I gaped at him as he started to laugh heartily, his laughter filled with morbid joy, devoid of any semblance of sanity or reason. In that moment, he appeared less a man and more a creature consumed by the basest appetites, enslaved to his most grotesque cravings."Jessica, my darling," he croaked ou
Sydney's POV"Bella, what are you doing here?" I yelled out, not too loudly but still emphatically enough that anyone passing by would be able to hear the disbelief thick in my voice.I gasped loudly as Bella's palm suddenly struck me across the face, the stinging slap catching me completely unaware
"I came here because..." I started to explain, then hesitated. As estranged as we were, it still felt bizarre and somewhat wrong to divulge the full truth about my reasons for being here to Bella of all people. I exhaled slowly and made up my mind, she would need to know it all if she was to be of a
I paused, fairly certain I hadn't heard her correctly. "Wait...you would actually be willing to help me with this?" I sputtered out, more than a little dumbfounded.She sneered, somehow making the unpleasant expression look decidedly alluring. "Why not? I've been looking for a new source of cheap th
Sydney 's POVAfter Bell…I mean, Jessica and I had our small session of coming up with a revenge plan, at least something to start with and observe how it'd all play out, she led me to a guest room.There I found that my things had already been moved there. I wondered how she knew when she was not a
I raised my arm and slightly turned my back to show him the bruises that were starting to scald but he was not even looking my way. He stared ahead at nothing, grinding his teeth. He dropped his hands by his side and they clenched into fists."That Jessica again, always ruining my plans!"I watched
Bella's POVKilling Isaac and moving away from where I grew up, away from everything and everyone I ever knew was supposed to be a game changer.I thought it would be a piece of cake. Well, I didn't exactly expect it to be easy but I had thought that with the load of money and car I got from Sydney,
I had no idea that I was being targeted until they attacked. It happened one night as I was walking home from a small grocery store, bags of food dragging down my arms. One minute I was alone on the dimly lit street, the next I was surrounded by a gang of large, threatening men. Before I could even