This evening, Brooke trudged wearily up the stairs to his apartment, he had just finished some grueling session with clients and all he wanted now was to collapse onto his couch and forget about the world for a while. But as he approached his door, he noticed something was off. The hallway seemed cluttered. Brooke's heart sank as he noticed that it was all of his belongings scattered outside, strewn about the hallways and stairs like trash. Everything was out there, exposed to the prying eyes of neighbors. "What the?" Brooke muttered, he spun around looking for some kind of explanation. Then he saw Mr. Scott, the landlord. He was standing by the stairs and had a smug look on his face. "Brooke? I have some bad news for you. The company that's been paying your rent, you know- the one that's been compensating you for that accident with the trailer truck?" "What about them?" "They've stopped paying your rent. Now that you're no longer crippled, they don't feel responsible fo
Brooke now stood tall and proud as he had invested in a sturdy tent and a beautifully crafted table, adorned with an assortment of charms that sparkled in the morning light. It was another day of telling fortunes and seeing charms and he was excited as he had the fortune teller system, his companion since the day he stumbled upon it. As he set up his stand, Brooke couldn't help but notice the curious glances from passersby. Some people did double takes, their eyes widening in shock as they took his transformed appearance. Gone was the frail, wheelchair-bound man they had used to see in the street. Brooke smiled to himself, knowing the fortune-teller system had been guiding him, providing him with valuable insights and rewards for his efforts. He had already sold 30 charms and the system had informed him that if he could reach 100, he would be rewarded with a blue pill that granted him a mysterious strength. Brooke was determined to reach his goal and to get the reward.
"I don't know how to thank you enough, Brooke. You're my savior!" Trevor was thankful. While Abigail on the side couldn't believe that Brooke was a friend of their boss. "Excuse me, Mr. Dawson, but I need to speak with you about something." "What is it, Abigail?" "It's about Lucy, I saw her take a customer's wallet and I'm sure she's been stealing from us now," Abigail said. Trevor's face darkened, "That's a serious accusation, Abigail. I'll need to speak with Lucy about this." "But I didn't do it, Mr. Dawson. Please, believe me!" Lucy protested. Abigail's expression turned smug, "We found the wallet in her pocket and that's enough evidence." Trevor looked torn, unsure of what to believe so he turned to Brooke, "I know you can know everything, Brooke. Can you tell me what's going on?" Brooke nodded and his eyes locked on Lucy's distraught face, "Lucy is innocent and someone has framed her." Abigail's eyes flashed with anger, but Brooke continued, "I can't tell the nam
Brooke tried to move his legs and to his surprise, they responded. He sat up in bed and the doctors around him were stunned, their mouths agape. Dr. Garcia, who had assisted him for months was speechless and had seen many patients in his career but never anything like this. With the help of the medical staff, Brooke slowly stood up from the bed, his legs trembled at first but as he gained confidence. He took a few tentative steps forward. The room erupted in cheers and applause as Brooke walked towards the door. "I need to take a walk," Brooke said. Dr. Garcia supported him, still looking stunned, "Be careful, Brooke." Brooke made his way out of the room, his legs carrying him down the hospital hallways. As he walked, he could hear the whispers and gasps of the hospital staff and patients. They couldn't believe their eyes, that the crippled man was walking again. Brooke felt freedom as he made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and took a long, hot showe
It was another day for Brooke to visit the hospital, for a check-up. He looked around and saw other patients like him and he hated the feeling of being confined to a wheelchair, but it was necessary for his recovery. While waiting for Dr. Garcia, he was starting to get anxious when he saw the raven-haired young nurse walking in his direction. "Hey, Brooke! It's nice to see you again! How are you feeling?" Ellie smiled. Brooke's face turned bright red as he stuttered out a greeting, he couldn't help but get shy around her. She was just so pretty and cheerful, and he felt like a mess in comparison. Ellie didn't seem to notice his awkwardness, though. She chatted with him easily as she checked his vitals and asked him about his pain levels. "Okay, Brooke, we need to get you down to radiology for some X-rays. Let's get you into your wheelchair and I'll push you down." Brooke nodded and was self-conscious as Ellie expertly maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room. As they made
Brooke sat in his wheelchair as he looked at the screen he could only see in front of him. 'System, is there anything that can help Trevor's wife and baby?' he asked. "I have accessed the database and found an item that may be of assistance. It's the life-saving amulet, imbued with the power of the philosopher's stone, it can help stabilize the woman's condition and ensure the baby's survival." Brooke's eyes lit up with interest, 'What's the cost of this amulet?' "The life-saving amulet is valued at 100,000 dollars," the system replied. Brooke turned to Trevor, "This amulet costs, 100,000 dollars," he revealed a delicate silver chain with a small, glowing stone pendant. "You have to make your wife wear it so that the amulets' power will activate," Brooke instructed. Trevor nodded frantically, "I'll make the payments now," Trevor pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Secretary, please, transfer one million dollars- wait, what was your name?" He turned to him.
One month had passed since the fortune teller's warning. Trevor Dawson walked into their mansion and was greeted by his wife who was reading a book in the living room. And she could sense something was amiss. "Darling? What's wrong?" Isabella asked. Trevor's expression was somber and he avoided her gaze, "I've brought something for you to sign." He said and pulled out a folder from his briefcase. Isabella's heart sank as she saw the divorce papers. She felt a lump form in her throat, but she refused to show any weakness. "I know that this is what your family wanted," Isabella said bitterly. She took the pen from Trevor and signed the papers with a flourish. Trevor's eyes flickered with guilt but he said nothing. He had made up his mind, and there was no going back. His family had been pressuring him to produce an heir and Isabella's inability to conceive had become a liability. As they parted ways, Trevor said his farewell, "Take care of yourself, Isabella. Stay safe.
Today, Brooke was in the hospital waiting room. flipping through an Archie comics. It had been seven months since the trailer truck accident that left him with broken legs but he luckily got a monthly check-up and treatment. "Brooke Rancher?" a nurse called out, her voice piercing through the hum of the waiting room. Brooke rolled his wheelchair and made his way to the examination room. Dr. Garcia, a kind-faced man greeted him with a firm handshake. "It's good to see you again, Brooke. Let's take a look at your legs." Dr. Garcia said his eyes scanned the X-ray images on the computer screen. Brooke watched as the doctor's expression changed from curiosity to astonishment. "Woah, I don't know how to explain this but your leg is healing at an incredible rate. The bones are reassembling themselves and the tissues are regenerating faster than I've ever seen before." Brooke's eyes widened and a smile spread across his face, "I knew it. The cookie is effective." Dr. Garcia
"I've been expecting you, Mr. Frederick Saunders," Brooke said and his eyes narrowed slightly as he sensed the man's aura. "You know my name?" Frederick's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Brooke smiled with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes, "I know many things, Mr. Saunders. Please have a seat." Fred sat down his eyes scanning the fortune teller's face. "I must say, I'm intrigued by your abilities. I've heard rumors, of course, but I had to see it for myself." Brooke leaned forward, and locked his eyes on him, "And what do you hope to gain from this reading, Mr. Saunders?" The old man snorted, "Well, I want to know if you're legit. If you're just some charlatan preying on the gullible, or if you truly possess some kind of gift." Brooke chuckled, a low, throaty sound, "Oh, Mr. Saunder, you want to test me? Very well. I shall indulge you." With a snap of his finger, Brooke conjured up a vision of Frederick's past. The old man's eyes widened as Brooke began to spe