Todos los capítulos de Alan Poza (The mad man of Valencia): Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Winter was in full swing and the ground was being covered with layers of thick snow. The cold was bone chilling and it actually became a brazen act to step out of the house with the temperature dropping below zero degree. With the sun nowhere near the skies, smell of baked goods and hot beverages wafted from every house as no one actually dared to step out and Alan's house was no exception.The heaters were turned on full blast and even fireplaces were on, yet you could still feel the cold once in a while and everybody slept in every morning but this morning a tiny happy boy zapped through the house, jumping on every body to wake up, it's his birthday and no one was allowed to sleep in on Zachary's womb escape day. It started with jumping on his mother who tried to wrangle him into a cuddle after so many kisses and wishes but he was all bouncy if that was one way to describe it and Freya had to get up and get ready for her little man's big day.The second person was his sister who ac

A doctor came out of a ward with a solemn look on his face and faced the group of the O'Hagan women and Alan.Freya sprung up, her reddened eyes begging for some sort of relief for her pain but the look on the doctor's face was not giving her that hope.“Parents of Zachary McIntyre?”, he asked them, his eyes looking at each of them.Alan carried a tired Pippa in his arms who had fallen asleep on Freya after hours of waiting and he had to take her at some point since everyone was tired too.“I am his mother”, she said.The doctor looked at Alan and back at Freya and sighed.“I'm sorry I just… You are all his family. Come with me please”, he requested and started towards his office and all of them followed him until they all got settled in his office, Alan still carrying Pippa and standing beside a scared Freya who was seated on one of the two chairs, Lauryn on the other one and Bridget standing behind the two of them, their hands clasped together.He looked at all of them and sighed ag

Stephan walked through Hyde park with his hand stuck in his pants pocket and his phone in his ear. He was meeting a group of three men and two women in an apartment around there and he was close from the look of things.England was looking, well how England would look during winter and the cold was bone chilling, Stephan made a wise choice by rocking a coat, a hat on his head with leather gloves on his hands.He got to the entrance of the ordinary looking apartment building and checked himself in.He knocked on the door and waited for a response from the other side.“Who?”, a female voice asked.“My God. Are you a dog?”, Stephan sighed exasperated.The door opened to reveal a slender woman with a dark makeup going on, a crop top showing off her toned stomach and her fake blonde hair completing the look. The minute she saw Stephan she straightened.“Sir. Wasn't expecting you around now”, she said, making way for him to enter the apartment.“I see”, Stephan said, looking around the diso

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENTTip tap. Tip tap. Tip tap. The steady dropping of water on a wet surface could be heard all through the dingy cell. To the left there was a toilet and a very little shower stall, the room was pure mockery to it's occupant. What was left of the formerly handsome Christian Gerard was broken limbs and a swollen face. The toilet and shower stall were entirely useless since he didn't have the limbs to go, he did his business on the bed, emitting a very offensive smell in the whole room and everyday he was punished for doing his business on the bed.The guards would come in and whip him with belts and animal tails for finding him in a pool of his own excreta and urine that would explain the angry welts all over his body. He would be dragged down from the bed, dump him in the shower stall, and they would strip the bed and dump clean sheets on his bed.The excruciating pain of having to crawl around with his busted knees, broken shin bones, dislocated ankles and two

King of hearts subtly looked around him before immersing himself in a crowd of people who were crossing the rather busy street.It's that time of the year where people forget about the previous festivities and gets thrown back into a chaotic life. The snow was rapidly clearing up, Christmas decorations were already taken down given that it was early March and it was looking out of place and something else did look out of place.In the ancient times, depending on the empire or colony, punishment for traitors ranged from disembowelment, dismemberment, torture until death, infact many wicked procedures that even went as far as killing the traitor's family. Even in modern times, traitors are not smiled at and the law comes down heavily on them.Vendetta, since the time it was formed has never had a person brazen enough to betray the cult so till date, the punishment that Vendetta prepares for traitors is a mystery, a mystery that nobody is eager to uncover.King of hearts might beg to dif