Donald was a simple man.He liked simple things, he liked movies, sports, video games and of course food.Today was grocery shopping for him, he woke up early, jogged a bit, washed up and had breakfast.When he was done, it was around 8am, he still had two hours before he had to be at work.He grabbed his keys and headed down to the grocery store.He walked around the vegetable stall. He wasn’t big on greens but he acknowledged that they were necessary, so he picked up celery, cabbages, carrots and spinach. He planned to make a vegetable shake later, that he could take during his morning jogs.Then he headed over to the meat section. Personally, he loved beef, so he picked up several beef cuts.Then he headed over to the provision areas, hoping to get another pack of his favorite cereal, frostiles. There was only one left, he noticed already alarmed, he ran over leaving his cart and put his hand on the cereal box a moment too late, another hand was already on it, he looked down at the

“This is is not what we agreed on!” Cohen stated angrily as he slammed the small brown envelope on the table. It was a gambling booth, were the guys in the street usually gathered and gambled, smoked, fought, or made out with girls. Most times, whenever teenagers take to the streets, the next place they go to is the gambling booth where they hung out with older guys who would take them under their wings. From there they become part of a gang. At the same time, there were others who were independent like Cohen, and weren't under the tutelage of some other thing who felt like king. He had a lot of friends at the bard and booths, similarly, there were ones he wasn't really close to. Cohen was also very familiar among the ladies becaurhe was very good looking. Although he was someone one would call a street guy, but he never usually hung out at the gambling booth except he was there for some deals which of course had to do with money. Just like most street guys were, Cohen was also very

Damien woke up with a scowl and a headache.He had been enjoying his sleep too much and didn’t want to leave the bed.He rolled out of bed anyway, leaving Aria sleeping by his side and went to shower.He left for work early that morning, since he had missed a lot because of the days he hadn’t been at work.It was eight(8) am when Kai walked into his office, and he had been at work since six-thirty working; he had a lot to catch up on.“Good morning” Kai greeted him, as he walked inDamien rose his head from his laptop where he had been reviewing a report.“Good morning to you too” Damien said returning back to his work.“You’re back, I see” Kai said awkwardly, he had heard about the miscarriage, and he knew that Damien had left the house for a while, he hoped that Damien was mentally ready to continue work.“Yeah, obviously” Damien answered sarcastically, not raising his head from his laptop.“That’s not what I mean” Kai frowned at him,“So what do you mean?” Damien rose his head now

Soon enough, Cohen had managed to fight off all of them. The ones who had suffered minor injuries dragged away their unconscious friends into their truck, wondering what kind of man Cohen was, that he was able to fight off all of them. Cohen groaned in pain as he held on to a side of his stomach. He had also suffered blows and was even glazed in the stomach swkth a pocket knife. He took off his cloth and used it to stop his bleeding stomach. He scolded himself for having gotten into a fight for something that wasn't any of his business in the first place. “What the hell came over me? Shit! I don't have to keep doing this.”While Cohen was tending to his wounds, he heard soft groans beside the car, remembering that was the poor man he fought for. He held back the pain he was feeling and went to check on the Mr Actona, who has been seriously beaten. Cohen went into the car and try to start it, bit it didn't budge. He opened the bonnet to check out what was wrong with the car, and in a

Simply put, you're a pathetic gold miner!Like the poor misfortune that you are, I'm sure the only reason you're here is for the money.You think getting Terry attention by making his niece fall in love with you, shameless penniless girl?Terry will regret hiring such an arrogant, idiotic fool for her.Terry has me right now, so you better give up. You and other church mice don't belong in his life.As she combed her hands through her wet hair, Jessica sighed. As Ann's words came back to her, pouring over her and giving her chills like a truck load of ice, her heart was tightening in her chest.Unfortunately, Ann had a point. She was actually very poor, especially now that she was unemployed. Well, aside from the one she was performing inside the home. Additionally, she struggled to accept that it was a job. She didn't consider it to be a job even though the pay was good.She wouldn't be in this predicament if not for Flinn. Her hatred for him seemed to grow exponentially, outpacing th