《RELINQUISH》Chapter 19.5
Advertisement
“Where... The fuck... Have you been!? You dumb!?” My stepmother warmly welcomes me.
“Oh… Hi there, Fanya… Where’s Deo?”
Smiling kindly, I walked past her, who was leaning against the door outside her room. I have successfully summoned the first NPC, now for the second and also the last person.
“I don’t know where that guy is… Hey! Answer my question first!”
“Alright… Brief synopsis! I met many good people out there and together, we did many grueling adventures over the course of several days… Sure it’s tiring but the good thing is, they always give me candy every time that has been scheduled... So, no need for you to be worried, stepmom. your little angel called by the name of Daniel is completely fine.”
“Stepmom?!”
“Now where is Deo? I want to take the two of you out for a walk while buying me a new phone. That way, you don't have to worry about me anymore.” Speaking in the tone of a kindergartner, I searched all around the boarding house… But he was not anywhere.
“Hey you! Try to call his number. Fast!” I pointed right at Fanya's big forehead.
“Ah, about that, ya know... Actually… Uh…” Somehow Fanya looks so disturbed… So then I asked her about it. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh! I just changed my sim card, so I don't have his phone number right now… Yeah, that’s how it goes.”
“Why do you have to be so nervous just to say that thing? Take it easy, Because I still remember his phone number... So just call him already.”
“How can you remember numbers when…”
“There are only ten digits in number. While the alphabet has twenty-six and the number of words in the dictionary is in hundreds or even thousands… So…”
Advertisement
“Okay shut up already! Just give me his number!”
Then I gave her Deo’s number.
Now they are on the phone. “Hey, um… It’s me, Fanya. Listen… What? Whatever. Just listen to me. Daniel is here out of nowhere and he invites us both to go downtown… Night? Yeah I think that’ll be okay. Sure… Bye.”
“Seven. He will come at seven… So…”
“Aw… But it's still five o'clock! Now I kinda feel like eating something... You cooked something for this afternoon, right?”
“Yeah… You want some? They’re still warm.”
“Please!”
“Good… Then come in.” Fanya opened her bedroom door, inviting me to sit inside while she prepared something on a plate.
“You must already know that I can actually take the rice on my own, right? At least?” I try to peek at the busyness that she has, while sitting twirling her study chair.
“No, I don't want you to see something that you shouldn't see in my room…”
“What? Heavy barbell sets? Make sense.”
“Can you say that again? But with a little more courage.”
“No…?”
“Then just shut up.” She laughs.
Again, I’m having a daydream while looking out the window frame even though there is nothing out there that can spoil the eye. But then, “Here…” Fanya comes with a warm plate of her own home-cooked meal.
“Do you really think that I'm drying my clothes out there right now?”
“It’s not it… But Seeing a window wherever I am, feels like it has become a habit that I can't get rid of by myself.”
“Wow… I never knew that one.”
“You didn’t?”
“Because that’s too random, you dumb…” This girl hit me on the head in anger.
After I finished eating, my eyes then examined each side around the room. A normal one, unadorned and without items that can be said girly. Fanya’s laying her body, relaxing on the bed. Playing with her smartphone, sometimes laughing after watching a few videos when It was getting darker…
Advertisement
Here I just remained silent, enjoying the fresh breeze from the window in the same room with her. That’s when she suddenly threw her cell phone on the table, then Fanya told me her thoughts. “Can I tell you about something that might sound a little disturbing?”
“Anything’s okay.”
“You know? Yesterday I saw some corpses lying on the street near campus… The police didn't want to come, no until a few hours after the killers finally fled from the scene. It was really scary! And... And the funny thing is that no one dared to do anything other than just stay away and not interfere with the incident… When there is still a possibility if the victims are still...”
“Because that was the only best option they have.”
“But I really want to do something! Don’t you?!”
“What the fuck?! No! How can you even think about that?! Too dangerous, woman! Just don’t!”
“Because I also heard the same thing actually ever happened in our hometown, a few days right before you arrived here… Or also about that fire… About the things you've been through. I just can't believe that things like this have become commonplace overseas. Honestly, I was really scared... Especially when you've been missing for three days… Again!”
“My bad… But that’s why we need to buy that new cell phone for me.”
“Well... Alright then.”
Someone is knocking on the door…
“That must be Deo… So, you ready to go?” I stood up from the chair, asking to make sure if she was doing fine.
“Yeah… I’m good. Let’s go…”
~~~~~
Advertisement
- In Serial134 Chapters
The Merchant Prince Book 1: Returning Home
Enter a world of deceit and assassins. Augustus DeCastellian is a member of a wealthy merchant family, with ports all over the known world. He is sent on a voyage to new lands to open trade routes, but when he returns he will need to fight, using his tools of manipulation and cunning, for what he is owed.Author's note: This story is somewhat slow-paced, especially in comparison to the norm on Royal Road. The first three chapters act almost as a prologue, to give you a feel for what the rest of the story will be like. So, I suggest new readers try to get to the end of chapter 3 before deciding if this story is for them.A few of my reviews have said that this story is abnormal for Royal Road. I agree with that sentiment, at least based on what I've read on the site. It was just an idea that was in my head, that I began trying to write once my hobbies were cancelled due to the virus. I found Royal Road after I started writing it. Honestly, it's probably not even tailored for the web-novel format. But it's the story I wanted to tell. Discord: https://discord.gg/sk63gep
8 386 - In Serial192 Chapters
Killing Tree
When your day goes to hell and you find yourself kidnapped, strung up from a magical tree, and left to bleed out, what do you do next? Asking for a friend. Fortunately, Riordan Kincaid is a tough, gives-no-fucks honey badger shifter. Unfortunately, now that he's survived the first attempt, a death mage and their cult are determined to finish the job by whatever means necessary, pursuing Riordan across the wilds of rural Michigan. Ghosts and spirits are outside of his specialty, and heaven help him if he has to cast actual spells, but Riordan isn't going to make this easy on his enemies. Even if that means breaking his long exile, turning to the local shifter community for help, and dealing with a bureaucratic department of mages. And don't even get him started on getting licked by a damn spirit bear. Now he just needs to figure out what will kill him first: his enemies, his past, or his own attempts at using magic? Or will Riordan beat the odds and prove that honey badgers really are that hard to kill? If so, what will he do with a life once hung upon a tree that's more than a tree? [Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] [Updates Monday, Wednesday, Friday (updating daily during writathon)]
8 185 - In Serial54 Chapters
#2: Mister Sweet Talker || Beomryu √
Mister Series 2 of 5 taglish epistolary completedJust because of his consistency and bubbly personality, she started to get interested on him that it came to the point where she tried to entertain him, just so she can know if the guy will still be the same or not despite her cold treatment towards him.
8 150 - In Serial16 Chapters
The Book of Heresy
As one of the four leading families of Oliron is caused to go bankrupt, a young man decides to investigate the truth behind the matter. What he finds shatters his world around him, plunging him into a world of mystery, gods and corruption. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Author's note: this is my first fiction and it can also be found on Booksie (username: menk) and Wattpad (username: menk222) This story is complete. copyright: [link=http://www.copyrighted.com/copyrights/view/nytr-zsyn-yejz-8nqc][img]http%3a%2f%2fstatic.copyrighted.com%2fimages%2fseal.gif[/img][/link]
8 147 - In Serial63 Chapters
NEW LIFE
[COMPLETE]Thirteen year old Emilia has been through a lot in the past, from having her mother take her from her family to then having a new stepdad that wasn't too fond of her. Beat after beat and punishments after the next, she still pulls through. Just a few months before her 13th birthday, Emila's mother died from her battle with cancer leaving her in the care of her stepdad. Something happens which leaves her in the care of the mystery brothers she never knew she had. This means she has to move across the country to a completely new life with a lot of secrets. Did I mention that it was six brothers that she does not remember? She has trouble with creating a bond with them due to her past traumatic life. Walk with Emilia and her journey into discovering love with a handful of wicked betrayals.************#10 - teen fiction 28/4/2021 #1 - abuse 16/7/20#7 - bad boy 26/11/20 #1 - violence 14/11/20 #1 - death 11/11/20 #3 - mafia 15/10/20 #1 - scared 12/5/21#2 - young 23/1/21#1 - gangs 28/3/21#2 - life changing 26/6/21#3 - siblings 28/4/21#4 - humour 12/5/21The first few chapters are TERRIBLE so you have been warned right now. ⚠️ there is cussing in this story and has mentions of abuse and violence. If you are not comfortable with this, you can leave if you like. This can be triggering. Be aware of spelling errors, I apologise for the errors, I will try to edit as much as I can. Cover by @cannalinnie First published on | 26th June 2020Finished on | 12th March 2021 [WORD COUNT: 340,000-350,000]
8 203 - In Serial26 Chapters
Words (Muke)
COMPLETED.He's not strong, or brave, or even smart. He believes himself ugly, useless and his parents enforce it every day. He has nothing and no one. Well, Michael has nothing but words. Words and a certain Luke Hemmings.
8 124

