Three days ago, Ivan was shot by the woman he was actually starting to care for and grow feelings for, this was beyond surprising to him and he had found it hard to believe it even happened. After Jenna stole a gun from an officer and shot Ivan, another police officer immediately cocked his gun and shot her and it hit her in the left side of her stomach. This was enough to make her drop to the ground after losing blood. "How dare you look like him? This is all your fault..." She cried in a muffled tone as she laid on the ground. She watched Ivan being carried away on a stretcher after the ambulance arrived and hot tears sipped from her eyes. She hated herself at that moment, despised the woman she had grown to become. She didn't pray or hope to become like that, it all started one bitter evening when she got home after a stressful day at work. "Good evening mom, good evening dad. I hope your day was at least twice as good as mine, which means a little better because my day was...

"What can we do to help?" Mia asked as she climbed down from Ivan's bed. "What can I do to help actually? He must remain in bed." "I don't think you can help, she fell into the water at the valley of geysers and drowned before they found her but she is still holding on to her last breath, I have to go now!" She exclaimed before running off. She closed the door before leaving and Ivan and Mia stared at each other. "Why did she explain the whole thing when she won't need our help?" Mia asked. "Just in case we come across a doctor, maybe under the bed or somewhere." Ivan said and Mia chuckled at his sarcastic response. She went back to him and he cupped her face in his palm and pulled her closer to his face then planted a light kiss on her lips. As he wanted to kiss her again, the door knob jiggled and it caught their attention, they immediately separated before the person at the door came in."Alfred!" Ivan exclaimed with a big smile on his face."Young meter Wayne!" Alfred sighed w

Ivan froze for a second, what was the bloody little adorable Andrews daughter up to? What could she possibly need the help of a poor servant that he was supposed to be to do? "Will you help me?" Her soft and angelic voice interrupted his thoughts."Let me hear it, no promises though." He loosened up a bit."Thank you." She said with a smile."But I won't steal or kill for you and if you want to ask me to sleep with you then you might as well forget it!" He sternly said."I am not going to ask you to sleep with me so calm down and I can handle my own bills okay?" She said with an expression that asked the question, do you understand?"Fine then, no promises still. Let me hear it and make it quick because I really have to go because Alfred can be really... What's that word I was going to use again?" He asked himself as he stared into the air like the word he was looking for would just randomly float by. "Annoying? Pestering? Difficult? Hard nut to crack?" She stated with yet another

A woman that looked in her late thirties walked up to Mr Andrews one bright morning as he and his family were heading to a restaurant. As they got down from their car to enter the restaurant, the woman ran up to them and fell to her knees. "Please sir, I am very hungry and my child is yet to eat as well, can you please help me?" She pleaded. A little boy was standing a few steps away from them and he appeared to be the woman's son. He stared at his mom as she begged Mr Andrews for money but didn't go to her. China was only a little girl then when it happened and she stared at the woman as tears rolled down her face then back at the little boy who just stared at them."Please sir, just help my little boy." The woman pleaded as she bowed down on the floor, holding on to the tip of his trouser."I have no money to give to the likes of you who are able bodied but refuse to work." Mr Andrews said to the woman."No sir! That is not how it is, I am doing everything I can so my son can bec

The evening air was cool and light, and there was a gentle breeze blowing, rustling through the leaves and creating a soothing sound to China's ears as she strolled down the road. "In English, soiree means “a fancy evening affair.” The word comes directly from French and was formed from the word soir, meaning “evening” or “night.” The French make a subtle distinction between soir, which refers explicitly to the time of day following sunset, and soirée, which refers to some duration of time, usually translated as “evening.” English speakers don’t use different words, but we understand the difference between “I’ll see you tomorrow evening” and “We spent the evening playing cards”—one refers to a time of day and one refers to the passage of time. "From the idea of a period of time evolved the second meaning of soirée: a party that takes place during the evening. As is typical for words that have been borrowed from modern French, soiree in English signifies the fancy version of a simple