Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For My Best Friend’s Son: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Eggust's POV My mom woke up this morning and as usual I was expecting her to go back to sleep but she didn’t, even after one hour, meaning she was fully awake. And this was the final proof that the surgery was successful. I was worried about her not being fully awake for the past two days but the doctor assured me that it wasn’t abnormal for patients her age after a surgery. "Hello mum." She smiled back and caressed my cheek. Her eyes regained their focus and I noticed a look of surprise on her face as she recognized me. She struggled to sit up. "No mum. You can't sit up yet." I tried to push her back down but she struggled so I let her sit up. After taking a few moments to recover, she turned and stared at me with a frown and my heart dropped. Oh fuck! We weren’t on good terms before the accident and since she hadn’t been awake for more than a few minutes for the last two days I had not had to worry about our discord before now. Did she remember that now that sh

Hera's POV It was an awfully long journey. What made it even more awful was the fact that I was stressed out, hyperactive and I had no idea where I was going. Well, I did in a way but it was merely from descriptions. I first heard about the safe house from Isla. I had no idea how she'd heard about it or become a member there but she had mentioned it on one of those nights when depression came like a summer's rain. "If I ever needed to disappear for a while, go off the grid, somewhere even the cops wouldn't be able to find me, I'd go to The Safe house." I was more than a little drunk but not so much that I couldn't understand what she was saying and carry on the conversation. "What's The Safe house? Does such a place really exist?" I asked her, dreamily. "Yes it does. If I ever get a big break and land myself some millions or even thousands of pounds, something enough to settle me and keep me out of this business, it would be nice. And I don't care how I get the money. I

Juss's POV After sixteen missed calls from Eggust and Ezekiel combined, I decided to switch off my phone and rest for the entire day but I didn't go through with it. They both used their real numbers. A smile crept onto my face as I remembered when I thought Eggust would use an unknown number just to talk to me. But he was too proud to do that. But why would they call me sixteen times? Sixteen! I knew Ezekiel was calling as well because Eggust was trying to talk to me but since I wasn't giving him the time of the day, he wanted me to think there was an emergency and come running. Nope! Wouldn't work on me. I refused to fall for such a cheap trick. When I heard the chime signaling a new text message, I looked at the chair in the corner where I’d thrown my phone for fear of giving in to the temptation to pick up the phone and just listen to Eggust say; 'hello'. Sighing, I stood up and went there, paused for a while to brace myself before bending to pick up the pho

Hera. “Good day, Sir, please do you have change to spare?” I asked a passerby in a quivering voice. The man ignored me without sparing a single glance. “Idiot!” I muttered under my breath. “Hello, ma’am, please can you spare me some change, I haven’t eaten anything in days,” I said to a woman who just came out of the restaurant I was standing in front of. Her eyes narrowed sharply at me in disapproval that I let out a gasp and clenched my fist. Ignoring me, she went straight to the security guard. “Excuse me, I thought this is a five star restaurant, why are homeless people disturbing your customers?” She continued rambling about how I had been harassing her and when she was done, she glared at me before leaving. I could tell from her countenance that she was disgusted by my presence. I thought she was a nice lady, but I thought wrong. Rich people are just the same everywhere. They make money from the poor and treat them like some plague that should be wiped awa

Marco. I had been parading the streets of Manchester for the past few days, like a homeless man. Although there were comfortable hotels I could afford, I chose to stay in the most measly motels. It was best to avoid the spotlight for a while. I even altered my dress sense, if you want to look homeless, you gotta play the part. I spent my days wandering around, so I could get some info that might help me escape, since it wasn’t safe to travel by air or even the railway. But the Flemmings made sure their operations were discreet, making my search for information always end in futility. My last meeting with Juss didn’t exactly yield anything, other than the glaring fact that she didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. Well, at least, she made that very clear. I couldn’t blame her though, I was an asshole to her. And I deserved a thousand rejections from her, but that wouldn’t be enough to stop me, Juss was mine, she was my prize. I just had to get out of t