Crimson Break

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, CREATIVITY, AND IMAGINATION.NAMES, CHARACTERS, BUSINESSES, PLACE EVENTS, AND INCIDENTS ARE ALL PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION AND CREATIVE THINKING.ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR EVEN THE INCIDENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THE STORY OR ACTUAL HAPPENING ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL.UPLOADING, SCANNING, OR ANYTHING CONSIST OF COPYING THIS STORY IN ANY FORM (printing it out, recording, etc.) WITHOUT MY CONSENT IS CONSIDERED ILLEGAL (even if the story is not that famous, it's still a crime to plagiarize someone's work. It's called stealing someone's work, you know it) BY LAW OR NOT, IT'S ILLEGAL.THE SUPPORT, READS, VOTES, AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED BY THE AUTHOR. POINTING OUT SOME WRONG GRAMMAR, SPELLING, ETC. TYPOS, I'LL GLADLY ACCEPT IT. HELPS ME TO WRITE BETTER AND IT TOUCHES MY HEART DEARLY THAT YOU READ MY STORY WORD BY WORD.ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I'M SORRY IF YOU ENCOUNTER SOME WRONG GRAMMAR AND TYPOS.PLEASE ENJOY READING,

♧THE PARENTS♧Carl Hamilton, is a 44 year old Doctor of Ledesma Hospital. As a doctor, his job to maintain people's health balance and to help those who needs his medical professionalism but in return he barely goes home in so much busyness. He may go home but in very late time in the evening and go to his work very early in the morning.He's working on a private hospital which is known for people's accolades, praising their alertness and readiness when it comes to their patients and emergencies.Amy Hamilton, is a 43 year old spouse of Carl. She's a home based teacher about Personal Development.She chose to work at home for some reasons and one of them is to take care of her children that is so hard to maintain the peacefulness between themThe couple have 4 children as they've been together for about 19 long years now.Carl's parents have an ancestral house at the end of the country, which heired by him and r

♧THE ONLY SON♧   Baxter stayed quiet and peaceful while playing scrabble on his phone when a knock on his door broke it. He glance outside from the open window, not bothering the disturbing sound from the door.   Green color of the leaves connected at the brown color of the thin and thick branches of the trees. It's roots grasped at the ground full of dead leaves that fell from the trees.   No one to sweep it out. No one bother to for it makes the place more... province like. It makes the peacefulness of everything break when the crisp sound it makes once you step on them.   He closed his eyes and hear the hushed sound of the whistling music of the air, making the trees dance with them as the silent whoosh of air brings music to his ears.   This is peace. This is what he's been looking for, silence.   A knock again broke the silence. "Baxter?" The one who kno

♧THE HIDDEN MONSTER♧ In a peaceful farm where crops and trees of fruits are planted, lives in beauty and serenity. Green, brown, red, yellow and so many colors, colorful but it's filled with so much darkness. Plantations built in hard work, simple huts where the workers and farmers stay in. Simple yet rich in gossips and secrets. Everything is paradise except for someone who lived his life in... ire. As of what he's thinking of. Everyone lives in peace, peace in so much sin and betrayal. So foolish of everyone to think that it would stay that way, for someone hides a bomb that's bound to explode anytime. There's this someone who literally curse his whole life, not himself but to what his fate have gone. He's blinded. He censured everyone involved within his conclusions but never thought of himself. "Son, can you please help us with these? Your Father is getti

♧THE ADOPTED ORPHAN AND THE CRIMES♧ "Hey big brother Lukan! What have you got?" Asked by a little boy to the 16 year old Lukan. "I received a custard yellow hoodie with an extremely weird extra patch on the chest." He replied ad he carry the little boy to sit him at his lap. "What's yours, Frankie?" Frankie lifted the blue toy truck and a police toy car that lits light like the real police cars does also the sound. "Look what I've got, Lukan! These are so cool!" "That's really cool, Frankie! Did you say thank you to them?" Lukan checked Frankie's toys before messing the boys hair. "Of course! Aunt Annabel told me so." The little boy grinned showing his missing tooth in front. "Very good!" "And Lukan, Charlie's out of the orphanage now. He was adopted by a couple yesterday. No one will bully us anymore." Frankie happily reported the news t