Gersang Novels & Stories

he gestured with his hands. Siberia burst into laughter which surprised her very much. "Aish, obviously not, ew." "Daebak" "Well um, we haven't exchanged names" He jokingly played shock, reclining, "Bak Ganghan Yeong" "Siberia, Siberia Linson" "Woah, you're named after a region" he placed his hands over his mouth, going about as though in shock. "LMAO, my grandma named me. Always wondered why she choose that"

The seaport smelled like salt, diesel, and dangerous money. Massive shipping containers towered across the dockyard like metal buildings while cranes moved slowly overhead. Workers shouted instructions over the noise of engines and machinery while officers inspected paperwork with practiced boredom. Derek walked through the controlled chaos like he owned the entire coastline. Black shirt. Black coat. Black gloves folded neatly in one hand. Everything about him carried the same cold precision that made people move aside instinctively whenever he appeared. Paulo followed closely behind him, scanning the environment carefully while two more men trailed at a distance.

Short distance routes for the love of the people’s plaza. In the land of guavas and legato-linked pabasas. Far gone since you left this town and its parish kisses traded for maple leaves. The green tufted Garcia garden behind the churchyard - not even the interstate 3AM tapsi can match. Seattle. Toronto. Burkina Faso. Look, we don’t have the places so let’s not talk about getting lost. Let’s talk about our national tɹaɪsɪkəl

“Not even close.” Below, Sergei’s men watched the helicopter disappearing into the night. One of them raised a phone to his ear. “They got away,” he said, his voice low. “But it won’t be for long.” A dark chuckle echoes through the line. “Good. Let them think they’ve won.” To be continued...

We tried every possible interpretation we could think of, turning it over in our minds. Finally, Dominic threw his hands up with a groan. "What could these numbers even mean? It doesn’t look like any kind of address!" I leaned back against the sofa, frowning. "Exactly. It’s way too short to be a location. Unless..." "Unless!" Chen interrupted, eyes lighting up as a new idea struck him. "Unless it’s not *Gang* with an A—it could be *Geng* with an E!" I blinked, tilting my head. "But they sound the same!"

"I'll make it up to you guys for sure." "Of course, you are," Darcy said, giving him a pat on his leg. "So you need to prepare Christmas gifts, birthday presents and Marcy won an award at school. I can make a list, if you want." We all laughed and Higan reached his hand out to my dad. "This might be late but it's nice to meet you, Mr. Martin. My name is Higan Parker and I'd be glad if you remember me because I will be marrying your son."

Within six hours of partaking in the drudgery, the task was completed. Their next move was obvious – to move on and continue life’s journey. They had to leave Muzagah. No one could dare to remain there. Who knew if the Suramites would return! The men eased their butts on the ground, forming a circle. They clasped their hands together in a chain and conducted a one-minute prayer for the dead. Afterwards, they began to chatter away their time. It was necessary to soothe their hearts.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

Suddenly, they hear a loud explosion that the whole room is shaking, but good grief, they are just fine. “What was that?!” Alfi asked shocked. “Wait!” Kartika said untying her pendant and pressing the sapphire. She sees Gedung Sate (Literally meaning: Sate building but the name is Gedung Sate anyway, Sate/satay is meat skewers, commonly chicken or lamb with peanut or sweet soya sauce dressing. Just Google it) which has been changed. The building which is known as Gedung Sate is covered by grilled meat, looks like mixed of chicken and lamb. Hmm, I”m hungry...

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.