Chapter: Vessel of Mercy“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks.Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.He gives Devlin a knowing look, the kind I saw my mother give me during my teenage years when she was waiting for an answer. Devlin clenches his jaw in exaggeration as a reply, a habit I’ve noticed men nurse when they are angry. Michael does that a lot.Calmly sitting in a tub full of water in my pyjamas, I grant myself a free ticket to the show. Dustin is standing restlessly by the door, guilt hovering in display over his features, an emotion unaccustomed to demons and devils. Our eyes meet for a brief second and I almost feel bad I told on hi
Last Updated: 2022-11-11
Chapter: I'm Your HellThe air around us is intense, suffocating. Despite the efforts of the air conditioner, my body is perspiring so much you’d think I’ve being stranded in the desert. Dustin slams the door shut when he walks out, giving us the privacy we’ve both secretly wanted.Devlin is staring into my eyes wearingly, searching. Waiting. I’m now questioning if I should push through with it. Just the other day I was getting turned on by how chaotic I was going to be and now I am cowering, hiding behind the curtain. Why have I always been afraid to make a decision and just stick to it?My hands are in tiny little fists, legs fidgeting and heart thudding faster than normal. The way he is looking at me doesn’t make it any easier, but it is now or never. It is about time I attacked the king. Taking a deep breath, I move towards the broken glass in my bare feet. He inhales, not sure if to charge forward and stop me or let his curiosity take over and watch the madness I am about to pull off.I don’t stop. At
Last Updated: 2022-08-19
Chapter: Scotch Mate, I don't do WaterDarling, I call on to thee, In respect to your fee. Pressure is off the table, Which makes me unable. You are special, you see, And I have to play my cards right, Though that does not give You the freedom of manoeuvre. Ties that bind, Makes the situation tight. I want you all to myself, But you’ve to respect, I work with dust. Forget the words of mummy dearest, You are in too deep. And my dust has already worked Its way up your core. Don’t try to be smart. You are in debt And I’d hate to see the ink run red. Upon waking up, my brain replays the last few scenes of my dream. Dimmed lights, a dark room and a crimson envelope. As vague as it sounds, it feels familiar. More of a memory than a dream. I sit up after a few moments and begin to analyse them in a lazy way. It is suddenly not clear, like my brain is sucking away any evidence there was of the memory but my gut tells me I have to remember. My eyes now fully open as I stifle a yawn. I stretch over to my bedside
Last Updated: 2022-08-10
Chapter: DesiresOpen your eyes and lust,At the glory of your wants.It took you time to trust,But I am a man of my word.Don’t get too comfortable, darling,And remember the wise words of mummy dearest.Though it might be too late now.I don’t change water into wine,But I sit and observe as dust changes to mud.Turn me over,And oh, don’t wait till the ink runs red.“Come with me!” Those were the last words I remember after brazenly kissing Mr. Memphis last night. He took my hand after pulling away from the kiss and led me outside the club, but that is the only thing I recall. Funny enough, I wasn’t drunk at all, just high on adrenaline.I take time to wake, wanting to savour the last bits of the most relaxing night I’ve had in days. The sheets feel soft against my sore excuse of a body giving me even more reason not to get out of bed. My shoulder feels tight though and I open my eyes to see it’s re-bandaged. So, I sit up and look around. The wall to my right is just windows from ceiling to floor
Last Updated: 2022-06-28
Chapter: Port in the StormPort in the StormDear Diary,I know I’m probably too old for this, but my best friend is on digital detox and I hate almost everyone at work enough not to engage them in my silly misadventures. I would have probably told my mother by her grave, but somehow writing this down feels right and more real. It feels like I am telling a supernatural spiritual being, perhaps an angel? Who knows? They might be real after all. Michael, yesterday, came by in the middle of the night high on acid and probably even intoxicated. His knock on the door is usually firm and short, like one, two, done! But yesterday, it was unstable and rapid, as if in a cry for refuge over someone intimidating tailing him behind. It took me a moment to decide whether to receive the door or not, because I wasn’t sure who it was. Curiosity won the debate and I consciously opened the door to have an intoxicated grown man fall into my arms.I got so worried and carried him over my feeble arms to the living room. He started
Last Updated: 2022-06-22
Chapter: ParkourMy hand begins to bruise at the wrist. I can tell by how tight one of Dustin’s companions is keeping me from doing what I am clearly considering at the moment. To run! The orange gold of the sun stretches over the horizon, a reflection of dusk indeed, as it is eager to take its seat at the mighty palace awaiting to show off its dark side. I am, since the other night, afraid of the dark and its evils. What did I get myself into?Dustin finishes his call, his calm attitude shifting to ballistic in just a matter of seconds. It stirs up something inside me. Something unapologetic and devouring. I want to think it is fear, but it gives me chills rather than shivers. He grunts in frustration, almost ready to hit the guy he’s talking to next to him. It’s as if he doesn’t know what to do next, stuck between a dilemma and I can tell I am the problem. He turns to face me and a sudden confidence engulfs me. My head is up high, a creepy smirk bouncing on my pale, dry lips as I put on a fake, dari
Last Updated: 2022-06-09
Black Mail
Becca is the most conspicuous and considered interrogator in all of LA. She has the brutality, harsh and cold attitude that brings suspects to their knees but she lacks love, a family and real friends. Nineteen years ago, she was a victim of a tragic accident that took away her childhood memories. She doesn't remember at all her parents, sibling and relatives. Due to a jealous uncle, Dan, Becca lost her brother, was separated from her parents and lost her memory. She was taken in by an old Irish couple who found her unconscious at a tunnel, close to the train terminal. The couple raised her until she was nineteen then kicked her out for her misbehaviour. She became a bully to survive, only that she was never destined to be a bully. Dan used to bully her and her new unfound conscious took after his uncle in order to adapt. Xander, a doctor, claims he can restore her memory back in form of a video. Once she finds out the truth behind the accident, she opts to seek revenge and find her parents. Jeremy, a potential love interest, advices her against taking revenge on Dan but Marlon, another love interest, who is also in the case, advices to take the Mafia down. Black Mail as title is used to refer to dark news or message Becca receives and how she would respond to it.
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Chapter: Chapter twenty eight"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when the skies are grey..."The song reveberated from the radio as we entered Marlon's house. It felt familiar but at the same time, I couldn't remember it. The embers of my mind were blocked, preventing me from riding futher down that lane."Your parents really enjoy this song. Ray Charles and Bing Crosby's 'You are my sunshine'." Marlon told me as he led me to his living room.His bungalow was really spacious with black and red interior. Everything possessed the colour red or black apart from his gold coated chanderliers and grey refrigerator. He sat me on the couch before sitting next to me, holding my hand."I've never heard it before but I think I know it. It seems familiar.""Because it was the lullaby we used to sing to you every single night before you went to sleep," ! heard my mother say behind me.I stood up as I waited for her to walk up to me. She engulfed me in
Last Updated: 2020-09-09
Chapter: Chapter twenty sevenI scraped a chair against the floor and settled it before Jeremy. I wanted to set things straight before I did anything rash.Xander thought it best to sit him up. He would be able to communicate and eat without much of a struggle for him and for us by sitting him up every now and then. As long as he remained tied up, I didn't have much of a problem.I sighed softly, leaning back on the chair and crossed my legs. A toilet flush resonated in the room, breaking the heavy silence then Xander walked out, zipping his fly. Marlon was also present, stood casually behind me, his body leaning against the wall.Jeremy chuckled, annoyed, shifting his eyes to each one of us."Let me guess, you found out," he stated, voice throaty.I observed him, furrowing my eyebrows."Found out what, exactly?" I asked, honestly.His story wasn't adding up."You wanted to avenge your brother, Justin, but it all rounded up to get rid of me. You chose to pr
Last Updated: 2020-09-08
Chapter: Chapter twenty sixThe pen fell from his grip as his eyes widened, walking towards me. I slipped on my thong that he had removed earlier as I waited for him to process the information. It was probably a lot to take in. I didn't blame him. It was the least he expected to hear."What!" He asked, shock pasted all over his face."Dan is my uncle. My bully!" I went on."That's why I am opting to take down the gang. I can't allow my bully to run along these streets and he ruined my life," I seethed, walking past him, my back turned against his."That's why he was looking for you. He had pressured some of the members into the assignment of finding you, that it was really urgent.""Jeremy happened to fall from heaven, bringing me to him," I remarked sarcastically.I wanted nothing to do with Jeremy anymore. He used me. Even after I offered help, he remained stubborn, ready to hurt all those around me to get his life back. Dan's death would be the key, not my life.
Last Updated: 2020-08-26
Chapter: Chapter twenty fiveWARNING!Mature content ahead.Cold air kissed my skin as I walked towards the entrance. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Marlon was still in the car and put. He gave me a thumbs up before I nodded and walked inside.The air was full of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I massaged my exposed wound as I took out a cigarette from inside my dress pad. I walked up to the bar and ordered for a lighter before I flipped my hair and made the bistro my audience.I felt a presence beside me, warmth and a strong wave of cologne radiating from his body. I puffed my cigarette, looking ahead. I let smoke escape my pouted lips, waiting. Waiting for his first move."Veterans only!" He confirmed, his voice gravelly.I puffed another, waiting for more. I knew he had so much to let on than what he was putting forth. Smoke flared out of my nostrils as I shuffled my feet. Music blared from behind the bar, filling
Last Updated: 2020-08-22
Chapter: Chapter twenty four“Becca! We have to visit the bistro,” Marlon whispered.We had decided against taking Jeremy to the station. He was our golden key to taking down Dan. We needed him. So, the guest room was his cell. We tied him up on the bed, arms and legs parted and mouth gagged, seeming as if he was ready for some kinky sex.Marlon and I were stood by the window, trying to figure out our next move. He had disclosed earlier that the bistro was the gang’s daily hangout and if his suspicions were right, their layout was close by.Xander walked in, a bottle of water in hand. He didn't even spare a glance towards his son. His expression was stern, exhausted and hurt. He walked up to us, handing me the bottle.“Drink up!” He ordered.I suspired, taking the bottle.“You are welcome, by the way,” he added, rolling his eyes.“Why?”“Your house hasn't been reduced to a pile of ashes. Next time
Last Updated: 2020-08-10
Chapter: Chapter twenty three I could feel my adrenaline rush through my veins. I was in no condition to fight but the situation was forcing me to.Xander moved to hide behind the sheers, still observing outside.“What's happening?” I asked, slowly pulling the duvet off my body.“Jeremy's here. At least he cleaned up.” He confirmed.“I need to go.” I said.He snapped his head to me. Shock was written all over his face, his eyes screaming 'no'.“Oh, hell you are not. You are not in any condition to step out of your bed. Your wound might reopen.”“Well, I can't just sit when he's here to kill you all in front of me.”A gunshot blasted outside, destroying the tranquility of the afternoon. The noise reverberated two more times and I couldn't hold on any much longer.“Two down.” Xander said. Taking that as my cue, I yanked the drip from the back of my arm.“Hey! You
Last Updated: 2020-07-29
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