I really need to rush this. It's been a long time since I added a chapter, so I'll be mass updating as much as possible/
Alek woke up when she felt an imminent danger approaching them. Her heart was pounding as if it wanted to explode out of her chest. Whispers. “Are you sure they live here? It’s obviously a creepy, old house,” one of the thug subordinates commented. The old man stared at him for an extended period of time and warned him without uttering a single sound,“ If I were you, I’d shut up.” The bald man observed the old man’s careful countenance. The old man saw a small entrance behind the thick bushes and peeked at it. He pointed at the gigantic metal fence and gestured with his arms crossing against the other. Then he pointed at the bushes and crawled in there. Gasps of amazements echoed, but it was not that loud to the point that the people inside could hear it, They were still moving stealthily. The bald man raised his fist and all of them shut up. He had no idea why the old man stayed silent throughout the journey. But trusting someone who had plenty of encounters with their sub
“Ms. Cider, to what do I owe the pleasure?”An alluring woman with an old-fashioned smoking pipe welcomed Alek with a laid-back smile.“Madam R, greetings,” Alek replied as she held Madam R’s hands and kissed the ring. “Is everyone here?”“You’ve appeared after eight months, but we might not be able to chat over tea anytime soon, right?” Madam R did not let Alek answer her and snap her smoke pipe into half.“Everyone, we have a guest today.” She browsed everyone’s faces marking her dominance to the group of lavishly dressed people.Madam R slightly brushed Alek’s back, then slowly walked away and sat on the pool t
At four in the morning at the gates of Erius University.Alek arrived and saw Jessi waiting on a blue audi. She was wearing shades with a brown hue while snacking on some protein bars. “Madam R really cares about you, huh. You sure can run with these large bags of supplies?” Jessi pointed at the back side of the car, the window was rolled up so Alek could not see what was inside the car. Her sickness could only detect living organisms or things that had a certain temperature.“You can sit in the shotgun. I’ll be driving you to that place.”Alek took a seat and fastened her seat belt. “Will someone be meeting me there?” “Hm?”Jessi tilted her head with confusion. “No.”“Didn’t you say you scheduled someone to go there at 4 AM?”Jessi burst out laughing. The car suddenly sped up the moment Jessi became serious once again. “Are you that silly, girl?”“Ahh. You tricked me.” Alek sighed as she stared out of the window. “Not really. I want to ask you something. And I have the confidence t
District 11, Yolo City. A woman clad in black attire merged into the night. She leisurely sat on the balcony near the living room, listening to the conversation of the house owner and guests. Surprisingly, none of the people noticed her. They passed by her and even looked up, trying to peek at what the guests were up to. The woman was up there, blatantly eyeing them prying into someone else's business. Most of the neighborhood was like that. Rumors kept their butts on fire; they couldn't even sit still. Inside the living room, a couple sat on the broken sofa. The sofa was covered with yellow satin, veiling the hole underneath. They felt uncomfortable but instead of complaining, they urged the lady host to state their intentions right away.
The Criminal Regiment’s branch in Region N hid in the deepest of the slums of Yolo City. They established a gambling house to conceal their temporary base. Most of their customers were people from the slums. The CR’s trick the hopeless customers into getting into debt with them. Eventually, when one had nothing to pay, they would hire him or her into doing something for them. That was how their roots had taken. Custard, the temporary leader, has been enjoying the position of the leader. In a few days, their leader would be promoted to be a Rank 3 Commander. If that happened, he would successfully gain the title he has longed for. The same as the normal days, he was sitting there with his legs wide open. He leaned on the chair as he fi
“Little lady!” “Alek!” Alek Cider looked at them confusedly. Their blood suddenly boiled with excitement. She scrutinized them from head to toe. Quinn awkwardly covered his bottoms with a book. He felt like the little lady was taking off his clothes from his eyes. He still couldn’t get used to it. The little lady told him that he couldn’t clearly see his whole humanity. “It was vague.” That's what she said, but still! Vague revealed that she still could see him in and out! Quinn peeked at Toro who was daringly exposing his body to the little lady. He frowned and smacked his peanuts with a book.
‘Well, I can also be Miss Elle Thion, but it’s rude to use the deceased name in vain.’ Alek Cider glanced at her older brother T**o who happened to be watching her too. T**o’s eyes glinted mischievously, indirectly hinting Alek to introduce as one of the Nine Immortal Survivors. Quinn Sohal happened to be one of the Nine Immortal Survivors who helped the whole world regain the knowledge of their ancestors. He was the most popular survivor known either from the West Continents or East Continents. He had authored more than a thousand books since almost a century ago. Given that he wrote an average of 17 to 18 books in a year. Those books mostly consist of a few pages unlike the books from this time when most were filled with explanations about
A group of students huddled together with a book and papers at the middle. Each of them held a pen in different ink colors. They were talking seriously as if what they were discussing was something critical. For students, it was something critical to them. They would have another exam after the major examination that happened last week. Teachers made an excuse such as orienting their students about the 1st Term individual evaluation or class rating evaluation. [Note: Critical but easy as a piece of cake] Shameful may it be to use the run-around answer students often used; they could only use it to shut up the students. They won’t be able to know or guess the real answer from them anyway. That was the reason why “almost” all students were studying so hard that they didn’t care anymore even if they go bald. This time was the only time they really studied hard and would do everything for a classmate that was behind the class to catch u
At four in the morning at the gates of Erius University.Alek arrived and saw Jessi waiting on a blue audi. She was wearing shades with a brown hue while snacking on some protein bars. “Madam R really cares about you, huh. You sure can run with these large bags of supplies?” Jessi pointed at the back side of the car, the window was rolled up so Alek could not see what was inside the car. Her sickness could only detect living organisms or things that had a certain temperature.“You can sit in the shotgun. I’ll be driving you to that place.”Alek took a seat and fastened her seat belt. “Will someone be meeting me there?” “Hm?”Jessi tilted her head with confusion. “No.”“Didn’t you say you scheduled someone to go there at 4 AM?”Jessi burst out laughing. The car suddenly sped up the moment Jessi became serious once again. “Are you that silly, girl?”“Ahh. You tricked me.” Alek sighed as she stared out of the window. “Not really. I want to ask you something. And I have the confidence t
“Ms. Cider, to what do I owe the pleasure?”An alluring woman with an old-fashioned smoking pipe welcomed Alek with a laid-back smile.“Madam R, greetings,” Alek replied as she held Madam R’s hands and kissed the ring. “Is everyone here?”“You’ve appeared after eight months, but we might not be able to chat over tea anytime soon, right?” Madam R did not let Alek answer her and snap her smoke pipe into half.“Everyone, we have a guest today.” She browsed everyone’s faces marking her dominance to the group of lavishly dressed people.Madam R slightly brushed Alek’s back, then slowly walked away and sat on the pool t
Alek woke up when she felt an imminent danger approaching them. Her heart was pounding as if it wanted to explode out of her chest. Whispers. “Are you sure they live here? It’s obviously a creepy, old house,” one of the thug subordinates commented. The old man stared at him for an extended period of time and warned him without uttering a single sound,“ If I were you, I’d shut up.” The bald man observed the old man’s careful countenance. The old man saw a small entrance behind the thick bushes and peeked at it. He pointed at the gigantic metal fence and gestured with his arms crossing against the other. Then he pointed at the bushes and crawled in there. Gasps of amazements echoed, but it was not that loud to the point that the people inside could hear it, They were still moving stealthily. The bald man raised his fist and all of them shut up. He had no idea why the old man stayed silent throughout the journey. But trusting someone who had plenty of encounters with their sub
“Sister Alek, how much did you earn?” Daga brushed her face to Alek’s arm and swayed it front and back as they walked home. Toro held Daga’s shoulder and pulled her away from Alek. “Let’s discuss the matter of finance inside our house. It won’t be good if some thugs heard us and extort Alek’s hard-earned money.” He looked at Alek with a meek smile on her face. “Why didn’t Quinn go with you?” “Old man Quinn? Isn’t he here?” Alek stopped in her tracks and looked back. She started murmuring as she pointed each of them with her finger. “He really wasn’t!” She exclaimed in surprise. “Kekeke.” “Hahaha!” The children giggled and laughed from Alek’s answer. “Never mind. Never mind. Let’s pick up our pace and start a feast.” Toro, as the responsible older brother, gave them an idea on what to do with Alek’s earnings. Alek’s intelligence seemed to decline again. She was acting like a dumb three-year old child. Regarding what to do with the money, Toro usually handled it. During t
The microwave oven prototype was sold after 48 continuous bids. Those who were bidding and did not win felt a little disappointed, but not feeling grave. After all, it was just the first item out of three. The next trolley was brought forward by another person after Jessi Hwang reminded the final bidder to claim his item backstage later when the event ended. The next item lay inside the glass box to avoid flying. It was a thick piece of paper with a large sketch at the center and small sketches around it. The bigshots from the mainland tried to lengthen their necks but remained ignorant about the meaning of the item. Meanwhile, the local tycoons peeked at the item on stage for around three seconds before moving their gazes away. Bidding for them was like playing to give the event some thrill. Anyway, they could not afford the amount to win an auction. Of course, they would maintain their bids to the range where they can afford to pay it in case they got lucky and won a bid.
“Let us congratulate our party’s main character, Miss Shania Dewy Grit.” The host announced amidst the harmonic atmosphere. All of the people stared at the start of the banquet entering from the entrance with her two-colored minimalist dress of white and purple. Her hair was done with sparkly ornaments and a dragonfly hairpin at the center-most of her head. Her purple-white peony earrings that symbolize beauty and elegance highlighted her appearance. She simply looked like a goddess that descends on Earth. “Mother,” Shania Dewy softly muttered and stared at the silent woman who sat with General Vanuatu and other big shots. General Vanuatu laughed boisterously as he praised, “Madam Narine, you groom your daughter to be such a perfect lady. ”“My, my. General helped me in the beginning and let us have a peaceful life in this city,” Narine answered merrily as she covered her mouth with her hand. “I will be talking with the seniors, Ma.” Shania Dewy smiled sweetly to her mother bef
The whole country heard of the Grit’s daughter’s banquet. She had successfully ranked first in the CSAT last week. Being the first in banking means she has the qualification to study on the Mainland. Although Yolo City was not within a high-ranking country, since her family is sponsored by the General, she had the possibility to enroll in the two prestigious universities there. People were also confident that she would have new friends because of her generosity and kindness. The reason why people idolized her was because of their tragic past. Shania Dewy Grit. A beautiful name of the most adored person in the city. The local citizens were blindly loving her so much as if she was the saintess that would bring them salvation throughout her life. Her life was dramatic. When she was a young and naive child, her family lived on the Mainland until her father died later when he was betrayed and stripped of his position in his own company. No one investigated the validity of her mothe
“I found a good hut earlier. Shall we go in there?” “What's nicer, the mansion or the hut from these slums?” “Boss, we don't even have a mansion.” Pak! “Aw!” “Don’t you know ecstasy in daydreaming? F*ck off!” Footsteps scurried away as the boss battered his lackeys on the way. Three girls listened to their conversation until they got away. The series of events baffled the two foreign girls. But she was not the only girl who grabbed them inside her house. She might still be oblivious of their intention in coming into the slums, but soon she would be able to find it out. Though much later since her so-called schedule was filled to the brim. She could not present only one “present” in the auction, should she? And she was also a kind, loving, and obedient girl. She would do her best not to cause trouble to oth – old man Quinn. Quinn had just become Quinn and not others. Now that they were in a state of collaboration, she could not declare him as a stranger. Alek Cider glanced at
Clouds ran in the sky as they covered the raging sun. Dews crystallize on top of the leaves reflecting the sunlight. The ground was wet and small puddles formed after a light rain. Ripples appeared on the puddles as tiny mud hit on the surface. It persevered continuously until the last pair of feet passed by. Such a wonderful spring-like morning welcomed a new nerve-wracking event. Most of the grade 12 students paced back and forth in front of the bulletin board. The faculty teachers did not need 24 hours to complete checking their papers. The total grade 12 students were only 156. No more, no less. Albeit sacrificing a little of their personal time and overwork on that certain day, they felt no fatigue for they had already received a bonus that would total three months of their salary. Some visitors were willing to invest in this school just for the sake of scouting talents. The students below grade 12 were amazed to se