Jett Ever since I was young, I’ve realized life was a fragile, puny thing, a pathetic concept of the universe; to create brilliant minds and squish them into small bodies, fragments of a bigger cosmos. I learned from somewhere that humans only scratch the surface of the brilliance of their brains and there was a reason for that.However, as I grew older, the reason slipped out of my mind.I liked to think as I grew older and my care for the world slowly vanished, I started to use smaller and smaller portions of my brain. Despite this, I was still a lot smarter than the rest.My fascination for the universe vanished along with it as I learned the cruelty of this small planet. The people that walked the earth were so much more disgusting and barbaric than aliens.The first time I witnessed someone pull the trigger and the blood splattered on my face, my view of the world darkened.Of course, who else could ruin a child’s brightness and aspirations in life? Their father.My father was t
FallonThis was probably my hardest mission yet. My first failed mission.Being a good mother.My eyes never left my son’s unconscious body, his baggy under eyes and dry lips only the surface signs of his deep-rooted fatigue. The patient monitor beside him steadily beeped indicating his stable state, but I can’t be convinced otherwise. My son is in pain. My maternal instincts are telling me so. However, nobody knows what is causing him pain. It is only a matter of time before they do, before they come across the perfect diagnosis…but, will my son hold out til then?“He always wanted to go to school,” I muttered, my eyes still on Sebby, but I knew someone else in the room could hear me.“He can read, speak, and form coherent phrases, solve basic math, and identify a lot of objects. I knew he was different from other kids. But he’s only three…”My voice broke.“I’ve heard how difficult your labor was. I’m…sorry.”“Don’t be. It was my fault for not taking care of my body. He was born wea
[Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, abortion, and depression. Please skip if you feel uncomfortable.]Fallon“It’s been two days since he woke up.”I crossed my arms over my chest, watching Sebby’s sleeping form. His parched lips remained shut and his under-eye bags the darkest they’ve ever been; he’s not getting any better.From beside me, Matt continued, “Michael is worried at home. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore. Sebby…his condition isn’t looking good.”“I know.” My voice was barely audible.“The doctors are doing the best they can to figure out what’s happening to him. He’ll be better in no time. I’m sure.”“Jess…” he trailed off and sighed.“We knew this was not a common cold. And… we knew this was coming. He always had a weak immune system and sporadic breath shortages. Let’s tell the doctors, Jess.”I sharply turned to him, irritated. “Tell them what?”He softly stared at me, despite my narrowed eyes. He quietly answered.“Tell them… your attempt to abort Sebby. And you
FallonLife is full of surprises.I’ve just gotten comfortable with the thought of retirement and being a deserter, yet here comes a ghost of my past, as if slapping me harshly with a ‘bitch, you can’t escape this life’. It’s come back to haunt me with the overcast of justified murder and twisted morals seen upright by the government.“Fox,” I repeated in a hushed whisper, gripping the phone tightly. “Fox…it’s you?”[Y-yes, remember me?] he stuttered; hearing the change in my tone. [Hawk…it’s been so long. How are you doing?]“How did you reach me? I cut off all possible connections.”My hands dropped to the phone’s coil cord, twisting them anxiously with my fingers. The dim lamp by the lounge was the only lit light currently, and it helped console my foreboding anger. I could feel it. The rage I felt months ago, the pit of despair I fell into after realizing how poorly I’ve been treated.[Nevermind that Hawk, I want to know how you’re doing over there. It must be so cold, right? It’
FallonSebby was isolated for a few weeks and every day was difficult.I’d hear him coughing violently and crying for the pain, and my heart would ache. We were allowed to visit at limited times only and only if we wore proper gear; masks, hospital gowns, and gloves. I tried to understand their strict policies, because my son was, after all, not carrying any other illness. It was pneumonia. And it was contagious.During those hard times, Jett never left my side. And in those times together, we had small talks. About everything.I discovered he’s been seeing a therapist and getting therapy after getting diagnosed with PTSD. I also shared my clinically diagnosed illness, depression. He shared how he lived the past years—jumping from one country to another, slowly but surely shrugging the Interpol off his tracks and his constant temptations to turn to drug abuse during his darkest times. I could only imagine how heavy of a toll the events took on him.I felt relieved he was getting treat
During one Monday night, a man looked over the night city from his skyscraper penthouse’s balcony.New York was a little quieter.Los Angeles is so much more.Like the fire keeping it ablaze has been extinguished. The man should feel relieved; however, he cannot fully rest until he sees their corpses. The Rios mafia was a dangerous bunch until just recently. The world must think they’re safe from their schemes, but as long as the head is still alive, it can always find its way back to its body—or create a new one. He cannot fully feel relieved until he sees their corpses with his own eyes. After all, the only one that can compromise his position is him.“Mr. President,” called his secretary.“They’ve contacted the agent involved with the Rios siege, however, she refused to come back. Will we still proceed with the joint mission?”The man, allegedly the President, scoffed.“That arrogant bitch. Who does she think she is, refusing to come back? Kill her.”“…”He turned to his secretary
In his condo unit, a young man’s eyes remained glued to the screen as he surfed through the deep web. He clicked around the site for a while before finally landing on the aircraft black market.“Found you,” he muttered under his breath. He stared at the black private jet, the same model that was confiscated by the government from the Rios’ large hangar of planes. “What’s that?”Suddenly asked the woman from beside him. Her voluminous auburn curls bobbed up as she leaned closer to look at the monitor. Fox, surprised, turned the laptop away from her. The woman pouted.“I’m your girlfriend. Can’t I see what’s keeping you preoccupied?”“I-It’s work, babe,” he reasoned and moved away.“This will be done soon, promise.”The woman fell quiet, understanding how confidential his work should be. The ginger lady knows how dangerous the things he does are. So, she kept quiet and observed as Fox typed away. Honestly, she immediately recognized the dark web and saw him about to buy a jet worth mil
Warning: mature content.He returned to the hospital that morning, Fallon looking out the window with crossed arms and a troubled expression.“Sebastian’s asleep?” he asks. “The nurses should be checking up on him in…” He checked his watch. “34 minutes.”She nodded faintly. “He’s sound asleep in the other room.”“Great. He needs to rest,” he says and sneakily hugs her from behind. Fallon merely moves her hand and places it over his. He murmurs in her ear after sneaking a kiss, “You should rest too.” She didn’t answer. He hasn’t noticed yet, and kept raining her with light kisses. The heater inside the bedroom of the suite made the perfect temperature, Jett thought. However, it seemed like his wife was not in the mood.She spoke for the first time in a while.“I was doing some thinking,” she says. “I’m worried for Sebby’s safety.”He hummed muffledly, his mouth in the crook of her shoulder.She continued, “We’re hoping we’re the only targets, but they may know about Sebby. And they ca
“One hundred! One hundred going once…” The auctioneer’s voice echoed inside the art studio, but it was slowly zoning out from a young man’s ears as he stared intently at the painting getting auctioned. “Going twice… No more? And…sold! Item 34 sold to Number 456 for 100,000 dollars!”Sebastian never imagined himself in an auction, better yet coming home with a bought item. He smiled and sat through the rest anyway, keeping his number on his lap. He’ll only auction for that one painting since all he needs is the experience for their next big assignment.After the auction, he went to the cashier to pay for the item and he was guided backstage to claim it. He thanked the cashier curtly, maintaining as minimal eye contact as possible, and pulling his black fedora hat lower as he picked up his item.It was an original painting by an international artist. It was half his size and had a simple but deep drawing. Sebastian sighed and left the auditorium with the painting. This can be his birthd
In a quiet neighborhood by the north, where a recent historical moment took place, lived a small family of three. One was a diligent mother who works a daily 9-5 in an elementary school as a teacher, one was an elementary student son that’s most usually dubbed as a prodigy, while one was a seemingly simple yet mysterious father that works in a vulcanizing shop fixing and cleaning cars…but hides a dark past.These three people live quietly together, but one intrusive thought keeps one of them at night. Lylia lays awake and is almost always kept up at night by this one question: when will he pop the question?They’ve only been together for only over a year, but at the rate of things, they should reach another level in the relationship soon. So why is he taking so long?---One day during their routinely trips to the mall and department stores, Matt leaned on a wall outside as he waited for Lylia to finish shopping inside a female department store. Matt’s eyes caught sight of a petite wo
Warning: mature content.Enya, better known as Agent Leo, was a cheerful woman in one of the most dehumanizing jobs in the world. She’s heard she doesn’t fit in her job almost every day, but that doesn’t stop her from climbing the ranks and carrying out orders from the higher-ups. With her special unit, found family, she’s living inside her bubble of principle and a very private lifestyle.She’s been pretty satisfied with her life. Although, if there’s one thing she feels short of, it’s friends and acquaintances. She does not have the luxury to participate in social functions often, limiting her social life. Which meant, the people she knows are either from work or her relatives. Which also meant, she is deprived of one of the most elating privileges of an adult life—romance.Her life lacks romance.So she’s ended up with one of the most risky settings, she agreed in a friends with benefits arrangement. Now, she’s in a complicated estrangement with none other than her unit leader—Will
How far can you go for your dreams?How much are you willing to sacrifice?For Belle Alcazar, she can go as far as possible. She can sacrifice as much as she can. Growing up, the mestiza beauty was determined to fight for justice. But could she possibly sacrifice the love of her life, Aster Fernandez?While she was conflicted, Aster was sure to never let her go. The only things in life he values are the mafia and her. He cannot see a life without her. But she just had to choose to be a cop. And he just had to be a mafia member.When duty calls, will you answer at the cost of your love?---Belle was nine-year-old, swinging at their local park, when she saw a boy being pushed around by other kids.It was a wimpy kid circled around by tall, intimidating boys. They were pushing him around until he finally fell to the ground. It was almost an instinct for Belle to stand up and march towards them, witnessing such a blatant example of injustice. Her golden-brown locks bobbed as she purposef
Note:This is the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who made it to this point! It has been quite the journey ^^ It took us a few months and a lot (I mean a lot) of mental breakdowns and writer’s block. Nevertheless, it was fun to tell Jett and Fallon’s story. This book has a lot of errors, I’m sure, but I made it with full sincerity and honestly enjoyed the journey to the end. I will edit it if I’m allowed, but please bear with the errors for now. ^^Please do not be shy to drop your thoughts, sentiments, and/or feelings, that you wanted to express while reading in the comments. I will be happy to see you guys and interact with you (if it’s possible) in the replies. The chapters that will follow will be special chapters for our precious side characters. For now, please enjoy this chapter of Jett’s perspective.---She used to be a walking mystery. An enigma. Holding onto her was like holding onto a double-edged sword. When he first saw her, he never thought she would be the woman t
Warning: mature content.On a private island in Jett’s homeland in Madrid, lived a small family of three. It was a secluded island with only one mansion of marble and glass standing by the beach.From its lounge, a woman sat with crossed legs and a warm cup of coffee on her lap, watching the rising sun from the horizon of the sea. Her pin-straight black hair draped over her shoulders as her freshly returned bangs gently swayed over her forehead, inhaling the sweet morning dew. Her satin robe slipped and showed her smooth legs as she crossed her legs, letting the cold air seep into her nakedness under the robe. She paid it no mind and continued to appreciate the serenity the new dawn offered.Ah, this is the best retirement life she could’ve ever asked for, the woman thought.After years of constantly glancing over her shoulder, keeping her guard up, and longing for someone, finally, it’s all over. To live a life of languid and slow-living. To live without any reservations and … to ha
“…Therefore, the judge’s verdict shall be…”Warren Mongarde, who was once a mighty powerful man in a suit, looked as if he aged so much after a few weeks in trial. Cuffed and unshaved for days, he looked forlorn and misunderstood, to appeal to the jury.But it was all for naught when he heard it.“Guilty.”And the judge slammed his gavel decisively.Guilty. Such a small word for such a big thing.He knew his life would change drastically from here on out. It was inevitable. But for his age, he’d say he’s achieved enough. He’s already been the President of the US; is there anything more he can achieve to top that?So he laughed. He laughed loudly, his voice resonating in the court. All eyes were on him, but he continued to laugh. Their once dignified President now looked like a crazed serial killer who had just been sentenced to a life sentence.He doesn’t care anymore.Maybe, if he was given the chance to exact revenge…but he’s too old for that. He’s past his prime. He can’t even prop
FallonI was on the stairs of the jet when they pointed a gun at us. When I turned, I saw a Jaguar with a gun. Behind him were Leo, Rhino, and Panda. They all wore serious faces. I involuntarily gulped.From in front of the airport, I heard the cops’ sirens and sounds of shots being fired. Matt must be shooting them down as we speak.I put Sebby down and whispered, “Go inside.”“But Mama…”“Go.” I cut him off. “Mama will follow, I promise.”Sebby hesitantly entered the jet. Jett, who was also in the process of climbing, stared at Sebby with quiet reassurance. Once he was inside, I pulled out my gun. The pistol is in the hidden compartment with the silencer. I can’t believe my last use of this would be towards my colleagues. I roamed around the hangar and found one of its CCTVs.Jaguar found out what I was looking at and said, “It’ll only be hijacked for one minute more. We took too long.”“I see,” I said and locked eyes with all of them. My arm holding the gun was trembling. Everyone
FallonI watched Jett stagger backward and cough up blood.The man laughed, a mocking laughter. It irked me. Subconsciously, I was in the air and my feet connected to the side of Rhino’s head. My body twisted and delivered a clean flying kick to his head. It was over before I knew it, and the six-foot-tall giant was already clutching his head and groggy. I didn’t mean to attack one of them like that…but after I saw Jett and heard the man’s derisive laugh, I guess I lost it. “That’s all you got?”I heard a sneer from behind. Realizing what I’d done, I sent an apologetic gaze to Rhino who was still dazed and visibly disoriented. “Looks like you’ve lost your touch.”“Why don’t you come at me, then?”The man chuckled and walked toward us, provoked.“Fine.”I backed away, giving them space to fight. Jett was only barely taller than him, and the man was more buff. Jett was in his stance. The latter was standing upright, relaxed.I thought he’d go on the defense, but after Jett’s first pun