"Do you really want people to think I'm your daughter, Good Master?"Jerald paused mid-dinner, his gaze fixed on Berezira across the table. "People might gossip if they find out we're not related but still living together. It could attract unwanted attention, and I don't want Mostafa catching wind of our location," he explained. "Could you call me 'Father' instead of 'Good Master'? I think it might suit you better than 'Daddy.'"Berezira nodded. "Alright...father," she replied before returning to her meal.The girl rarely spoke and seemed older than her years. She rarely left the house, and when she did, it was only to watch birds and animals in the woods nearby. She never ventured far, avoiding social interaction and even leaving the TV off. Jerald was concerned, but he had no idea how to help her. He'd faced bombs, guns, and bullets before, but a withdrawn, twelve-year-old girl scarred by a traumatic past was a challenge beyond his expertise.They ate in silence for a while until Je
."It's not as easy as it looks," Jerald replied with a gruff tone.Ixora couldn't help but smile at his crankiness. She held up her own bag triumphantly. "See this? I'm already done with my groceries, and I've been here less than twenty minutes," she said, sounding a bit smug.Jerald's frown deepened. "Well, good for you," he muttered, turning to go with Berezira.But Ixora wasn't ready to let them off the hook so easily. "Wait, I can help you with yours. You look like you could use some assistance."Jerald hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to spend any more time than necessary with this woman who seemed like trouble, but he also realized that he might not get through his shopping list without help from someone more experienced."Alright, thanks," he finally replied.Ixora grinned widely. "You're welcome. Let me have that..." She took the shopping list from him, and he handed her a bundle of money. She quickly scanned the list. "Looks like there are three items here that you've
Ixora Crystabella Moores quickly withdrew her leg from the woman's handkerchief as she noticed the fear in the woman's reaction. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the way Jerald was looking at her, and it made her heart tighten.He's looking at me as if I'm just another stranger, like everyone else. Surprisingly, the only person who still clung to her hand tightly was his daughter, Zira.Ixora knelt down beside the woman, took out her own handkerchief, and began wiping the woman's sweat-filled face. "It's alright, please stop apologizing."The woman regarded her with suspicion but continued, "I'm truly sorry—""I'm Ixora, not Cherry," she interjected with a warm smile.Relieved, the woman let out a sigh. "Oh, thank God. It's good Bella. Thank God!" She said emphatically and hugged Ixora tightly. "Thank God it's you, good Bella. I thought I had stepped on Cherry!"Ixora nodded in understanding, waved off the woman's thanks, and walked away.Turning to face Jerald, she couldn't h
Cherry Silverbella Moores despised the beach, and even more so, she loathed the water. However, after spending half the day sleeping, she felt a growing urge to explore. Glancing down from her hotel room, she observed the lively crowd at the beach, ready for some fun. This curiosity lured her out of her room.She strolled down to the beach, carrying a bottle of red wine in one hand, a glass cup, a cigarette, and a lighter in the other. The evening breeze kissed her skin, and she relished in its embrace, her hair swaying in the wind. Dressed in just a bikini and sunglasses, she made her way towards the bustling beach.The shore was teeming with activity - women in bikinis and swimsuits, men in shorts, some already frolicking in the water, while others basked on the sandy shores. Couples played and ran around, families enjoyed quality time, and individuals lounged on reclining chairs.Nonchalantly chewing her gum, she used her keen eyes to scan every male figure on the beach, well aware
He couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she strolled along the beach, her hips swaying rhythmically, akin to a slow dancer. Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her like a moon goddess. Although many women graced the beach in bikinis, hers redefined the term. She was a breathtaking beauty, her body so perfectly contoured it seemed otherworldly. Jake Brown instantly sensed she would bring trouble.Jake couldn't divert his eyes from her, not even when she caught him looking, and their gazes locked. She didn't shy away; instead, she removed her sunglasses, meeting his gaze head-on. Yes, trouble indeed.Beyond her striking appearance, she exuded a fiery spirit. He had witnessed the entire scene: how she swiftly handled two women and sent the third one fleeing within seconds, all while maintaining a smile. She seemed efficient, the kind of person trained fighters needed to be cautious of if they ever crossed paths. She might lack formal training, but she knew how to exploit
Ixora Crystabella Moores was preparing to retire for the night. After taking her shower and donning her nightie, she began the process of locking up the house when an unexpected knock echoed through the front door.Startled, she paused and wondered who could be visiting at this hour. Leaving the backdoor she had already secured, she headed toward the front door. Peering through the peephole, she was taken aback when she spotted Zira standing on the other side."Oh my, Zira..." she gasped, hastily unlocking the door. Troubled eyes met hers immediately, and that familiar, sorrowful expression in the girl's eyes seemed even more intense, as though she were on the brink of tears. Her lower lip quivered violently."Oh my God, what's wrong, Zira? Is everything okay?" Ixora inquired with concern, attempting to usher the girl inside the house. Instead, Zira took her hand."Please," she choked out, "Please, Ma'am Ixora, save Good Master, he is dying!"Ixora felt her confusion deepen. "Who is '
Cherry regarded him with narrowed eyes. She was well aware of his desire, and she didn't need another look to confirm it. She couldn't quite understand why he was delaying their physical encounter, but she decided to go along with it. After all, he was meant to be just a one-night stand; there was no rush to get to the main event. The night was still young, and there was plenty of time."Alright, dinner first. But I want a kiss," she whispered seductively as she approached him.He smiled once more and leaned closer, his lips just inches from hers. "What will a single kiss accomplish?" he teased, his eyes filled with playful curiosity."Everything," Cherry murmured, her anticipation clear as she traced the tip of her own tongue along the seam of her lips."Are you always this talkative?" she inquired instead, her voice laced with playful teasing."No," Jake replied automatically, his eyes locked onto her.She grinned devilishly, her desire unmistakable. "Then, kiss me."Jake hesitated
"Jerald, please stay awake, please," the sweet voice implored, but it sounded distant to him.Ixora was gripped by icy fear when she saw Jerald's eyes gradually closing, his labored breathing slowing down. She felt utterly helpless. Unlocking her cellphone, she dialed Small Mark's number. She had the doctor's contact because of Cherry, who often got into fights. Despite her sister's disdain for doctors, Ixora had always called Small Mark whenever there was a serious injury."Hello?" a gruff voice answered on the other end."Good evening, doctor. I need your help, please," Ixora pleaded.The old man sighed, "You know how much your sister hates me, good Bella. I really don't think I want to be facing her tonight.""It's not about Cherry, Small Mark. Please, can you come over to Old Marion's? The new owner... he needs a doctor right now." Her voice trembled. "Please, Small Mark, please.""What's the matter with him?" Small Mark inquired.Ixora bit her lip, choosing not to mention that it
Quietly, Ixora left Cherry's room and made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She prepared eggs, bacon, cheeseburgers, and pizza. Lately, Cherry had developed a liking for pizza, which is why Ixora included it in their morning meal.An hour later, breakfast was ready. Ixora returned to Cherry's room to wake her up. "Come and have something to eat, Cher. I made breakfast.""My queasy stomach can't handle much in the mornings, Ix," Cherry replied drowsily, but she got up and followed her twin to the living room."Well, let's not forget that we're going to New York today," Ixora reminded her as they approached the dining table.The reminder sparked Cherry's memory, and her drowsiness quickly faded. She smiled brightly, saying, "Oh yeah, let's go check on our girl."They sat down and enjoyed their breakfast in silence. Afterward, they joined hands to pack their clothes and accessories into a large box.They began with Ixora, selecting her clothes, shoes, and other items, and pla
💝💝BROOKHAVEN, NEW YORK.💝💝Camila watched her daughter clean up the dining table right after dinner. A smile had been on her face since she heard about the arrival of her twin friends, and she was humming softly under her breath.Camila marveled at the change in this young girl and was very happy with herself for helping bring about that change. Her daughter was now so different from the girl she had seen for the first time two months ago.When her sons called and told her about their request for two females to come stay with her and Berezira, she was instantly curious about who those women might be to her sons, so she agreed immediately.When Berezira heard the news, her happiness knew no bounds, and that made Camila's curiosity soar to a different level. So, she got her daughter to tell her everything about the twins, which Berezira did wholeheartedly.Camila had come to know a lot about Cherry and Ixora, and although Brezira had innocently shared everything, Camila had already d
💝TOWER CASTLES IN HELMAND, AFGHANISTAN.💝💝Khalil Mostafa Ali Reza stood with his back facing the entrance of his throne room. He had just emerged from hiding yesterday and returned to his castle.He had spent the past two months deep underground. But finally, his long-awaited drug had arrived, albeit in small quantity.Viagnat. Only five small bottles of the liquid had been produced... five small bottles that cost a fortune, and he possessed all five. They would have to suffice for now because he couldn't wait for more.For the past two months, the US Army had been hunting him. He knew they were actively seeking him and would stop at nothing to capture him. However, he had kept a low profile, waiting for Viagnat. That drug was more powerful than a thousand armies.The US Army had turned this into a game, and he desired to change the rules. He knew that his captive and his twin had returned to the Army, but he still had men following their trail after they vanished from California.
Cherry emerged from the bathroom a while later, looking exhausted. She always felt drained after vomiting, and that was how she felt at the moment.But even though she felt sick, she couldn't be pregnant. She had been so careful. It just couldn't be true. No way."Where is that gray-haired quack of a doctor?" she muttered, looking around."He left a while ago. Oh, Cher, you're pregnant," Ixora said, her voice filled with shock as her eyes fixed on her twin's belly.Cherry instinctively covered her flat belly and made her way to the bed. "That old quack. I'm not pregnant, Ixora. It's impossible."Ixora wasn't really listening to her. "You are pregnant! But how could this happen? You were always the one with the condoms. You were always so careful, Cher."Cherry sighed and sank down on the bed. "Yeah, that's what I can't wrap my head around."She forced herself to think. Was she really pregnant? But how could she be when she always used condoms?No man had ever touched her without a con
Although the Brown twins didn't stay long in the Army, their reputation for strength and physical prowess during training made them well-known. As a result, they were promptly promoted to the Python Team upon leaving the military camp. The General calmly listened to Jerald's story before addressing the twins."Things haven't been the same since Operation Un-Done. It was the only mission the Python Team had ever failed since its formation, and it held significant importance. Various military agencies, such as the KGI, FBI, and Terror Corps, heard about Operation Un-Done. Some sympathized with us, understanding that not all missions can be successful. However, a few mocked us, claiming that we thought we were invincible only to fail and lose a comrade during the most crucial mission, when the US Army was expected to be the best in the world."The General paused, then continued with determination. "Although we failed the mission, I'm glad we didn't lose a member. We're thrilled to have y
💝💝TOWER CASTLES IN HELMAND, AFGHANISTAN.💝💝Khalil Mostafa Ali Reza sat with three of his most trusted drug dealers, resembling a round table where four drug dealers gathered to drink, eat, and converse in their language.They were about to arrange a drug shipment in a few days, but they hadn't disclosed the exact location for the deal. Since their near-ambush by the US Army eight months ago, they had become extra cautious."So, which part of Japan are we shipping the cocaine to?" one of the drug dealers asked in their language."To Nagasaki," Mostafa confirmed, "But that's not what I want to discuss.""What do you want to talk about?" another one inquired."Viagnat," he replied bluntly. "I want that drug Viagnat, and I want it quickly. What are your suppliers saying about the production and shipment of that drug?"They took turns answering..."My supplier said it will be ready in five months.""Mine said it will take seven.""Two months," one of them reported."My supplier estimat
After a long while, they were all seated at the dining table, eating. Jerald savored the food... Damn, he had missed his mother's cooking.Though they had grown up with a cook, their mother always made an effort to cook for them whenever she had the time."So, why did you come back from work, Father?" He asked when he finally realized his father had come home early. That was highly unusual.Williams smiled. "I forgot an important paperwork. Or rather, a paper that was supposed to be important an hour ago. It's no longer important now.""Is it a contract? What kind of deal was it?" he asked curiously."You see, I was planning to officially announce George as my successor in the company. That was the paperwork," he stated.Jake laughed. "Well, it seems like luck is on your side, Jay. You wouldn't look good in a lab coat at all," he teased."Very funny," Jerald said with a smile. "I would never want to be a doctor. That's your field, Jakey.""Stop calling me that, Jay-Jay," Jake shot bac
"Camy?" William called softly, his eyes fixed on the figure that closely resembled his deceased son.Camila understood the shock that coursed through her husband's body. It had been ten minutes since she laid eyes on her son, and it still felt like a dream. But she knew with certainty that it wasn't a dream. Their son Jerald was alive and back home.She walked over to her husband and placed her hand on his shoulder. "He's real, Will. Our son is alive, and he's back home," Camila whispered, her voice filled with intense emotions.That reassurance was all William needed, and he pulled his son into a hug. It wasn't a bear hug, but a genuine embrace between two men who had thought they would never see each other again.The papers were scattered on the ground, but William couldn't care less about them. He stepped aside, allowing one of his security guards to gather the papers."Jerald...! It's really you, my boy!" William exclaimed. Unbelievably, tears welled up in his eyes. His son was al
Camila, in her early fifties, was aware that many women her age experienced deteriorating eyesight, often resulting in the need for glasses or contact lenses.However, she had never required visual aids before because her eyesight had always been excellent. Or at least, it used to be. Now, she couldn't be so certain.The figure emerging from the car bore a striking resemblance to her deceased son, Jerald. Camila's mouth dropped open as she stared wide-eyed. "Oh my God..." she exclaimed, turning to her son, Jake, and gripping his arms. "I hate to admit it, but I think I finally need glasses...""No, mother, you don't need glasses. It's really Jay..." Jake reassured her gently.Camila vigorously shook her head. "No... It can't be... Jerald, my son, is dead. Why are you playing this cruel game with me? Giving me false hope... It's not good for me, Jakey."Tears welled up in her wide eyes as she beheld a sight she thought she would never see again until her own passing.Jerald observed hi