[A/N: My hand hurts from writing the story on paper and transferring it by typing on the computer afterward. I may be getting older.]
“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
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