Closing the car door hard, Harper then walked unsteadily into her apartment. Actually, it was a condo, not an apartment, but she used to use the term apartment because previously she lived in an apartment. Long before she had enough money to buy a condo. But now she has a great job, a patient who trusts her, and money keeps flowing into her account. So she had decided six months ago to buy a condo that was nicer and bigger than her apartment.
The condo was built in the heart of Toronto City. The building has five floors. The area of each condo is one hundred and twenty square meters with very complete facilities inside. Gym, sauna, swimming pool, and playground for children, and there are facilities for pet care as well. In the past, Harper was lucky because she got the condo at a price that was not too expensive. One of her friends works in the marketing department. The man then gave her a twenty percent discount as well as the freedom to choose her unit.
So here sh
The sound of slamming the door was loud and shaking. The perpetrator who did it looked so messy and disheveled. The ragged duffel bag hung resignedly on his slumping shoulder. The look on his face was grim, as gloomy as the cloudy night sky. Once again he winced as another bout of headache started attacking him. A bottle of Jack Daniels and a few sips of scotch didn't get him drunk at all, but a bottle of Jack Daniels and a scotch managed to make his head pound even more painfully. "Damn that Pedro!" Axe cursed under his breath. His body rocked back and forth as he walked towards the door. For a few moments Axe held on to the door frame, he felt like the door was going to collapse on him. He shook his head several times, trying to get rid of the feeling of hangover from the booze he had been drinking earlier. He thought that by drinking a lot of alcohol he could get rid of all his problems. But it's not. Absolutely not! Pedro made threats that felt so annoying to him. My God, he c
“Read My Mind” Chapter 9 The remnants of last night's storm were still clearly visible in the courtyards of each house on Rue Des Marronniers. The wind gusts were accompanied by water that fell as if splashed from a large bucket in the sky. Maybe it was the celestial giant. Years ago, children were engrossed in the tales of Jack and the evil giant. They thought that above the clouds stood a magnificent castle where the giants lived. Jayden came out of the white-walled house. His yard now looks the same as his neighbor's yard. Dirty and full of fallen leaves. With a high-neck red sweeter, Jayden rushed to the small storage room beside his house to get cleaning supplies. "Kiddo!" That voice. Jayden knew very well who the owner was. Uncle Thomas! The big tall old man with a bloated stomach that looked like he had just swallowed a gallon was waving at him. “Last night a giant spilled a bucket of wat
Slipping a ten dollar bill to the valet, Alex then quickly got into his car and drove out of the parking lot of the Harper condo. This morning was more beautiful than any morning he had lived in his thirty-two years of life which could not be called good. There's nothing more beautiful than spending the morning with Harper while listening to her chatter about her favorite book. That book! The book he wrote himself five years ago. It's nice to know that the woman he loves so much enjoys every paragraph he writes through his imagination.Not entirely imaginary actually. The book almost tells the story of his half of life which has been tightly closed from everyone. The story contains eighty percent truth that tells the story of his life. The origin of Alexa
Like in heaven. The aroma of fragrant coffee mixed with the smell of warm chocolate donuts and paninis fresh out of the oven made Tyler's stomach immediately scream hysterically. Getting into a bustling Tim Hortons at eight in the morning like this is fun, but also a pain. It was a struggle for Tyler to get a table while waiting for his order to be delivered by the waiter as he had run out of their legendary panini as well as their signature chocolate donut. Yes, wait some more. But it was still better than having to keep thinking about his broken car. A loud crash a few minutes ago—which was actually almost an hour ago, had damaged the radiator duct. Throughout the journey when the car was towed, the water from the radiator never stopped dripping along the road in its path. But apart from a broken radiator tank, Tyler didn't have to worry about anything about his car. There was no other damage other than a slight dent in the front which he would take care of once he arrived in Toro
From the open doorway, Harper watched Heidi's physiotherapy process quietly. Besides her, Doctor George was as concentrated as Harper on assessing the extent of the therapy's success. Although Heidi has been trained little by little to walk while holding on to two iron bars installed in a special therapy room at her home, it seems that Heidi's legs are not strong enough to support her weight. Several times Heidi fell on the mat as her balance began to waver. And Harper usually flashed a reassuring smile at the little girl if she fell again from trying so hard to walk again. "She's a strong kid," said Harper to Doctor George. The bespectacled man turned his head briefly and nodded. "Doctor, can we talk in the living room?" "Sure." Doctor George followed Harper's steps into the living room. The long corridor in Alex's mansion seemed too long and endless as he walked through it in this long stiff silence. Harper Zoey very rarely engages in conver
“There is no information whatsoever regarding Bratt Miller. He wasn't born in Sherbrooke even though his mother, Johanna Miller, had lived there." Tyler kept talking to his men as he drove fast down Freeway 55. This very afternoon he decided to drive as fast as he could to Toronto so that he could sort out the Alma Emerson murder problem as soon as possible. His investigations today into Bratt Miller in the local police as well as the government archives did not lead to any information other than a bit of inconsequential information about the Miller family. But unexpectedly, this afternoon he will bring big news to Toronto about Alexander Enzo regarding his sad and strange past life. The death of his half-sister is considered a homicide. But the killer— who is his mother, was never found by the police. Even after the police tracked down Karina's boyfriend after the death of Alex's half-sister, the man said that he had not seen Karina since the night he took K
"Mr. Alex." "Hello, James." Alex sat at the bar counter and returned James' warm greeting. "Long time you didn't come as usual." "Yes. I have a lot of work to be done. Business and all kinds of draining problems.” While waiting for James to finish making him a drink, Alex looked around the bustling club. The stomping sound of music played by Trixxy made the dance floor even hotter. Men and women in sexy clothes are busy wiggling their hips while groping each other. At the very end of the table near the door, a man and a woman were sitting across from each other. Looks serious talking with a face that looks wrinkled. Maybe they were the only visitors in this club who looked serious when everyone was busy having fun. Switch to another corner, precisely in a section full of expensive sofas. Where executive men gather to talk things over. Alex knew these people, a government executive, a power company boss, a skyscraper boss, and a
The last chance given to Randal today should pay off. Yesterday Tyler had kindly contacted him, telling him that his sentence would be overturned if he could prove his worth as a capable police criminologist. The task Tyler had given him was still the same. Find information about Alexander Enzo! Even though Randal wanted to curse loudly and reject it, he had no other choice but to accept it. Willing or not, today he had to follow Alex again. Though the wounds on his face and knees were still sending out a very painful throb. He was consciously still afraid of Alex. He was sure his life would be even more chaotic if Alex managed to catch him again like before. So this time he had to be very careful. Or if it wasn't Alex who finished him, Tyler would dishonorably fire him. Sadly his career as a police officer came to an end. Before he even started. "Halo? Mr Lautner?” Randal had to scream to balance his voice with the stomping music that sounded very loud in the Rebel