Novelas y relatos de Redeemed

I said walking up to the door opening it to see a man with a blue delivery shirt on . "Hi thanks for bringing my delivery, you can just place them over there to the right." I said pointing. " Yes ma'am" he said walking off the porch back to his truck opening up the bed then he lowered it down. Walking back into the house letting him do his job without me peking over his shoulder . I waited till he was done so I decided to check some websites that sell dance poles. I only found two sites that ship and the price was reasonable so I ordered one of each of the two I liked. By the time I was done, so was the delivery man. So for his work I made him a glass of lemonade that I made yesterday.

he explained, looking serious. “What the fuck?” Ayesha, immediately cussed, her forehead creasing at Xenoah’s explanation. “You're really bad in explaining Xenoah… it’s really bad,” she said, shaking her head. I know he did it on purpose because it wouldn’t be good for my wife to find it emotional. I only smiled at him to which he secretly responsed the same way. “Well, after your recovery, I’ll just be waiting for the list of your friend’s favorites and hobbies. That’s enough payment me,” he said and winked before taking his leave.

Marissa looked up at him, still in disbelief. He nodded, "I realize that Jade moving out may put you in a predicament; consider this reimbursement for whatever inconvenience it may cause." "This is a large amount of money..." She looked to Miguel and then to Jade, pleading for an answer. Should she accept the check? "I can't accept this. There's no way I could ever repay you." She placed a hand over her chest and gulped. "It's not a loan," he stated, "I don't expect you to repay a cent."

I whined out. “Alright. Enough. Don’t cry,” he gently said and wiped my tears away. “I am old enough and I already handed over my retirement to the heavenly realm and they already agreed. I only wanted to see you before I take my leave and give this to you.” He took something out from his sleeves. I blinked several times upon seeing the round thing in his hand, a badge for freely entering the portal. My nose crinkled and I looked at him, “No, I won’t accept it. I’m not going to the human world. Don’t leave me, Master!” I blurted out like a baby.

A female news anchor's face appeared on the screen, her expression solemn and concerned. "Good evening, I'm Sarah Lee and I have some breaking news for our viewers. A new casino in Clyde, Marion, has been the target of gang violence. According to eyewitnesses, the bar was burnt down by members of a notorious gang in the city. The police are investigating the incident and are warning the public to stay away from the area."

She did her best to be friendly as she wiped away the tears. “Well, my mustang is parked over there, it has a little horse on the front, you know, we knights were forced into the modern age with the rest of you, you should count yourself lucky, otherwise that tissue there would be the same handkerchief I offered to all the fair maidens. Imagine the snot.” He was happy to see that he made Holly laugh. “In that case, thank goodness for pocket size tissues, you can recue 24 damsels for the low low price two dollars.” Holly laughed.

But then, a soft click echoed through the room, and the pedestal emitted a faint glow. “You did it,” I said, turning to Marcellus. He didn’t look relieved. “It’s just the first step,” he said grimly. “There’s more to this.” The pedestal began to shift, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside was a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid and a note. Marcellus snatched it up, his eyes scanning the text. “‘One down, two to go,’” he read aloud, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger.

“What’s the real prize for you in this… crucible?” Aiden looked down at his hands, calloused and scarred. “Redemption, I guess. My family… we built something from nothing. I was young, arrogant. I made a bad deal, trusted the wrong people. I want to make it right. To prove I’m not the failure who lost it all.” He met her eyes. “The credits would buy back our holdings. But proving I can still fight… that I can still protect what matters… that’s worth more.”

the delegate asked, her voice skeptical. ​"We want you to trade your 'Wild Desires'," Elias interrupted, his voice a low vibration that made the glass mirrors tremble. "A 'Silver-Credit' is earned when a community solves a problem without using 'Zero-Pulse' logic. It’s earned when a doctor heals a patient with the 'Sweetness' of the mountain, or when an engineer builds a bridge that doesn't disrupt the silver-veins. We aren't trading resources. We’re trading 'Impact'."

a woman dressed as a nun asked. "That's right. You're dead. Your souls were dragged into this death game." Brad shrugged. "But don't lose hope. If you clear the game, you get to live again." The screaming and shouting stopped. All eyes turned to them, filled with a new sense of hope. "To be resurrected, you need to collect 'Redemption Points.' 9,999 of them, to be exact," Jessica continued. "But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get."