Carl acknowledged his greeting and looked at his butler grimacing while Elise went to hold his hand and rubbed his thumb. He looked lifeless with a bandage wrapped around his chest and tubes and cords attached to every area in his body.“ where you able to get out all the mercury poisoning? I mean when was this mercury thing discovered.” Elise asked as she stood near the doctor. “ it was when we were trying to remove the bullets actually and we started noticing the black drops, but the good thing was that it was easily and quickly discovered, so he did not really need a transfusion.” the doctor explained as he pointed to the chest area.Elise and Carl heaved a sigh of relief and was led away by the doctor, she thanked the doctor and then called Sasha to keep an eye on him. Carl posted two body guards to watch the room. He really wanted to know why his butler was attacked and he knew where to get his answers.Elise called the driver as soon as she got out of the hospital, assuring him
AUTHOR'S NOTE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for giving my story a chance. I hope you enjoy the story as you follow me on it. Please do not forget to vote, comment, and give your reviews for it'll be greatly appreciated. This story is purely a work of fiction; no character name or location is related to anyone or anywhere. But if you find any, it's purely coincidental; do not take it to heart. Everything used here is mainly to enhance the enjoyment of the readers, and I do not mean any harm to anyone nor any authority. Thank you!!! ~~~~~~~~~ PROLOGUE The night was one of those nights that made you loose your mind with the cold. The sky was unkind and the harsh air unforgiving. Giant trees arced their weight, submissive, to the raging wind. Men and women ran, screaming and shielding, into their homes as they flocked their young ones in. Their addled movements like that of animals sensing the promise of a predator on the loose. The storm brought no rain, only the darkness of the sk
She twisted the ring on her finger, when she craved to go back to nights that made her feel eternally alive. The ring reminded her the past was truly dead, it couldn’t come back to hurt you if you bury it as deep enough and for years she had worked so hard to fill up the cemetery with her past. Sometimes she was weak and her heart would beat a little faster when she thought of him, his touch, his words and his rare smile. “Make my day and dance with me?”A soft chuckle, “is that the best line you’ve got?” “It is from being brain dead after staring at this beauty for a long time.” He spoke with his eyes.A young girl’s naive blush, “that’s creepy.”“I’d be creepy as much as you need if it makes you light up like the sun.”Words. He never lacked the words. She kept twisting the ring on her fourth, left finger, she belonged to another, her head knew that, her heart just had to catch up. Collins was a good man and he’d accepted every baggage she brought with her, the least she could do
Two nights ago. The woods were in a fit from the frightened predators that moved with caution. Their place of freedom has become a memory of torment, they sought to hide their young from the ones who hunted them blindly. The trees whispered to each other through the wind. The ever green forest was a witness to blood soaked by the earth. When the wolves emerged from the fog that clouded the dead of night, it wasn’t to hunt but to rescue. A pack of six moved in the night advancing in still motion. Their paw print caved into the earth and it would remain the only evidence of their presence. Like a hunter who knew his way around death, the leader motioned his pack of warriors into a dark cave. It was a spot well hidden from the human eye but an alpha could smell the claws of death miles away. The cave had no shed of light and in the darkness, their eyes glowed and transcended like colorful fires in the dark. They got to the end of the cave but there was no one to save. It was another ni
Present day.“You can never go wrong with a hug from the right person at the right time for the right reason.” Zipporah smiled when she thought of how true her mom’s famous statement was. Her mom would always say that to after giving her a long, warm hug. Most time Zipporah believed her mom’s hugs could cure her from any emotional distress. She swallowed the tears she felt brew in her throat then regarded her open spaced two bedroom apartment. It was expensively furnished courtesy of her father. Its ambiance was bright and cozy. Her parlor was painted white to match her cream, lace curtains. She had a grey couch facing her television and art decorated wall. Her mom was a collector and gave her a piece every birthday. At a secluded corner of the living room was an area she had created for work, now it was where she sat searching for work. The kitchen was a neat, organized view behind the living room. Sometimes she felt like an intruder in her apartment, like it was pre decorated to s
Despite how early the girls arrived at the bar, it was already filled with people. They squeezed through a screaming and dancing crowd towards the VIP section. It helped that Isabella’s boyfriend owned the bar. Their shots were delivered to them before they ordered. Alexandra joked about Isabella being such a regular. They all took shots except Rose, she had to start a banking job the next day. Zipporah regarded the three girls she was so lucky to have as roommates in college. She laughed at their comments as they scoped out the male species on the dance floor. Alexandra, at first glance was the life of the party but the scientist’s brain behind the California beauty could be intimidating. She looked taller than her medium-height in her heels, her milk-toned skin matched her bright, blue eyes. Her blonde hair didn’t pass her shoulders and framed her slim face well. With Isabella, what you saw was what you got and as an event planner that helped her secure eligible clients. She was
The air smelt extreme. She stared at her feet, they were buried in sand and it cooled her toes. When she tried to move her knees buckled to the force that held her to the ground, her eyes moved upwards from her knees. She raised her gaze to her stomach, then she realized why she had goosebumps biting into her skin. Zipporah was naked and the cold didn’t bother her, in fact, nothing about her strange situation bothered her, but then, her indifference about her situation began to bother her. She shoved at her feet but whoever stripped and planted her on a muddy soil, meant for her not to move. Her eyes began to explore what surrounded her imprisonment. As far as her sight could stretch she saw only trees. Even the sky was almost hidden but she could see the moon. It stood full and proud, almost like it commanded a presence unfathomable to her. She stared at it longer than she intended. “If you listen closely, you can hear her sing for her children.” Her eyes left the moon. She rotate
When she woke up, she was alone. Her joints felt less numb and heavy. She opened the duvet that covered her, slowly she made her way to her bathroom. She held the sink. The white, cold ceramic made a part of her brain tremble, a flash memory of her clinging onto a toilet sink in fear made her head pound. She felt like a zombie as she removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. The water rolling off her skin felt like all she needed, it soothed her and made her feel less shitty. She washed her hair and wept in foam and fragrance. Her life didn’t feel the same, the foundation under her feet had moved and she had no idea why. She was scared to close her eyes, what if she could never open them again. She looked out the little window in her bathroom when she finished showering, when did the sun come up? How long had she slept for? She dumped that question with the other mysteries of her night. She pulled a black One direction baggy top over her head and a loose grey joggers. She was a