THEIR GRIEF AS THEY MOURN CHAPTER 81 [And when he was ready to save her again, he realized that she was gone, and the life thus far won’t be able to get redeemed…] Two days. Two fucking days, where the burning pit, the fiery flames adherent to what happened keep the station in shambles. Two whole days, where Reed had not shown in grievances; thus the mourning reverberating through the air was making it harder. It was arduously difficult to muster another will. The media flooded, yet they receive none. Nobody faced them. Not even the chief, not Reed, no one had given them the leverage to pry and peer. Now that another rumor was spreading. HEADLINE: DOCTOR GERMA HERNANDEZ DIED WITH HER CHILD. Chief Superintendent Gabriel Duke rubs his temples. He is the head of the station, and o

HE KEEPS WATCHINGCHAPTER 83 [ And so he keeps his eyes wide like a hawk as they were trained across to her, never leaving ever actions as he dwelled, and pry…]To where it all starts, the street of Mexico unlike before ceased with noise. The door locked, each house that laid side-by-side have its lights on, if not off to repel the darkness, which looms. Or perhaps, a precaution not to feel entrapped as a victim of the killer who was terrorizing the road. It’s been months to whereas they had lived in terror. The fear they are filled with intensifies with the news uprooting, the death of the missing doctor, who had been set up inflamed. It was traumatizing. The sight of her burning body left nightmares that nobody daren’t talk, nor speak about in respect as the whole street aggrieved with grief. This made a few to always make sure that when the dusk fell, whereas the clouds are no longer in an azure blue

MAY THE BEST MAN WINSCHAPTER 85 [And so love quarrels, in argument oftentimes, when it was least expected to be...]It was awkward. That’s how Rio could explain what she felt exactly. But how can she not be? Imagine sitting around on the couch squished by two person to whom she had not least expected to come, nor had Midnight to just barged on her door. He was knocking, in seek of comfort and a roof his already damp, and soaked being are already in seek with. Soughing after, although Rio is suspicious for no apparent reason—no, she is suspicious, because first. How can he end up on her porch unknowingly that he have a millions, or more than billions on his account, which allowed him to book towards a nearest 5 star hotel. The extravagancy, which perfectly suited a Del Fierro like him. It was not as if Paxton should have done the same as she was letting him invade the four corner of her house for days, and wee

PUZZLED PIECESCHAPTER 87 [And soon enough not all secrets could be hidden, the truth will always come out…]Truth to be told, Rio isn’t joking. Earlier that morning, while he was still sobering up from sleep, Ruscov received a call. A dead was found again, and same with the others, he was faceless, mutilated until they couldn’t recognize him anymore. It was as if whoever had done that, he seems mad, angry for whatever reason they couldn’t point out yet. The sight made the others throw up, and vomit, unlike Ruscov who has his eyes trained, remembering every detail. The corpses, which fueled the loathing inside of him. His hate brimming, because he wanted to keep the grudge so badly because Ruscov wanted to plunge it all out towards the perpetrator who is causing the death in Belize. The justice to which had never been yet served.“Sir, we had confirmed the identity of the victim.” Th

SAVING SEIYA FROM THE GARCIA CHAPTER 89 [The danger actually never left, it has always been there far itched…]   She haven’t had no idea where she was, nor why does she could smell saltwater, and feel the cold breeze that was licking through her expose arms.  It was so cold that she couldn’t help, but moan as she curled up in a ball. Moaning, and groaning though no words would come slipping out from her lips. Sealed shuts as it may, Seiya knew that she was conscious, but there’s something that seems to be dragging her eyelids for her to fall back on sleep. Those dreams which seems too tempting, and unreal.   “M—ama…” Seiya uttered into a lowest tone she could mustered ahead.   Miserable gaze, fluttering eyes as the delusions seems to put her in deceit.   She could definitely see her mother, outstretching her hand as she have the same smile acros