I turned back to see the person I least expected would appear in front of me. But, I'm so happy to see her here.
“Nina!” I called her name in excitement. Hearing my words, Jack's body went stiff. She came to me and we both hugged each other. “Oh my god, why didn't you tell me you were coming to the amusement park today?” I asked her.
“It was a last-minute change of plan," she said smiling. Did I tell you her smile can melt anyone's heart? “Did you come alone?” I asked her.
“Of course not, come I will introduce you to Ryan," she said to me. Then I noticed someone standing behind her. “Jane, this is Ryan and Ryan this is Jane” she introduced us. He was handsome but not more than the devil.
I woke up hearing my alarm. Yesterday night I slept with my haunted teddy. I'm feeling very sleepy because having this teddy brought so many memories back, because of which I slept late.Yawning and still with my sleepy head, I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine, and went down for breakfast. The aunt was smiling while making breakfast and I wondered ‘did something good happen to her’."Aunt, why are you happy? Did uncle buy you any present” I asked her. She is usually happy when her uncle gifts her.“No Jane but it is kind of a gift" she replied to me.“What is it?” I asked her in excitement.“It is a surprise for you," she said smiling.
I was staring at him and he looked the same as he appeared in my dreams. Is he here or I'm still in my dream?But something is different compared to my previous dream. In my dream yesterday, he was looking at me with so much affection but in today's dream, he is looking at me with so much hatred. Or is it something else?I can't specify it. What the hell? Why do all of the dreams seem so real and confusing? I want to know if it's reality or a dream and there is only one way to know Jane. Pinching always works. Yes, pinching yourself takes you out of your dreams. So I will do it.I was about to pinch myself but I stopped in my tracks. Why should I pinch myself? I don't deserve this. He is the one who always comes into my head to distract me. So he should be the one whom I should pinch.
In the morning Gray texted saying that he will pick me up for the library in his new car. Currently, he is helping his dad with the family business and he has worked hard to buy this car.I came out of the house and found a sports car parked in front of the gate. Gray was leaning on his brand new car in a white button-up shirt and faded jeans with his hands in the pocket. His face was tilted to the ground and he was patiently waiting for me. I went near him and he didn't notice me.“What are you thinking, Gray?" I asked him. He lifted his head and there was his world-famous mischievous smile.“I was thinking if I ask you out on a date will you accept it or reject it," he said playfully.His statement caught me off guard. Was he a
He was wearing a blue suit with perfectly gelled hair. He was looking more dashing with his angry face. Why this person has only one emotion I wonder.His eyes moved to Gray's hand which was still on my waist. He was looking at him like he wanted to throw punches at his face. Gray sensed the tension in the air and removed his hands from my waist.Now he shifted his gaze from him to me. His gaze was boring holes in my body, warning me to move away from Gray's presence. But you all know that I don't take his orders.“Gray, meet Aunt Jennifer's son, Zanvil Adams," I said while intertwining my hands with Gray's forearm.Gray smiled at Zanvil and extended his hand “Hi Grayson Williams”.Zanvil d
“Hmm… uncle…” mere whispers came out from my mouth. How will I explain that it was his son who had put them there…Uncle was still looking at my bruised wrist and aunty too joined him. "Who did this to you, sweetie? Is someone hurting you?" the uncle asked with a worried voice and the hurt was on his face. Uncle loves me so much.Aunt's eyes were filled with tears. “Tell us, dear. Is someone bullying you at college?” Aunt still thinks I'm a child. In a normal situation, I would have laughed but she asked me with so much concern. Her tears started falling. They both love me so much. How am I going to tell them that their son is the person who did this?No, I can't tell them. I won't tell them. They will be more hurt, but what should I tell them instead? “
He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt which hugged his body perfectly. I could see his abs. I swallowed hard.He was staring at me. His eyes were moving from my legs to my face. I started feeling something in my stomach but I tried to ignore it. I saw him taking deep breaths. Was he controlling his anger? But I did nothing to make him angry. For some time we stared at each other. He was still looking at me with god knows what emotion in his eyes.The room was silent. We could hear only the soft breathing sound of ourselves. “What are you doing here?” I asked him while taking the initiative to break this silence.He took one more deep breath before opening his mouth. "I bought the ointment," he said while showing it to me. The irony of my life, the person who gave me the bru
He pinned me to the wall. “I always try to control my anger but as usual you like to piss me off. The more I try to control myself, the more you push my buttons to an end I can't even control it anymore”. He said angrily while burying his face in my neck.His hands that were on my waist lifted my camisole and settled there. His hands were holding my body in a vice grip and his thumb was making circles on it. My whole body went stiff. His touch has always caused a foreign sensation to run through my body.I gasped at his touch. He started kissing me on my neck and when I tried to stop him, he interviewed my finger with his and pinned them above my head. He was taking care not to hurt my bruised area, but he is still trying to hurt me.“Zanvil, stop touching me," I said in anger. He
I was sitting in the dining area waiting for my breakfast. It's been three weeks since we have been avoiding each other or to put it in better words, I'm hiding from him because I clearly remember his words.“You were always like this Jane. Always refusing me and pushing me away. But you know what makes me angrier than this Jane? You enjoy other men's touches and because of it, I hate you. Don't you dare show me this face of yours again" he said while licking his bruised lip and smirking at me again "And if you dared, I won't mind taking you there and then. Your little hands won't be able to stop me" he said while smiling bitterly at me.On that day, I don't remember when I dozed off on the floor. I was crying my heart out. Remembering it caused a shiver to run through my body because the Zanvil I know is a man of his words. And I don