

“I don’t remember inviting a motherfucker over.”

Castle smiled, hands behind him as he marched forward.

“You’re talking too much these days, Kent. I prefer the quiet boy you were a week ago…”

“No you won’t be getting that version anymore.” Kent sneered. “I’m back to being myself, and—”

“And while you’re back to being yourself, remember to watch the way you talk and how much you talk…” Castle stopped in front of him, peering through his glasses. “If you say what you shouldn’t say, even your secret identity won’t save you.”

“You’re not the reason I’ve been keeping quiet about what I saw,” Kent muttered. “And you know it. You’re like an ant to me, Sen—”

He stopped and chuckled.

“Scratch Senior. To hell with Senior. …” He stepped closer. “Castle…stay away from me in this house. I have other things to do in this team than sing your secret around like a fucking bell!”

He walked past Castle, storming out of the room like flash.

Castle let out a breath.

“I knew he wouldn’t stay quiet for long.” He clicked his tongue with gritted jaws. “Who should I take out first. Him, or Blade the loverboy?”

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Svetlana literally ran into the team kitchen with hopes of eating the leftover from the chicken wings she made with Bishop last night.

But opening the pot, there was none left. She blinked confusedly, then looked up at the name.

SVETLANA was written boldly there, meaning it’s her pot.

There are more than hundred gas cookers here for the use of everybody, and adequate cooking utensils, so Enigmas cook their meals if they don’t want to buy food.

If you have leftovers, paste your name on the pot so anyone else won’t touch it. That’s the sacred rule.

“Who was bold enough to take my leftover chicken wings!!” Svetlana yelled at the top of her voice.

Her voice echoed in the kitchen.
No one answered.

“Who did this??!!”

“Someone took your leftovers?” Blade entered the kitchen freely.

“Blade!” She faced him. “Tell me you didn’t take my…

“I didn’t!” Blade raised his hands.

“What’s up?” Bishop entered.

“Shy prince!” She scrunched her nose, pointing at the empty pot.

“Wait…” He came closer. “Where is our leftovers?”

“Exactly!” She shouted. “Where is the leftovers of I and Shy prince!!”

“Are you planning to deafen everyone cos of your leftovers?” Lovato strolled into the kitchen, looking like she just woke up.

Svetlana dropped the pot and walked over to her. “Tell me you didn’t take my leftovers, Lovato?”

Lovato opened the unplugged freezer, took a bottle of warm water, and drank before scoffing.

“So what it I ate it?”

“You did?” Svetlana blinked.

“You see you’re very funny.” Lovato laughed. “Bishop made chicken wings for you, and you’re happy? Let me guess, he made warm milk too? Well, he made both for me too, and that just tells you how he’s still not over me. But poor him, I don’t do orphans who bear crusty names like Bishop.”

Behind, bishop’s breaths caught.

“That’s so unnecessary, Lovato!” Blade cautioned.

“No…it’s not!” Lovato blinked. “And don’t talk when I talk. Y’all have decided to act mad at me, so take my madness too. I ate the chicken wings, and there’s nothing you can do!”

Her phone blinked in her palm, and she diverted to check.

It’s the nudes from Castle.

“Oh…my…. God!!!” She screamed crazily, jumping.

But she could only jump.

She couldn’t land.

Svetlana set a leg for her, and she tripped over it, falling.

Her phone broke, and she spranged back up immediately, screaming…

“Whore!!!!” She ran over to Svetlana, and they grabbed each other.

A really heated fight started in the kitchen, both girls throwing each other over plates and spoons and forks and pots. Cookers fell and broken and glasswares shattered.

The kitchen became full of Enigmas who ran in to watch.

Bishop and Blade’s eyes were wide. Lost on what to do.

“You or Princess Charlotte of Britain, I don’t know who I hate most!!!” Svetlana yelled as she threw Lovato’s head to the kitchen island.

“Don’t ever talk down on Princess Charlotte!! You’ll never be where she is you wench!!” Lovato shoved Svetlana’s shoulder to a cooker.

“You have no idea who I am you buttlicker!!” Svetlana yelled. “And how dare you call Bishop an orphan? Right in front of you, I’ll make him a prince and you’ll come begging him on your knees!!!”

“In your dreams bitch!!!” Lovato kneeled her on the stomach.

Castle and Kent entered the kitchen too, meeting the ongoing chaos.

Kent leaned on the door, wondering how he even became besties with Lovato in the first place.

Was he mad?

“Enough!” Castle orderd.

Bishop quickly entered the fight and pulled Svetlana away.

She was still trying to get back at Lovato, but he pulled again.

“Louisa!”

She looked back, seeing the desperately cautioning look on his serious face.

She calmed, breathing hard.

“Lovato ate my leftovers!”

“Is that so?” Castle asked.

“Right,” Bishop and Blade chorused.

“You’ll clean up this kitchen today, Lovato. The cleaners will leave it for you to do,” Castle slowly said.

“What!” Lovato gulped.

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[Dread House]

The so-called parents were really waiting in front of the house when Skylar emerged in her oversized fur jacket and the cap.

She had her hands tucked in the pockets as she advanced.

The parents smiled up at her from the nearly silent park.

Thankfully, nearly everyone is in morning trainings right now.

The mother hugged Skylar warmly, adjusting her jacket for her.

“Thankfully, Ma told me you liked fur caps and jackets, so I got them in abundance..” she revealed the really big bag they came with.

A Dread Army came to take it inside.

“You could have called me,” Skylar said. “I’d have come to take it.”

“We heard you’re preparing for the second tournament, and we didn’t want to stress you,” the father said.

“Didn’t want to stress me?” Skylar frowned. “On a career I didn’t choose for myself? I was taken here since I was young, are you both even serious? Where is the justice you promised to get for me!?”

“Here!” The father quickly revealed a high court summon that has no signature yet. “We just obtained it this morning. We’ll get it signed before dusk, and Satan will be nabbed as soon as possible!”

Skylar took the paper, staring at it like her eyes would put a signature.

“We came prepared, daughter.” The mother tried touching her face.

Skylar drew away.

“Heyy!” Rosita appeared, jumping down from the balcony. “Who are they? Care to introduce me?”

Skylar stayed silent.

“We’re Skylar’s parents.” The father smiled sheepishly.

“Wait…” Rosita gasped. “For real?”

“Are you our baby’s friend?” The mother smiled too.

“Yes!” Rosita gasped. “Rosita! I’m a big fan of her and an aspiring friend!”

“You’re too obvious.” Skylar sighed. “I have to return to my husband’s house soon, so I won’t stay with you for long.” She looked at the parents.

“We understand..” they nodded.

Skylar frowned again.

Understand? From her parents after they heard she’s married?

She turned around and entered the house immediately, not looking back.

“Baddie!” Rosita rushed after her. “Why the fûck are you so cold to them if they’re your parents?!”

“Can you not talk to me?” Skylar kept walking briskly.

Rosita nodded.

“Fine. You don’t wanna talk about it. I respect your decision…”

Skylar stopped at the middle tier staircase, facing her wordlessly.

“But hey!” Rosita noticed. “You have rapid hair growth! When did you cut your hair and it’s already growing past your face again?”

Skylar moved upstairs.

“Sky!” Rosita rushed after her again. “Fine! I won’t talk about your hair too!” She shouted.

They both got to Quincy’s room door at the same time.

Skylar was about to push the door open when she heard sounds.

Sexual sounds.

Moans..

And the owner of those moans is unmistakably Renee.

“Why the fûck is Renee moaning in her brother’s room?” Rosita said.

Skylar pushed the door open, and to their surprise, they met Renee in bed, almost naked. She pulled the duvet over herself immediately.

“Renee Adams?” Rosita blinked. “Why are you naked on your bro’s bed?”

“Cos I washed my own bedspread and it felt incomplete touching myself on my uncovered bed, so I came here to touch myself on his bed since my brother wasn’t around,” Renee explained breathlessly.

“That’s some new fucking stuff right there,” Skylar scoffed.

“Very new,” Rosita added.

“Yeah..” Renee smiled awkwardly.

Meanwhile, Quincy is under the bed. He actually hid there when they heard the door opening.

He was sweating, with a wet condom around his dick.

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[Jethro’s House]

When Skylar got back to the house at 2pm, it was like a pre-party.

The moment she opened the door and stepped inside, different departments lined up.

The styling ladies bearing hangers of different expensive dresses.

Ladies carrying racks containing varieties of shoes.

Another set of ladies carrying so many brands of purses.

Earrings. Necklaces. Bangles. Anklets. Hair extensions. Brand makeup boxes. And perfumes.

“Happy 24th birthday in advance, Mrs. Ortega! Tommorow is your day, and today, you get to choose from what Mr. Jethro prepared!” They chorused with sweet smiles.

Smiles that pissed Skylar off.

Seriously? Is this supposed to make her feel special and new?

She wanted to laugh and then force hot potatoes down the throats of all these attendants, but then…

Tommorow is the game.

She has to play along.

So…she moved forward, wanting to start picking…

“Skylar!” Bellatrix rushed out, taking her arm tightly. “I already asked for my dad’s permission to let you go with me to the Departmental Store to pick something up!”

Skylar looked at the happy-go-lucky Cinderella and said nothing.

Then… Bellatrix looked around, gasping. “My dad prepared all of these? I’m sure you like them since they’re all in your taste! I’ve prepared the largest birthday gift for you tommorow, you’ll love it too!”

Skylar resisted the urge to shout at her and just nodded.

“Let’s go! The Departmental Store!” Bellatrix led the way.

Skylar followed, but by the door, she looked back and saw him.

El Crow.

He stood beside the house cellar, hands pocketed and arm leaning on the cellar wood as he stared.

At her.

Their eyes stayed still for few seconds before the staffs opened the door for her and Bellatrix.

They stepped out.

El Crow dialled a number brought his phone to his ear, eyes devious.

“Prepare something for me…”

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