LOGINShare
Chapter 34
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Mary stood in place not moving an inch. She slowly raised her teddy bear towards her face trying to hide behind it. No one knew particularly the reason but assumed she was still shy or maybe still a little scared. “Okay, everyone.” Miss. Agnes walked over and stood behind the young lady. Anderson walked back and joined the group by the stairs who were still giving him worried looks. Their attention was finally drawn to Miss. Agnes who was now urging Mary slowly over.
“As you have already heard. This is Mary.” Miss. Agnes made a general introduction of everyone, calling everyone by their names. “Welcome to the family.” With a bright smile on her face, standing in front of everyone, she welcomed the new addition, Mary.
“Family?” Mary asked in a confused fashion. For all she knew, where she in was an orphanage, yet the lady called it a family. Everyone smiled warmly at her. Kira walked over and picked her up, walking her to
Related chapters
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 35
Anderson sat there wondering if it was fate that she had been sent to him the first time, seeing how she had been sent to him again, or if it was because it was just some sick and twisted game being the reason she had been sent to him. Was this Mary supposed to be sent to another orphanage but had been sent to him to play with his mind, to torture him?Anderson held his clenched fist under the table, hiding it from his two friends who had been staring at him quietly for a while. He subtly breathed out and looked at them. “What?” He asked. Their piercing gazes were a little uncomfortable for him.“What do you mean what?” Kira whose glare felt looked like it might pierce through his face, snapped. “What happened to you? And don’t you dare say nothing.” Her face looking like she was not ready to listen to anything other than a proper explanation.“Bro, what is happening? First it was yesterday. I had to shake you for
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 36
The night was long for Anderson. That night he saw nothing. Darkness and absolute darkness. There was no dream that came to him, yet for some reason, Anderson felt conscious of it all. He had no idea if it was because he had questioned it earlier, and had thought of testing it out or not, but this time his sleep felt different. Surprisingly, he did not feel any kind of fear from the darkness he was in. If anything, it felt more like an embrace. A warm embrace.Although comfortable, Anderson had the feeling that if he allowed himself to fall completely into that blissful feeling, he would not be able to ever wake up. Understanding this, Anderson allowed himself to “passively” enjoy the feeling while trying while to wake himself up. Not to his body back at the orphanage, but to the dark room with Leash. Anderson already knew his original body was not what was with him, but his soul instead. If so, didn’t that mean that every time he went to bed, the darkness h
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 37
It was a good thing the local school helped Kira with the curriculum, helping her stay up to date. Kira herself never slacked off in the least. She made sure to study as much as she could. The town’s school helped her with a few of the classes and the books after school. It was the least they could do since they could not take in all the kids on scholarship.“Where’s Carson? Ah, speak of the devil.” Just when Anderson asked, Carson showed his face. His not so good looking face. He looked like a mess.“Uh. Remind me not to drink again.” He groaned while holding his head. Anderson and Kira laughed. He says that, but if he got another chance he would hurriedly jump at the opportunity to drink without hesitation.After chatting a little while, Kira left to prepare breakfast for the kids. “So anything I need to know?” Carson finally asked.“The old man has a rodent problem. You’ll probably have to tak
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 38
After having breakfast with the twins and Mel, Anderson helped Kira with the lessons for the kids. Well, it was more of him sitting by the side while pointing out one or two things. With the level he had reached in terms of academics, he could easily take over and even teach Kira, but how would he explain how he suddenly knew enough to teach Kira, when for years he had. Just like Carson, struggled with the basics. Although he was better than Carson, which honestly to him was not much of an accomplishment, it was not enough for him to suddenly reveal his deep knowledge of calculus and algebra. What was he to say? An old man came to him in his dreams and taught him? Sadly, he was not in some wuxia novel. Chuckling to himself, he shut his mouth and watched Kira happily do what she wanted to do.Without realizing, Anderson stayed with them until they were done by 3pm. He had stayed with them in order to try and get rid of the anxious and uneasy feeling he had been feeling ever si
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 39
After having his idea approved by the rest of the gang, he was very happy. He was practically humming a tune while he took a shower. He was the most excited to get a new little sister in the orphanage. He had always been the fun big brother that always wanted to spend as much time with the younger siblings, and the twins and Mel acknowledged that. Although Mel loved spending time with Kira, she like Carson quite a lot as well. Anderson was more of the reliable big brother type. They would all go to him when there was a problem, especially the twins.Carson had been eager to make the new addition feel as welcome and as comfortable as possible. The truth was, both he and Kira were seated at the top of the stair and had overheard the conversation between Anderson and Miss. Agnes that night. Although he had been a little hurt since unlike Anderson who kept to himself or only had Kira and himself as friends and was practically friends with the entire orphanage, Carson wholehearted
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 40
Carson silently cried with his hands covering his face. His body was shaking, and he couldn’t control it. He felt nauseated and wanted to vomit. His entire body felt like it was no longer under his control. He looked at his bloodied hands but was unable to bring them down from his face. He was afraid. Afraid he that his eyes would lock unto the body of the old man. He wanted so very much to believe everything that was happening was nothing but a bad dream. That he had not seen right. That it was nothing more than the illusions created by the never-ending flickering of the lights. Yet, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that, he could not bring his hands down from his face. He was too afraid.While Carson was preoccupied with his own thoughts, he suddenly heard a scream from beside him. “No!” Carson felt his heart sink. What a blunder. Carson had been too absorbed in his feelings that he had forgotten about the other person he came with. It was a bas
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 41
Anderson in his current state was not thinking straight. From the moment the dread and realization dawned on him about the high chance of Carson dying at the hands of the young Mary, the cloud in his mind had slowly begun to spread. He may have not realized, but for a while the thoughts of protecting this family of his had slowly begun to replace the main ideology and aim of his survival. The cloud was making him lose sight of what he was supposed to do. No, more specifically, he was allowing it to.From the moment Anderson arrived in this world and received the memories he now carried and cherished, he had allowed the feeling and seed of protectiveness he had developed to grow. He knew it would hurt him. He knew it was very stupid of him, but for some reason, he just allowed it to do so. The feeling of a family different from his wife was a unique feeling that he was relishing to the day.Anderson was a person who had neither had any proper family nor displayed any ki
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 42
To sheriff Doyle, the boy seemed a little to calm. No matter what, they were just teenagers that had never been in contact with a dead body before. Yet, the boy looked calm. Too calm in fact, that it was almost eerie. It did not particularly fit the M.O of a guilty suspect. Especially when it came to someone like the two teens standing in front of her. No matter how she looked at it, Carson’s behavior seemed to be the norm. Even if Anderson was trying hard to be strong or act the strong one for everyone, he needs to at least look a little shaken right? Yet the boy looked as natural as if it was not a human that had been killed down in the basement.Sheriff Doyle’s attention left Anderson and then tried a few more times to communicate with Mary, but she just sat there with a blank look. No matter how many times she called out to her, she continued to remain unresponsive. Carson who stood by the side looked like he might have a heart attack at any moment. He blamed
Latest chapter
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 56
Anderson did not know if he should be grateful for getting the opportunity to see his wife so many times, or to be angry that he was meeting her under such circumstances. In the report in his hands was a full-grown picture of his wife, Mary. It was obviously not his actual wife, but this world’s version of her. His actual wife was lying in a coma back on his earth. Anderson shook his head. That was right. His wife was in a coma back on his earth. All that he was going through was for her. Even knowing something like this, Anderson could not help but allow a small smile to appear on his face. Anderson remembered the mission before his frown appeared again. The mission was a dangerous one. Aside from it being about the person that looked like his wife, Anderson was beginning to regret taking the mission. The Mary in the profile was one of the world’s leading figures both in the light and in the underground world. She was one of the world’s richest and most powerful. I
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 55 - Book 1 End
Anderson took cover in the control room. He was fully geared in his tactical attire with all types of guns and knives hanging on him. He looked like he was preparing for war. His entire house was made from bullet proof glass. The house was located away from town, on a remote large acre of land owned by Anderson. It was because his work was dangerous and could easily attract enemies that he secluded himself away from town. His house was surrounded by multiple cameras at all angles in order to catch any intruder that intended on sneaking up on him. With the sudden disappearance of Suit, especially the look on his face before he disappeared, Anderson was not going to take any chances. He had no idea what the demon was going to prepare for him, thus he needed to be on the alert. It was at this time that he was grateful that his home was designed in such a way. Currently, Anderson was staring intently at all the cameras, but could not find anyone or anything out of place. That, h
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 54
The angel looked at Suit and unfurled wing about the same size as her from behind her. She lifter her head proudly, puffing out her chest in the process. “I told you. Today, nothing will save you from me.” She walked confidently towards Suit and raised her large sword with both hands without difficulty. With a hard swing, she struck horizontally with all her might aiming to decapitate Suit in one quick swing.The Angel had a victorious smirk on her usually stern face. She was already seeing the head of the meat body the demon was inhabiting rolling on the floor. Her only regret was being unable to save the person much sooner. With how comfortable and in control the demon looked, there was no doubt about the number of decades, even centuries the demon had inhabited the body. Usually, that mean the soul of the human had long since died.The blade was inches away from severing the demon’s head. That was until it stopped. No matter how much the angel push
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 53
Morning came quicker than Anderson had wanted it to. The blinds to his room automatically opened at the stroke of six, adjusting itself to the perfect angle to let in the right amount of sunlight. With the amount of money this world’s Anderson had made throughout his life, he had been able to properly live a life of luxury without care. Especially since it was all legal money, he had nothing to fear or worry about. Anderson knew as well that even if it was dirty money, he would still show and spend it openly without a care.Anderson quickly pulled out a gun from under his bed and fired two quick shots. The bullets entered a chair that was in his room. The target was none other than Suit who merely sat there eating chips. He smiled, declining to comment on the continuous futile attempt of Anderson to try and shoot him, leaving him to his, as he put it, therapeutic designs. “Good morning to you too.” Suit greeted.“Don’t you have anything be
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 52
It did not take long for Anderson to wake up in the dark room again. “Eey. Look whose back. Did you miss me?” Before he could completely open his eyes, he heard a familiar hyperactive voice right beside him. Anderson slowly opened his eyes and saw Leash squatting beside him, staring down at his with a happy expression. Anderson felt the demon had spent too much time alone for him to be the way he was. Anderson lay there quietly for a while before finally siting up. He was now used to everything that was happening around him.Anderson looked around the room they were in. There was nothing else in the room except the happy looking Leash. Anderson wondered if nothing could be brought in such a place. He would have probably gone insane already if he had to stay in such a place even for one minute. Who knew just how long Leash had been in such a place, and how time flow worked there? It was no wonder the poor happy go lucky demon had already lost his mind. Anderson tur
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 51
A few minutes passed and Anderson slowly opened his eyes. His face was wet with tears and a deep frown was etched on his face. He had just lost something precious to him. Although he could not remember exactly what it was he had lost, he could feel it in his heart that he had not only lost something, but it was also something very precious to him. Anderson had no idea whether it was the mechanics of it or that was just how Suit had set it up just to torture him.“Welcome back. I must admit, you were so close to surviving there. I was actually rooting for you.” The demon’s words brought him out of his thoughts. He glared at Suit, but he only stood there with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the glare he was receiving. Anderson did not even bother with asking Suit to return what he had taken because he knew very well the demon before him would not bother to pay him any heed.Anderson sat up. He was finding a bit of difficulty in talking. He was
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 50
“Oh my, to what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” Suit looked to the three figures that were standing a few feet outside the bloody circle and spoke. His smile was as pleasing to the eyes as ever. Even after he just called their visit unpleasant, he still looked like a host welcoming their guest with the utmost courtesy, while occasionally stealing glances at the screen in front of him.The three that had arrived, two men and a woman, did not seem the friendly kind. To them, the smile Suit was sporting seemed to irk them even more. Their hate and displeasure, evident from the glare and sneer on their faces. Regardless of all of that, Suit did not seem to mind. His smile was still ever present on his face, and his concentration drawing ever more to the screen in front of him.“What are you doing?” One of the men, a little shorter than the other huffed in displeasure. The frown never once faltering on his face.“Pardon?” Suit sti
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 49
Agnes Harth. Age eight. Agnes grew up in a home where neither mother nor father had any time for her or her siblings. Her father, whom she loved very much regardless of the amount of time he spent with her, always came home to a very dissatisfied wife who complained at the littlest of incidence. As time passed her mother complained more and more, and her father, returned home less and less.One day her father came home to find little Agnes crying in her room. When she was asked, she replied, “They say you will leave and never come back.” The little Agnes had been terrified. Her sister who was already a teenager told her their family was going to split apart. Her favorite daddy was going to leave and never return. It may have been the rage ramblings of a teenager who was barely shown any time or affection.“I promise. I will never leave you. And when you wake up, I will be right here.” Her father kissed her little forehead and made a promise. The
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 48
“Wait.” Miss. Agnes suddenly spoke before taking a few more steps back. “The knife. Toss it away.” Anderson felt a little upset He had been hoping because she had a gun, she would get complacent and let him keep the knife. Thinking about it, it sounded a little dumb, even for him. If it were him, of course there was no way he would let his prisoner keep their weapon. Anderson tossed raised the knife up slightly, but heard the gun cocking behind him. The woman was every bit as alert as she could be. Anderson tossed the knife away after a slight hesitation. “Good boy. Don’t be a pouty baby. Besides, I have a surprise for you.” Miss. Agnes spoke after seeing Anderson continue to move right after tossing the knife away. She was delighted that he was moving on his own accord, granted it was under duress, but still. She looked like she had a plan, and it was better with them moving away.“Where are we going?” Anderson asked the
