Mikey Manila Novels & Stories

One Night with the Boss - Chapter 10 MASAMA pa rin ang sumpong ni Liam hanggang sa makarating sa malapad na bungalow-style one-storey house na nakatayo sa isang malawak na lote. Ang lokasyon ay luma pero kilalang subdibisyon sa Manila. Nanatili namang walang imik si Abigail habang nasa biyahe. Pumikit siya para maipahinga ang mga matang nanghahapdi.

Making their response slow or practically non-existent. Dawn cracked through the city’s fog ridden skyline. The storm had passed, at least for the meantime, weather reports said that another one was due in three days. H-6 was parked at one of the spire platforms, imposing mile high megastructures that usually held low cost residential blocks for a Megacorp’s temp labor force, contracted employees or “assets” as they were termed legally could find residence in one of the Domes, if they had space. Manila Pacific-Capital held a population of some 50 million cramped into a city scape meant to hold 15 million. “You want any shrimp on that burrito Arbiter?” The stall owner asked, his clothes stain

He wanted to know more and looked at his file. He found a residential address in Neo Manila. He copied it on a piece of paper, stood up, and left. Stevie lived in a wealthy subdivision in Benadryl City, formerly known as Makati City in the old days. It was the place where many rich people resided in Old Manila and remained the same until Neo Manila was founded. The Secretary was surprised that Stevie could afford to live there and was a bit jealous. He realized that Stevie had to have another source of income that he didn't know of, which looked to be a very moneyed one.

Man, what a happy past . "Mirchan? What are you thinking?" Mikey asked me. "Nothing. Just a happy memory of mine." I answer him. He eats taiyaki here at the shrine. "You? What are you thinking?" "Hm? Oh .. I'm thinking about her." Mikey replied. "Man, who? Which of the two?" I asked him. "Her." he replied. I gasped. Jeez, can't believe he's not yet over with Yen.

Yes, may fireplace si Kamahalan kahit wala namang winter sa Pilipinas at milya-milya ang layo ng Manila sa Bagiuo. After four knocks which is a signal to Jacques and V that I'm the one behind the doors,it opened. Seryosong mukha ni V ang bumati sa 'kin. Ewan ko ba dito pero never pa itong ngumiti sa 'kin.Madalang din sa patak ng ulan kung magsalita. Muntik ko na ngang pagkamalang pipi ang isang 'to noong una. I sighed, ba't ba ang suplado ng mga hot na guys?

Manila bay lang naman kasi ang napuntahan ko at malayong malayo ang itsura nito kaysa doon. Itim ang buhangin at tubig, hindi isda ang lumalangoy kundi basura at dumi. Hindi rin maaliwalas dahil maging doon ay magulo at marahas ang makikita. "How it so nice to be here." "And you can go back here anytime you want Hope." Nagugulat kong nilingon si Gideon at ang handlebar. "Bakit ka nandito sino ang mag mamaneho?" "Auto pilot."

Ngayon ang araw na uuwi na ako sa Manila para gampanan ang pagiging special cop. Ngayon pa lang ay namimiss ko na ang kasamahan ko rito. Napatingin naman ako kay senior Belly na nagiging emotional na naman. Ganyan talaga siya kapag may umaalis sa camp. Hindi ko masasabi na bading siya dahil matikas ang katawan niya at malapit sa mga babae. Ang iba ko pang mga kasamahan ay pinalibutan ako.

Mga iilang metro din ang pagitan ng mga ito, giving everyone the privacy that they need. Kahit gabi na, the road and those houses were just too bright for my puffy eyes not to see it. I made sure to bit my lower lip to stop my mouth to just stupidly gape at those views because heck! How could this place possibly exist in Manila nang hindi ko man lang nalalaman? Well, it was possible for this filthy rich people like this bastard at the backseat now, Sam. All I could do was just shook my head habang tinatahak pa namin ang pinakadulo ng lugar na'yon. The more upscaled part of that place.

He said. Surely not…everything? No. No. He couldn't. I gasped as his lips made contact with the corner of my mouth. But it was so faint, I thought I had dreamt it. "Everything." Mariano whispered, a lone finger trailed tantalisingly down my neck, "I know that you got bitten by a dog at nine." He was so close; I was barely breathing. "That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number."

C I T Y J A I L, M A N I L A P H I L I P P I N E S. O F F I C E Mike examined the pictures attached to the white board. The killings are in order, from the first crime that happened in 2006 and until the murder continued. This is the hot case he handled.