Ryker Hartley, a young boy full of life and vitality, was deeply scarred by the loss of his dearest dad to some ruthless crime boss he never knew or heard about, at the age of ten.Because of the Hartley's family's legendary possession, he possesses- 'the Alex box'. (The Alex Box is a treasure trove that is said to contain unimaginable wealth for whoever possesses it. It contains, predominantly alexandrites, emeralds, a couple of glittering golds, and diamonds with scarcely a few other species of gemstones like onyx and rubies found in the Superstitious Mountains). Yes, history has it that there were irrecoverable treasures lost in there, but little did they know not all humans are very overt about their discoveries and achievements nor entertain the idea of clout chasing. This box was found and owned by Oakley D. Hartley, Ryker's paternal grandfather, and friends in the days of their youth. Back then, after viral news of many failed attempts by different search parties, Oakley, a

Suppose someone seems to care, and always showed up to lend you a hand, rescue you by any means possible, and understood your plights are worth being your friend, best friend even. As much as Ryker needed a friend irrespective of gender, since he had been mending his heart for better sane stability, and repressing the weaknesses of his temperaments to enhance his tolerance to fit in with the society's standards, He knew making friends would be necessary because leaving his past life behind had encapsulated him with a detestable life of boredom: not like when someone is feared and respected like the king of slave-masters. And talking of keeping friends, only a space for one he's got and it has been confiscated. Thereafter, no longer cared to create another for a myriad of reasons.Considering this inexplicable friendship aspect, Ryker's take on it was making it a medium of expressing his gratitude and reciprocating Jude's altruism. The thing is, but he never thought he would be im

His face lit up with delight as he heard his stomach rumble. Moving more swiftly than he would have expect himself to, in a matter of seconds, he was in the room, stripping off any unnecessary adornments and devouring the poor burger. Oh well, it should be happy it has got a precise, simple and predictable fate.As if being born into an unfriendly society isn't enough, unending contentions, oppression, and hostility unrelentlessly clawed at you.As he ate, he reflected on his life- the past and the present, unsure of what the future holds, he ruminated more anxiously.(Now he sees me as nothing but a damn pebble in his shoes, I'm not bothered about far worse things I could be to the world, but it hurts real bad from a friend, or anyone you undoubtedly build trust on.Because I remained unmoved and unyielding, I am a goddamn pebble?) He shook his head and hissed out loud.(I can only imagine what could happen for him to see me as a boulder then.)As he thought through his ordeal with

Indeed, a supermom she really is, her task of motherhood with no reliable partner to render due support must not be easy with that of work, yet, she was inclined to bear the cross fate had jettisoned upon her. Since Ryker's father had vanished from the face of the earth or so he thought then. His state of curiosity leveled with that of surprise, when his pregnant mom had come to pick him up, an unusual occurrence in those days, back from school.She looked horridly disturbed, and forlornly heartbroken, although, the then ten-years-old Ryker is no mind-reader, he sure knew the blithesome woman that mothered him.On that fateful day his mom brought him home to the news that his father was still nowhere to be found. (Like seriously? A whole grown-up dad?) He thought, "But he is not an object, can a man be lost?" He asked his physically and emotionally fatigued mother who had lost all might and appetite since two days her darling husband went missing.That was unbelievable! Ryker has h

He felt deprived. And had become so mad and toxic that he confronted law enforcers who dared stand in his way, Ryker believed he feared no one.And that has got him frequent forceful free rides to the police station and occasions of detention. Twice have he been apprehended by Mr. Fred himself who was the most lenient on him, for he did nothing other than talk, talked, and talked so much that it would bore him. But what Ryker found most annoying, is that he would not realize his ears no longer retain voices he didn't utter; not that he'd tell him. No, he wouldn't even look at him, just sat there, staring blankly on the table that demarcated them, as he patiently waited for his departing hour to come. Though he had been excited when a text popped up on his screen, almost a year ago.It was from an unknown sender, which read, "Hi, it's Jane." "Jane Maureen?" He had texted back... Hoping he didn't guess wrong."Yes, got your contact from Robert, a week ago when I was home to prepar