"I'll start working with you tomorrow," the text from Rachel read.After sending her my address, I set my phone aside and gazed at Celeste, who was sleeping peacefully beside me. She possessed a lovely face, but she appeared excessively thin for her age. Perhaps she wasn't getting the right nutrition. I had to ensure that I took the best care of her going forward.As for Victoria, I inquired with a staff member, and it was confirmed that she was battling cancer. However, no one knew the extent of her remaining time, and the team was putting in their utmost effort to support her due to the complexity of her situation.I learned from a more senior staff member that Victoria used to be a model when she was young but had fallen victim to drugs and lost everything. It was no surprise that Celeste was also stunning.Lying beside Celeste, I drifted into a restful sleep, preparing for the busy day ahead.***The tranquility of the early morning was shattered by the sound of loud banging at th
I was collecting human garbage in the front yard. I pulled the 8 thugs and laid them on the gate. Their cries of pain echoed, trapped in broken bones and their futile attempt to escape. I lingered there, my gaze fixed on the empty street, anticipating the arrival of another thug. Time ticked by, stretching the possibility that he might not dare to confront me, especially with his comrades incapacitated.“Hei,” I called out, nudging Jack with a firm kick at the very spot where his bone lay shattered. “Please do tell me, do you still have any friends left?”“We... don’t have friends anymore…” His voice quivered, his eyes wide with terror, reflecting his shattered spirit.As I stood there, surveying the horizon, letting passersby witness the defeated men strewn before me, I noticed Rachel. She ambled down the street, her eyes scanning addresses, searching. “Rachel, I am here,” I beckoned, waving to capture her attention.Rachel's eyes finally met mine, and she quickened her pace. "Sir, I
"Boss," Rachel called out."You can just call me Alex," I responded."I still favor addressing you as 'boss,'" Rachel responded, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of red. Her gaze briefly averted, as though she were wrestling with the significance of the term. "It gives me the sense that I'm genuinely engaged in my work.""Well, suit yourself," I said with a shrug. "What's the problem?""Your car," she hesitated, her eyes darting to the Ford. "I think it's too big for me. Do you have something smaller?"My Ford, a true embodiment of masculine design with its robust body, had always been a source of pride for me. Driving it was like commanding a ship on an asphalt sea. And when I walked out from the car, people would see me as a young successful guy, which raised my popularity a bit. But I understood that for Rachel, something more compact, smaller, sleeker, and manageable would be preferable, especially if she was to be entrusted with taking care of Celeste."Well, you're right. Since
This school was really big and could fit over 3,000 students who were only in grades 10, 11, and 12. It had three large buildings, each with four floors. The middle building was for grade 10, while the buildings on the right and left were for grades 11 and 12. There were two main entrances: one in the front and one in the back, both with parking lots on both sides.The sports facilities, which included a soccer field and basketball courts, were strategically positioned in the middle of the high school, at both the front and back, ensuring convenient access for physical activities.As I meandered through the sprawling grounds of the school, a sense of nostalgia mixed with a newfound curiosity washed over me. Despite spending three years of my past life here, there were corners and secrets of the school I had yet to uncover.In my pastime, I only used the front gate, as it was the one most people used, especially those who were well-off. As for the back gate, I rarely used it, as it see
The pretty girl cast a fleeting glance at my superbike, her eyes tracing its sleek lines with a mix of curiosity and awe. She turned to me, her gaze inquisitive, and asked, “Do you rich?”“Kind of,” I replied, the corner of my mouth lifting in a half-smile.“Give me $200, no $300,” she boldly requested, her voice carrying a hint of daring.She was like a red flag of impatience, her eyes glinting with a mix of hope and skepticism. I reached into my wallet, the leather creaking slightly under my fingers, and pulled out three crisp $100 bills. Handing them over, I watched her expression transform.“Wow, thank you,” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “Now I am good.”[You get 3,000 positive karma.]Satisfied, I nodded, “Alright,” and revved up my superbike, the engine's roar cutting through the air. I sped away, leaving her behind, but not far down the road, I encountered the long-haired girl walking home, each step laden with weariness. She was the girl contemplatin
"I think it is time for me to use the ‘sex analyze eyes’ on her," I mused quietly to myself, focusing intently to her. And the transparent screen appeared on her.[ Sexual activities: 54 timesPerson in connection: 2 ]I attempted to gather more information from her, but honestly, we are total strangers. She didn't even share her name, which keeps us as complete strangers. However, I could deduce from her uniform that she was in her final year of high school, approximately 19 years old."Then, let's have a bath," I suggested, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.Internally, I was sighing heavily. Reflecting on my own past, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. My first experience with sex was at the age of 30, delayed by my fear of commitment. Back then, concepts like casual relationships or sex without love were foreign to me. I believed firmly in the notion that if you had sex with someone, you were obliged to marry them. To do otherwise would be to tarnish their purity i
"I apologize, but I cannot share a space with a man." My voice echoed with a firm undertone as I approached them. "Would you kindly leave while I maintain my composure?"Two college-aged men stood there, one lazily draping his hand over my shoulder, smirking. "And if we don't want to leave, what will you do?" he taunted. His breath emitted a strong odor of smoke."If necessary, I'll involve the police," I replied, maintaining a calm demeanor.The first man, his laughter still hanging in the air, lunged at me, aiming a fist at my stomach. Anticipating this, I swiftly dodged and countered, striking him at the base of his neck. His attack faltered as I evaded it. The second man attempted to intervene, but I reacted quickly, delivering a precise kick to his groin. I could almost hear the crack of his balls. They both let out the sounds of painful groans.The other two, seeing their companions falter, rushed towards me. With swift precision, my hand shot out, striking one in the nose with
As my superbike gracefully glided along the city road, it effortlessly overtook the fast-moving cars one by one, skillfully weaving through traffic at high speed, its engine producing a melodious purr. With the wind tousling our hair, I keenly sensed the presence of the lovely girl clinging to my back as we ventured into the slum area. Upon reaching the expansive parking lot of the orphanage, I smoothly brought the bike to a halt, the engine's rhythm gradually fading into a quiet purr.“What are we doing here?” the girl inquired, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and uncertainty as she dismounted from the bike.“Just follow me,” I responded, noting the subtle changes that had taken place at the orphanage. New items, small but significant, hinting at subtle improvements.An old woman, clad in religious attire, emerged to greet us. Her eyes, warm and wise, met mine as she quickly shook my hand. “Last time we haven’t properly said thanks to you. Please, have time; we will sing yo