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 Rancher was always sitting in his wheelchair, staring out the window of his small, dingy apartment. It was a gloomy day that matched his mood perfectly. Ever since he was a kid, he always felt like the universe was against him. Everyone in the orphanage had avoided him, talking behind his back that he was cursed. They believed that his presence brought misfortunes to those around him. Well, it all started when his parents died in a car crash when he was just nine years old. He was left alone at an early age and had no family to turn to. The Hope Orphanage took him in, but it wasn't long before he was adopted by a new couple. However, fate had other plans. They died too, and Brooke was left back in the orphanage. All alone once again. Kids in the orphanage started to bully him and call him names like 'Bad Luck Brooke, and 'JINX'. They also believed that he was the reason why the orphanage was almost burned down. As Brooke grew older, the bullying only intensified
"Everyone! This crippled boy thinks he's got a purpose in life. But he's nothing but a waste of spacing, got nothing to do with his life so he's resorting to scamming people with his fake fortune-telling nonsense!" Oliver said, and his voice was loud enough to draw attention from passersby. Brooke's eyes narrowed, but he maintained a calm tone, "I'm not a scammer, Oliver. I'm just trying to make a living. And my readings are free, so I'm not taking advantage of anyone." Oliver snorted, "Save it, Brooke. You're just trying to prey on people's superstitions. Don't believe a word he says, folks. He's cursed and his visions are just a bunch of make-up garbage." Brooke sighed heavily, "You asked me for your fortune and I just simply answered you. And I'm not forcing you to believe me but be careful anyways." Oliver's smirk faltered, "You're ridiculous. I'm not going to let some cripple wild imagination scare me." As Oliver turned to leave, his girlfriend Sabrina approached
"System, can you please bring me back to my apartment now?" Brooke begged, he was now exhausted as it seemed like no one was interested in his service. "Of course, Brooke. But before I do, I just want to congratulate you on making your first fortune telling today!" the system replied. Brooke let out a dry laugh, "Yeah, It was a real success. One client a day." "It's a good start, Brooke. And I have to say, I'm impressed that you managed to sell that amulet to Sabrina for 1000 dollars. You're a natural-born salesman." Brooke rolled his eyes, "I guess, I just got lucky." As he waited for the system to teleport him back to his apartment, his mind began to wander. He couldn't help but think about Oliver Miller, the bully who made his life a living hell in the orphanage. "I hope he's not in danger tonight," Brooke muttered to himself, and he also hoped Sabrina successfully made him wear the amulet, just in case. "You know, system. I never thought I'd say this but I ho
"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
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
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.
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.