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Once reaching Hawaii, Julian needs to establish the lay of the land, se how his fathers business is conducted, see what he can do to improve or start out on his own and drive dear old daddy out of business…And bring his brother into the fold….

I once met a Jax while jogging who had a similar craftsman house and he invited me inside, and then I woke up…..all…stic 🤔 ky get your minds out of the gutter boys….hot and bothered 🤔 And what will Hayden do in the dorm room?

No we don’t, please educate the woefully ignorant masses

Worming? What an eclectic cast of characters, this is gonna be great fun!

Julian’s grandmother has provided the seed money and if careful an empire can be born. And where will Sam fit in to all of this?

Poor Jessica, Sakis as a sex education teacher…

I think Richard will find his inner rebel and Mr Jane hasn’t a clue as to what’s coming…

Just another lovely chapter, loving the pace and developments

Thank you for this….loved it! Simply classic!! Beside him, Lucas stepped into the light, wearing the stolen, oversized white lab coat, his hair a disaster of dirt, leaves, and static electricity, offering his mother a weak, highly apologetic grin. "Hey, Mom," Lucas chirped nervously. "So, funny story about the Jamboree. With troop 442 returning hopefully somewhere in all the madness, Declan gets laid….

My story has words with more than three syllables…..

Kinda like what’s his name that gave Hugo the watch….

There are many threads for an author to persue here, hint...hint...hint...and possibly more chapters with Thokk and Henry...just sayin..

And we all know that not every spoiled little rich boy has extreme lengths, more often than not, they are belonging to the un-endowed club... As to the fast cars belonging to Bastien's circle, every prince and king had a retinue of Knights and their gallant steeds...

Renn engenders no sympathy from me; he made his bed...

You say that now......

Coming back to this a bit late, chores are taking some time; they are growing exponentially., and just for you @Summerabbacat, signs of an early fall are everywhere.... Common sense isn't a lost art here in the States, it is simply drowned out by the salacious, the insane, and the loud, strident voices of victimhood...as an example, our sleepy little town as a tiny Dunkin' Donuts drive-through that became the center of attention as a result of a posting on, Myface, Spacefave, or Yourassbook....what ever it is called these days. A person of indeterminate age was the only car in line at the window waiting for her order when management asked her to move her car up; something about her radio program/music was upsetting the customers inside. Well, she proved her lineage and direct connection to the tribe of stupids, you know the ones who wear those bright red baseball hats that proudly confirm tribal membership with the Morons Are Goberning America. The misspelling is deliberate...don't want to get in trouble, ya know!. An entire afternoon was devoted to asking the person of indeterminate age how that particular offence compared to high gas prices or the cost of groceries, to name a few. We haven't heard back from her since.... Football season is nearly upon us, there will be other things to be ticked off about shortly....just sayin....

Interesting thought, much to think about with this, the possibilities are endless....

Very enjoyable, and now someone should turn the tables on Smith....

I am surprised Felix didn't suffer from Spontaneous Combustion.... Although the scientific support for spontaneous human combustion was weaker than Dickens stated, it was a widely discussed phenomenon in his time.

Not so much a cliffhanger, but a wait-and-see hanger....

Renn is suffering his just deserts, sadly only to come to the realization that he was used, that the god he thought would protect him isn't answering his prayers as of yet. I can't remember in what chapter did the knife do its work. How Zal nd Ragart escape after killing, I hope, the faceless should be interesting, and Renn bleeds out on the dyeworks floor... So fitting... How would it happen? What kind of magic would it require? And nothing to guarantee it except trust in Wryyt's treacherous promises. Thinking about it tore at his heart. Mutilated... only half a man. Not a man at all. With a single slash of a knife, his entire identity had been taken from him.