Fany
I want to change Adrian inside and out. He must also be a religious man. This Sunday I forced her to take her to church. I dragged Adrian out of bed and into the bathroom.
"Adrian, who is he?" asked a girl on the bed, covering herself with a blanket. Quite beautiful.
I took a deep breath then answered while pointing at the door. "I'm Adrian's mother. Pack your things and get out of here!" Then I turned to Adrian. "You, hurry up and take a shower!"
"Come on, I hate showers."
"Enter the room, now!" I snapped, making Adrian rush into the bathroom. Lord, give me patient.
While Adrian was taking a shower, the girl he had sex with put on Adrian's t-shirt and pants, then left the room without making a sound. Good, she's gone, so I don't have to say much. It sucks, that girl isn't as pretty as me, only her chest is .... whatever.
I always planned to cut Adrian's genitals if in the morning I found a woman in his bed. Like a dog, once it's been neutered, it won't play with women anymore. Oh God, forgive my thoughts.
Adrian suddenly surprised me by opening the bathroom door. A wet white towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked around. "Minerva, you left your bikini behind!"
"She just left. Want to go after her?"
"Well, no need. Fan, try wearing this bikini, will it suit you?"
"Bath!"
He locked the bathroom door from the inside. The sound of the shower came back.
Irritating. Maybe in time I will really be his mother. Oh my God, that boy, when will he grow up? Kimberly is right. Maybe only by making Adrian kiss God's feet would he be serious about keeping his oath. I have to take him to church, must!
After he showered and dressed as usual, I dragged him to the car and he drove towards the church.
During the trip, Mom called, texted, but what a fool, I hated her. All this time he only took care of Big Brother, to him I was trash. Now Brother has run away with the builder who built the swimming pool behind our house in Beverly Hills.
I heard Mother tried to separate them, but failed. Brother chose to go to Indonesia, Bali, Batam, I don't know, he disappeared without a trace with his love, a kind burly man who was not interested in the Reine family's money. It was only after that incident that the old man paid attention to me.
Our car arrived in front of the Protestant church on Malboro 14th Street. I walked into a modern building and God! Without being forced, Adrian followed me like a puppy. I have to be quiet like this more often.
We sat in a row with other members of the congregation. When praying Adrian whispered and it made my ears hot. I hissed, "Shut up and pray." Adrian chose to remain silent. Maybe because he felt unnoticed, bored him?
I heard Mr. Santos preach, the bald man in the black robe with the white scarf. He tells to respect elders. Even though our parents are evil, as a child we must be devoted to them because without them we would not have been born in this world. I'm sorry God, but my mother is a real devil--oh God, forgive my thoughts.
After the sermon was over, I was about to call him, but Mother texted him first. He asked me to come to Beverly Hills, his home.
"Fany, tell me what's wrong? Why are you gloomy?" asked Adrian, he forced me to look him in the eye.
Adrian is always able to tell if I have a problem or not just by looking into my eyes, like now. Those beautiful eyes swept every inch of mine.
"Adrian, can you take me to Beverly hills?"
"Who do you want to meet there? Your new boyfriend?"
I shook my head as I walked towards the car with Adrian. "My Mom."
Fany Adrian's eyes widened as if he saw Kong Kong climbing the tallest tower in LA. His voice rose and fell in disbelief. I wish this car could move faster to my house. "Meeting your mother?" Adrian chuckled. "You're kidding, right?" I hope so, but no. This is real. I don't want to argue about that Old Demon, no. I don't want to burden Adrian with something like this. Let him focus on his 'effort' to change. However, Adrian is not the name if he acts well when driving this junk car. He's chirping. I can't help but hear everything. "I thought he was dead. He's never visited you, has he? Then why did you visit him? He's a demon, right? You said yourself, in his eyes you just--" "Adrian, shut up," I replied. "Focus on driving or should I take a taxi to get there?" He drives the car in annoyance. Adrian puts on my favorite country music. Although i
Adrian This morning I took Fany to campus as usual. Fany pondered with an empty lament. He didn't even blink. I know what causes it, but I'm afraid to interfere. He didn't like discussing family matters the most, not even Alfred. I cleared my throat, then spoke breaking the silence. "Maybe later I'll come late to pick you up. Or better today you go home with your friends." "Why?" "I want to sign an employment contract," I replied, parking the car on the side of the road in front of the campus building. Fany's eyes rolled perfectly. "Are you planning on having a drink during the day? Where? With whom? Come on, I'll go in first." "Fan, if you wait it can be long. You go home alone if you can't wait, huh!" I hope he hears because I'm serious, going out with Carl today. Fanny didn't look up. It seems he doesn't believe that I want to change. Maybe
Adrian I shook his big stout hand, while introducing myself very politely. "Adrian Bened." I watched him. Branded clothes, luxury cars in front of the shop must have it. He also wore expensive black leather shoes. A gold necklace adorned his stocky neck. One that caught my attention, the tattoo that sticks out on the arm. It seems that besides being a businessman, he also likes to tattoo himself. Means he understands the art of tattoos. His voice was loud, but still friendly, with the accent of a respectable black man. “How is this shop? You like my tattoo?" I nodded as I looked around. I admit this place is heaven. "Yes, it's really good. The walls are painted light green, not too light or dark. The black marble floor, doesn't look too dirty even though it's rarely cleaned later, and the waiting room which is attached to the tattoo room, allows visitors to see firsthand how the tattoo artist works, it can be an
Fany After boring lectures, my friends and I gathered in the canteen to kill time. Several long tables stretch across the center of the room, while in each corner there is a buffet serving food. Of course we have to pay, and I like apple pie and yogurt and orange juice the best. This is a healthy food that does not make you fat. We sat commenting on the hot and handsome boys on campus, then ventured into the Korean pop culture chatter, before anyone grappled with something that made me hot. "Fany, this young man Adrian this morning, right?" asked a girl with glasses, while eating spaghetti. I nodded. "What's the matter with Adrian?" From the look on their unsmiling faces, it's definitely not something good. I keep my face as bright as possible so that they fail to read what's in my heart, which is like a choppy sea, curious. "You know Samantha?" asked Casandra, a classmate, a slim girl of America
Fany Melisa and her parents were standing in front of Alfred's apartment door. They seemed to know that Alfred was often in the apartment during his lunch break, just to rest. Not long waiting, Alfred opened the door. A man in a black suit, and a woman in an elegant fiery red suit, entered with Melisa. The old woman took her son's hand, who was busy fixing a strapless and sleeveless casual dress, into Alfred's apartment. "Come on young girl, let Dad solve your problem, don't act," said the woman. Oh my God, are they going to discuss the issue of engagement? My heart was hit by a big earthquake. What if Alfred was fired? I approached the door that was not closed tightly, hiding behind the wall, peeking a little so I could see what was happening and also hear the sound of their chatter which was fairly loud. "Your brother was so kind to take Melisa that night," said the old man, sitting on the armchair. "M
Adrian “This tattoo is good, but, something is missing.” Instantly Mr. John's words made me like a withered princess leaf touched by a human hand. He continued speaking in a heavy tone. "Your work is spectacular, but a good tattoo requires perfect thickness. You know the type of three-dimensional tattoo? The further away, the thinner the thickness of the paint applied and when you get closer, the thicker the paint. While the tattoo you made This is just a perfect two-dimensional tattoo ." I answered in order to protect my work. "But you didn't ask for a three-dimensional tattoo, did you?" He chuckled, answering emotionlessly. "Son, did you see my body?" Big and muscular plus layered with fat. I nodded. "Nice body." "Not that, but look at the tattoos all over my body. See? These are three-dimensional tattoos. I've never had two-dimensional tattoos. What do you think?" The tattoos on his bo
Adrian Her hair was wavy black, her body curves defiantly, with chest and waist aligned. Her black skin color makes her beautiful face become exotic and voluptuous. "What's wrong Aunt Elisa?" asked Carl, his voice making me stop looking at the nymph. Wait a minute. "Aunt?" I asked in response to Carl's words. He nodded. "Yes, that woman is my Aunt. Why?" "It's fine, but she's still so young, how can she be your Aunt?" investigate me. Carl chuckled annoyed, he turned to Elisa. "What's wrong ma'am?" Elisa has a soft, mature, motherly voice. Oh shit, why am I smiling to myself? He spoke, "The car in front of the flower shop was bothering the shoppers and now it's interfering with the delivery car. It's your friend's, isn't it? Could you please move it?" Damn it, Carl said it was free parking. Know this I park elsewhere. Poor girl. "Sorry Miss." I got up and rushed off with Elisa to t
Fany I ran away from Melisa's family. Maybe my life is just a dream. I was a kid and fell asleep in Aunt Nicole's bed. Yes, I hope all of that happens. But why fail? What happened Lord? Alfred managed to pull me in, gently caressing my cheek with his big thumb. "Wet? Have you been crying? Tell me why are you crying?" I shook my head as fast as I could while rubbing my cheek. "Th-it's not tears, it's just that it was drained in the toilet. It's hot in here, so I'm looking for cold water to wash my face." "Don't lie. How long do you think I've known you?" said Alfred. There was deep worry on Alfred's face. Does he know all this is confusing me? He used to talk like that, now I act like I'm a very precious stone of fortune. "Now tell me honestly, what's wrong?" Alfred looked towards the exit of the apartment. "Where's Adrian? Why can't he be seen?" "Adrian is busy, so I came here with a frie
[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain."If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin
[POV Fany]-----The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything."Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized.The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe."Thank goodness you're okay," he said as he hugged me."Alex, what brought you here?"Alfred approached us from the side, clearing his throat. "At the police station, I ran into him. We reported a kidnapping, but they said they needed to wait twenty-four hours before moving."Fortunately, God has not abandoned me. I looked around for someone "Where Adria is? Al, did you tell him what happened?"Alfred gave a slow nod. "I was.
[POV Fany]-----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,
[POV Adrian]-----He spun me around, kicked me in the knee, and then hit another guy who attacked him from behind.What's the matter with him?I'm not sure who he is, so why would he say something like that? Who is he, bald with a thin beard and heavily tattooed?The Royal Rumble battle is extremely brutal. They have weapons. Whatever means they employ to attack and defend.There are no weapons in my cell. That Italian ... I stormed out, yelling at the Italian guy in the suit."You're lying, there isn't a gun in there!""Who is lying, Merda?" He responded with a grating laugh. "Listen, your friend didn't put anything in there, did he?"He spoke to his friend before tossing a baseball near me, a smooth stick that I hope will become my best friend in battle.I was about to pick up the baseball bat when I was interrupted by another.The man in the suit exclaimed, "Please don't blame me, for you misfortu
[POV Adrian]----I parked my motorcycle near the pier in an empty shed. Fany should have been here, according to the directions, but there were only a few wild seagulls awake on the roof of this old, dim tin-walled barn. Could they possibly— Uurgh.Someone hit me from behind with a blunt object. Damn you, coward. My vision became blurry, and then everything went black. I can still hear some men chit-chatting."Let's finish him—""Stop talking. We are not hoodlums. Remember, honor, loyalty, and bravery. That is our motto. Take him there, as planned. Let's face it, manly."They drove me somewhere. There was a deafening cheer.Slowly, I can see clearly. I'm currently being held in a cell. Not only was I trapped in a cell, but so were several other people. The cells are arranged in a circle facing the field. Above the cell, there is a stage for a crowd of men and women facing the field. They cheered while carrying paper money
[POV Adrian]-----Pleasant licks on my penis caused me to moan loudly. They give it their all, a grope in the stomach, a peck on the chest. Yes, this is what I desired. But.... Fany, no, I'm not going to fall for this. I've never been rude to a woman before, but this time I drew the Japanese girl's head back until I heard a plop."Enough."Still clutching the hard veined thing, the American girl smiled seductively. Her voice had been artificially sweetened. "Do you want anything else, my stallion?"Even though it was stuffy, I pulled my pants up and kept my penis in. I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor and dashed to the garage door."You're not going to be able to open it. You must use a... key."But I can. I drew up the large garage gate until it slightly opened. He was correct; this thing weighed as much as a car.I knelt out of here, staring at the three girls. "Please fix my car right away. I'm going to wait ou
[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car. The black girl grabbed the vacuum cleaner for the car and began sucking up the dust. The American girl asked me to get the best engine in Alex's collection, propped up against the hood of my car. This is a decision I'm not sure about. It doesn't have to be the best; just being able to bring my car back to life is enough for me.
[POV Adrian] ----- A middle-aged man wearing a hat exited the tow truck with a friend. They were dressed in shabby white mechanical uniforms that were as filthy as their faces. They have an oily odor. "Mr Adrian?" inquired the younger, who wore a baseball cap with a beak on the back. "Mr Alex requested that we take your car to a private repair shop and invite you to select an engine there." That fast. "Okay." A tow truck came to pick up my car. I was sitting in the front seat, facing Alex's house. We sat down as a group of three. The car is moving at a slow pace. It appears that getting to the destination will take a long time. Dammit, I had to be a truant once more. A super-elite residential area not far from Beverly Hills is home to the tie-down pampers who believe they have the world at their disposal. Alex's house is larger and
[POV Fany]-----Someone suddenly kissed my lips after opening my mouth cover. "I can't wait to taste you, sweetie." He burst out laughing."Stop, you moron. When his girlfriend sees it, it will be even more delectable "said the person sitting next to me. "Is the duct tape gone? That's fine, stupid. This bird is about to sing."I beg anyone in my vicinity, perhaps they still have a conscience? "Please, my faggot, let me go. I'll pay for it and act as if nothing happened."They both laughed. I should have known that pleading would only make them float in contentment.The car engine continues to hum, and the vehicle continues to vibrate. It was hot and dark. I ran out of wiggle energy. Thank you, God, for still giving me salvation. They don't do anything bad, just the occasional hand squeezing of body parts. If they wanted to, they could do more....The sliding door slid open. I'm