Meanwhile, back at the Oro Alpha Bed and Breakfast…Right after Orlie had gone back inside the house to show off his brand-new wheelchair to whoever was willing to listen to him, the remaining men on the porch began their serious talk among themselves. Meanwhile, the Left Hand was continuing to drive slowly towards the governor’s residence as he continued his mobile phone call with Ed Kahlagu’s Snitch who was surrounded by his new male friends.“Hello, Hero-san. I never thought I’d find myself calling you at this time.” Myron somberly stated, not really sure of what he was supposed to say.“Neither did I, Detective,” replied the still disbelieving smooth and low voice on the multiple awarded flatfoot’s mobile, which was on speaker phone for the sake of the four elderly men surrounding the large circular porch table.They literally look like King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table, except that the young officer’s mobile represents that moment’s King Arthur. Ironically, Senyor An

Speaking of bondslave, Eron pops the question as soon as they arrive home...“When are we gonna bake Twinny’s cake, Diwa”“First of all, we have to decide what we will bake. What’s Helena’s favorite flavor?”“That’s easy. It’s choco fudge with nuts. She also loves those mini lava cakes.”“Oh, so she’s a chocolate lover...”“Actually, we both are but my fave cake is the Black Forest cake and rocky road cupcakes. But, we focus on my Twinny’s fave for now.”“Well, maybe we can bake your favorite another time.”“Ok, I’ve always wanted those cupcakes on a picnic or something like that… even my wedding someday. They can even be perfect giveaways instead of those little baskets with fake flowers and name tags,” the former assassin rambled enthusiastically.“So you want to give food on your wedding as a giveaway? That’s very practical of you, Eron.”Well, if you want to be REALLY practical, I would really want you to be my bride for my wedding, if that is even possible, Diwa. But that can’t e

Diwana has never had a journal before, but it seems that she would need one now. Madame Merhi had required her to do so as a means for her to release her doubts, hesitancy and second thoughts about her magical powers and Fae parent.So, she had no choice but to search the attic for one of her deceased husband's large blank, hardbound record books; which he used to write down his list of jobs and payments. He kept a good number of them before he died, without considering his sudden death due to the fatal flu.Happy to have found about half a dozen of these journal-like notebooks, Diwana began to write down her first lesson that morning, when Matakaw had revealed Eron’s hidden secret: his unspoken love, affection and devotion to his clueless landlady, who happens to be her. After that, she began to write a personal letter to her Tikbalang King patriarch…“Dear Itay,Sorry, but I can’t call you Tatang, like I called my adoptive human father because, first of all, you are two completely d

It was just the same morning as always for Diwana and her champion/ secret admirer/protector. As always, they delivered food items for the lumber mill, and to Jack’s relief and Eron’s surprise, the mad one still have not approached Diwa’s table. According to the HR manager, Pat, the squirrel-headed team leader had asked permission earlier to go deep into the forest again to look for more trees to harvest.Speak of the devil…Max was indeed deep in the forest but it wasn’t for woodcutting. Oh, no way. Jose!He was now at his second secret hiding place, which was the old mine where he ordered his former cohorts to look and dig for gold. During his lengthy interview with the city cop, he was unknowingly informed by the friendly flatfoot that he had asked the female house watcher to help clean and fix up the Oro Vista Luna, and even include anyone who would be willing to help her in the aforementioned task. So with this in mind, he had to prepare a new hidden location to move his secret

“Eron! Hey, they’re still not landed here yet?” Jack inquired as he walked through the Alpha mansion’s front yard gate. “My mom must have already cooked enough food to feed a small army and I don’t think she’ll stop until Sorah and her kids have finally arrived at our house.”“Yo, bro! Your three-layer cake is all done. too,” the Charmer reminded his newly arrived employer. “Are you going to pick it up now? Sorry, but we don’t have a cake box big enough for it.”“Yeah Eron, as if my mom isn’t already cooking too much for us. At this rate, it will take a month for us to finish all of it and that’s including my sister and her toddlers along with possible guests as well!”“Well, why don’t you ask them to stay for a month then.” Eron cheerily suggested. “I’m sure she won’t mind, pal. That is, if you ask nicely.”Just then Mrs. Merhi went running out the front door in a panic, closely followed by a fat tabby and an unfamiliar black feline…“Eron, Diwana’s in danger!” she worryingly wailed,