The box hit the floor with a sickening thud that spread across the hall, attracting attraction and turning head quickly in the direction. The woman paused, eyes dropped to the floor in horror and panic."No. no. no." She shook her head frantically, dropping to the floor to open the box. Her hand fidgeted with the lid, and when the lid flicked opened, her jaw dropped in shock, eyes widening further in sheer horror.The expensive laptop she purchased to replace the one she carelessly ruined at the office to prevent reprimand from her boss, or worse, get fired, it had cracks, mapping the screen. Anger surged through her vein. She jerked to her feet. "You blind?!!" Her finger curled deep into her palm so hard her manicured nail snapped. She swung, her palm cutting through the air to slap Kael in the face, and Kael caught her wrist in one swift move and shoved her back effortlessly."What do you think you're doing," He stared her down. He scoffed, mumbling in annoyance. "Human are just s

The city exploded with the news of Donald Moore's legal verdict. Headlines glowed on screens.'Leader of the DPF party, life imprisonment for murdering.''The integrit leader had been a wolf in sheep clothing.''Snake under the green grass in politics.'It was the talk of the city: Social media, newspapers, national and international TV spreading it faster far and wider.The drive to Iron crest prison was hell. It stretched miles from the courthouse like a journey to nowhere. Two officers in military uniforms flanked both sides of Donald Moore, handling rifles that would blast bullets through his skull if he dared to attempt any suspicious movement or escape attempts. He had shed shits, his eyes swollen and red like an addicted smoker. Serena's triumphant smirk earlier still clawed at his heart. He couldn't vent his anger and frustration on her and wipe the smug off her lips before the police men pulled him back. He wasn't the kind that raised hands on women, but at that moment and e

The smell of Chicken soup filled the air of the cramped apartment of old Mamanda. Kael moved around the living room gently, taking in the components of the small room. He stopped when his eyes caught an old portrait on the night stand which held the picture of old Mamanda and two other young girl and boy with resemblance— obviously they're twins.He frowned lightly as he reached out to the portrait. "Thought he had only a son who died recently." He mumbled thoughtfully.Old Mamanda Walked into the living room with an earthen cut with steaming chamomile. Her gaze glanced in Kael's direction briefly as she placed the cup on the table."I thought you only had a son?" Kael asked glancing at her and looking back at that picture in his hand.Old Mamanda's face rumpled as she forced a bitter smile. She sat down gently, almost carefully out of old age."Come. come. let's eat us." She said.Kael walked to the seat and sat down. He stared at her for some seconds, noticing she was fighting back

The man shook his head frantically, muttering frantic words between sobs and pain."I...I don't have Alejandro's contact. Only nathan does.." Kael dropped his leg and leaned forward. "Is your life more worthless than the number? That you're so willing to die?""No. No. P_ please. I'm not lying. I swear I don't have the number. I can call Nathan...he has the number.." He quickly retrieved his phone from his pocket, operating on the screen with trembling fingers as he scrolled his contact list for Nathan's number.He dialed the number and pressed the phone to his ear. "Boss... boss..the.." Kael snatched the phone from his ear and placed it close to his ear. He leaned back into the recliner."You're Nathan?" He asked quietly, but the rudeness undertone was unmistakable."You..you insolent brat," Nathan hissed, his voice cracking angrily through the speaker. "Submit the gold now and maybe I'll spare your life."Kael stood up, walking to the window with casual stride. The evening breeze b

The address tolled in her head like a dangerous war bell. That was where it all started.. where she started small...the same place and learned to stretch $50 to cover three square meals, the same place which was once a comfort to lay her head, but she had long forgotten the colour of her wall paint.Her heart raced with the fear of something unknown. "No. No. No. The caller couldn't be Benjamin. Benjamin is dead. Rotting thousand feets deep somewhere deep inside of the ocean." That was what she tried to assure herself."Hello..are you there?!" But the line had already disconnected.She paced the Apartment like a deranged dog, her heart racing with fear of the impossible.Fifteen minutes. No. She glanced at the ticking clock. Ten minutes. That video can ruin everything for her.She dashed to her wardrobe and grabbed a cloth her hand touched and quickly dragged it on before stumbling out of the apartment.She slammed the door shut, and strutted to her car. She jumped in and slammed th