Jasper Quirk

"We need to get going," one said in a low growl as he came up beside me. "Not playing with some toy at the bath house. There's plenty of things to play with at the party."
"I don't know," the other one responded loud enough for everyone to hear. "This toy is nice to look at."
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Vasilia came from humble origins, and she craved to be more in life, what she never expected was, to climb so high, taken by four powerful and corrupted sinners.
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I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Perhaps I was finally losing my mind or maybe the heat was just getting to me. Crazy or not though, it didn’t matter. These men were nobles, powerful men with pull and sway. Getting close to them was my potential foot in the door to the life of the rich and the powerful.
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The 4 Faces of Corruption is the work of Jasper Quirk, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The 4 Faces of Corruption

The three idiots filed into the main sitting area where I'd slept, seeming more awake and chipper than necessary. I wished a plague of locusts on the lot of them.


"Sleep well?" Atlas asked with a smug smirk.


"I want her out of my bed," I snapped immediately. Then, I groaned and covered my face with one of the soft pillows from the couch. It was too early to already be so cross.


Deimos helped himself to the wine on the table beside me and gulped down an entire glass before pouring another and sitting on the lounge beside me. "She’s awake but sorry friend, she'll be there until she's healed." Normally, Deimos called me "brother" and it wasn't lost on me that I'd now been ranked downward to "friend".


"She should see a medical doctor," I tried to make him see reason.


Chapter 11: She’s Worth This?