He had never experienced the stability of a town long enough to foster meaningful connections, someone to rely on besides his father. A confidant, a companion who would understand his unspoken words and share laughter in the simplest of jokes.Alex's mother had departed this world when he was just a tender three-year-old. Memories of her remained etched in his mind—the warmth of her smile, the tenderness with which she scooped him up in her arms as he reached out to her.Though the years had slipped by, he could still recall her frail figure, confined to a sick bed, her once-vibrant countenance now eclipsed by pallor. Her feeble voice struggled to form words, and her weary eyes fought to stay open. Eventually, she succumbed to her illness, leaving Alex and his father behind.Since that heart-wrenching moment, their lives had been defined by constant movement. They were nomads, fleeing from an elusive threat, forever uprooted.Such was the tapestry of his upbringing—wandering from city
Jaden stood his ground, facing Drake with a determined glare, the smugness on his face intensifying. He was never one to shy away from a fight, even if the odds were overwhelmingly against him. The system demanded his participation in a battle he knew he couldn't win, but rewards the system was offering, was beguiling.Throughout his life, Jaden had found himself entangled in fights he was destined to lose. Each time, he emerged battered and defeated. Yet, that never deterred him from standing up for himself, and those round him.Drake, was his longtime nemesis, and had tormented him relentlessly, making his existence a living nightmare. But Jaden refused to bow to Drake's intimidations. In fact, it was precisely this defiance that fueled Drake's seething hatred for him."You never learn!" Drake growled, thrusting his hand forward in an attempt to grab Jaden by the hair. However, Jaden's instinct honed by past experiences kicked in, and he swiftly evaded Drake's grasp, narrowly escap
"Medic!" boomed the gym instructor's voice, shattering the collective daze that had gripped the spectators. A group of individuals rushed toward the makeshift ring, their footsteps echoing urgently as they attended to Drake's injuries.Hilda's voice trembled with disbelief as she blurted out, "Wha... What was that?" Her eyes widened in astonishment.Alex stood there, a knowing smile dancing across his lips, which soon transformed into a silent chuckle. He rubbed his palm over his face, shaking his head in disbelief. "He actually did it."Turning away from the unfolding scene, Jaden decided it was time to exit the ring. However, an unexpected burst of applause began, originating with a single clap and swelling into a thunderous ovation. Cheers, whistles, and chants of his name filled the air, cocooning him in a newfound sense of pride. Cameras clicked and flashed, capturing the moment, immortalizing his triumph.Jaden glanced over to where Alex stood, witnessing his friend beaming with
With determined strides, Major Philip stormed through the hallway, his face contorted with frustration. His secretary, clad in an ash-colored suit and a short skirt that grazed her knees, scurried behind him, struggling to keep up with his pace while delivering a barrage of information."Sir, our public support has plummeted significantly since the last report," his secretary informed him, her voice filled with concern.Without even sparing her a glance, Major Philip continued his brisk walk, though his reaction to the news was palpable. "What's the percentage?" he curtly asked, his voice tinged with urgency."We're down to thirty-five percent, sir. And the riots have been escalating, resulting in a higher mortality rate among our force," she replied, trying her best to keep up with his relentless pace.A pained sigh escaped Major Philip's lips, causing him to momentarily slow down. "Thirty-five officers killed in action within twenty-four hours," she added, emphasizing the severity o
In a grand chamber, suffused with the warm radiance of golden light, a group of dignified generals, adorned in military suits that exuded authority, gathered around a formidable table. The air crackled with tension as they settled into their seats, their expressions burdened with responsibility, aware of the gravity of the situation unfolding outside—riots and unrest gripping the nation, with civilians seemingly turning against the military under the sinister influence of the terrorist group.At the head of the table, a figure of utmost command, distinguished by regal attire denoting superior rank, sat the Commander in Chief. His presence alone exuding a strong aura which commanded respect, and as he glanced around the room, his piercing gaze captured the weighty atmosphere and the anxious anticipation of his advisors.General Reynolds, his voice tinged with genuine concern, broke the silence, addressing the Commander first. "Sir, the riots have erupted, and public sentiment is rapidl
Jaden sprinted frantically towards the city's hospital, located at the heart of Varia, the largest and most advanced medical facility in the area. The urgency of the situation propelled him to run instead of opting for a taxi. He needed to be at the hospital fast, and his racing thoughts prevented him from thinking clearly.His mother, his pillar of strength, was everything to him. Having lost his father, he couldn't fathom the idea of losing his mother too. The mere thought caused a sharp ache in his heart, intensifying his hurried footsteps as he weaved through the bustling hospital corridors.Despite his swift movement, Jaden didn't draw much attention. People were accustomed to loved ones rushing in, desperate to check on their family members who were suddenly admitted. The hospital staff had grown accustomed to the flurry of anxious visitors.Jaden had no idea what had happened to his mother, but the worried tone of Angel's voice on the phone heightened his anxiety. During his jo
Major Philip locked his gaze on the figure before him, his expression stern and unwavering. Slowly, the creature raised its blood-soaked head, revealing predatory eyes that pierced through the veil of hair obscuring its face. The intensity of its gaze made him wonder if it could still be considered human.As the creature stared back at him, its lips curled into a snarl, exposing a set of sharp, bloodstained canines. Major Philip's brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of astonishment and concern.Without warning, the creature lunged forward, moving with a reckless speed that defied human limitations. It charged toward Major Philip, its clawed hand swinging wildly, aiming to tear into him. However, Major Philip's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly evaded the attack, stepping back with agility. In a split second, he seized the creature's outstretched hand, holding it in place.Seizing the opportunity for a counterattack, Ma
Jaden sat in the waiting room, his head heavy with worry, his heart burdened with the fear of losing his mother. The world seemed overwhelming, threatening to plunge him into the depths of an orphan's despair, just as he was beginning to explore life's possibilities.As the door to the emergency room swung open, a middle-aged man clad in a white overall and glasses emerged, exhaustion etched upon his face. Jaden's heart leaped, urging him to his feet, a rush of desperation propelling him toward the doctor.He stood before the physician, his eyes brimming with a multitude of questions, but all he could muster was a pleading inquiry. "How is she?" His voice trembled with concern, clinging to the edge of hope.The doctor hesitated, his gaze flickering to the individuals gathered behind Jaden before returning to meet his desperate stare. The weight of the moment hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation."Answer me!" Jaden's voice cracked, his impatience breaking through. His grip on ho