And I was looking into his eyes, which I fall into,for they are my ruin and if only I knew, my salvation.I am drowning in water. The liquid is thick and cold, and I can feel it pressing against my skin, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I can feel it in my bloodstream, seeping through my veins like poison. My arms and legs are heavy, and I can’t seem to move them. I try to take a breath, but instead, I just swallow more water. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I know I am running out of time.My vision starts to blur, and I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me. I am losing consciousness, and I know it.The water is inky black, but I can still make out some shapes in the distance. I can see the moon, like a beacon in the sky, and the stars twinkling in the night. I can feel the pull of the tide, and I wonder if I will ever resurface.Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my arm. The next thing I know, I am being pulled out of the water. I am coughing and spluttering, trying t
Everywhere I go, I see you in the empty faces matching my empty heart.The sight of the girl sitting on his lap, doesn’t get out of my mind, the whole day, I work, the image stays at the back of my mind putting me on edge, is he fucking all the other girls out there?What do you think, Lily,? Do you really think the sick bastard would be loyal to you?I feel angry not at him, but at myself, for letting him control me, even when he is not here, all I could think about is how much it burned me to see him with other women.It’s okay Lily, with time this feeling will fade away, I assure myself.Soon, I pack my belongings and leave, taking out my phone, I text Amelia where she is.It’s been three days since she said she would return from the trip soon but still, there is no text or a call.She is on the run from her family, who always forces her to marry a rich reputable family. so their business could be expanded.But sometimes, her family crosses lines, once they kidnapped her and told h
And who is the villain, who is the hero? how, do you pick the truth from lies when everything is an illusion, crafted by the mind? How do you run, how do you fight, how do you defeat, when you have yourself as the enemy, bent on your misery, your thoughts become an ocean in which you drown, how do you deal with hate that your mind holds onto, telling you that you are not worthy of love, that you are not beautiful, not talented. Sometimes, the biggest curse to have is to hate yourself when all you have is yourself in this world to stay afloat. I stare at the stranger who sat across from me in the park, crying her eyes out after her boyfriend dumped her telling her that she is not enough for him. I wanted to comfort her but it looks like she needs to be alone, sometimes all you need is to be alone, to realise your value, to find yourself in this abyss. Sighing, I stood up and started to walk towards my apartment, again, he crossed my mind, the work was awfully quiet today, I was use
The bell rang, disturbing my sleep, and I limped towards the front door, yesterday was tough, he enjoyed me having to work so many extra hours to complete the work.As soon as I opened the door, I find myself hugged, too harshly that it made me stumble a few steps back, “I missed you, babe.”I smiled hearing her voice.“Amelia.” I yelled wrapping my arms around her as peace enveloped me for a few seconds “Do you know how scared I was when you didn’t reply to messages for days?”“I know but I couldn’t risk the possibility of papa tracking me,”“Come, sit, you need a drink.” I said making her sit on the couch and as usual, she joked “How about some vodka?” I laughed and poured some juice into both glasses.“So, how is it going?” she asks and no words form in my mind, what do I say, how do I start, so instead I just say “Fine.”She raises eyebrows at my answer as if knowing that I am lying to her “Which country you were in?” I ask her instead she replies “Switzerland.”“Are you sad?” she a
THIRD PERSON POV. She thought of herself as the pawn, him as the puppeteer but nobody knew they are all part of fate’s plan, a cruel plan. ’t have a mom or dad and this seems to be the only way. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she knocked on the door of his penthouse, the door opened, and she stepped inside. He stood there at the centre of the spacious corridor, and what creeps her out is the smile on his face, he is the puppeteer pulling all the strings, of cour
If we both are enemies then why do your arms feel the safest to hide from the world? “You are okay right?” Amelia asks putting a smile on my face, I am truly grateful to have a friend like her, “Yes,” I replied. “If you need anything tell me okay?” I sip the coffee at the cafeteria on the tenth floor, lunchbreak would be over around ten minutes later. I should hurry up, Landon was released last night, after work, I will meet him. My phone rings and I receive it, “Why did you do it Lilyana?”Landon’s voice is cold. “I couldn’t see you locked up, all these years you worked hard to make sure we’d survive I couldn't let them go to waste,” I spoke softly, trying not to think much about it. “You don’t know, how much danger you have put yourself into,” he says again, anger evident in his voice. “From now on, don’t reach out to me, he will be tracing your every move and I don’t want that okay? I will make a plan on how you can escape him.” his voice pleaded but that just raised war
I stared at the white ceiling of my room, it’s been four hours since I am staring into the blankness, his words still echo in my mind, after he called me a murderer, I lashed out at him, and yelled at him. When I asked why he called me a killer, he just smiled and dropped me back home. It’s three am yet I can’t sleep, my mind too awake with the rush of hormones, too busy to try to interpret why he would say something like that, or maybe he just likes to torment me. I don’t know when the sun rose but it feels too soon for the night to be over, I walked into the bathroom to get ready, my eyes are puffy and my head is aching, I feel sick, probably because of not sleeping the night. Reaching, the office, I start to work in peace as Adrian is not here which is a bit strange, but still, nice, with no one to order around. As I work on the files, instantly my fingers reached out to massage the side of my head throbbing with pain, groan slip past my lips as I open the tap of the water bottl
You think you danced with the devil and are in love now. - swim. (Chase Atlantic) ’s name popped up, “Hello,” I received the call, “Miss Mavis, I think the blue file on the current project is with you. I need it .” his voice is sharp, edgy. “yes, do you need it right now, sir?” I checked the watch, all the other employees will leave in around thirty minutes, he must be working overtime again. “yes,” he replies. “Okay, I will try to reach the office as soon as possible.” cutting the call, I change from my oversized shirt into a denim and white top. I opened the drawer and took out the chain L andon gave me on my last birthday, a platinum chain with two pearls at the centre of it. I notice the bracelet in my hand, the one which Adrian gave me, the moonflower embedded in it, he’d made me promise to never remove it, and I never did, not because I didn’t want to
Six, months later-“Adrian.” I moaned,his lips sucked on my neck, his other hand rubbing circles on my clit,I moaned, at the bite on my neck.“Someone will see.”I moan, “then let them, darling,”The elevator door opens, and I push him away, scared, a old woman enters the elvator.As the elevator, stops at the top floor, the scannar beeps as the door opens ,our hands intertwined, as he carries me to his room.He throws me on the bed, “I am going to fuck you so hard, baby that your thorat will be hoarse screaming my name.”“Then fuck me husband, I need you.” I bring him closer, with his collar, a chain dangling on his neck,as I taste him.Before, I know, he ripped off my panites, his mouth sucking and nipping, I cried out when he harshly made me sleep on my tummy, raising my ass in the air, he thrusted in, “Oh god.” I screamed, his other hand went around my hair, he threw my head back with his grip.His lips pressed against mine, swallowing my screams,as he thrusted in and out “You ar
THIRD PERSON POV.Soon, The battle in the dimly lit warehouse continued, with the two sides locked in a fierce struggle.Adrian's martial arts on display, as he relentlessly pummeled Jacob with a series of powerful punches. Jack staggered, struggling to defend himself “Now this is fucking high, I wanted.” Adrian graoned, Landon managed to land a vicious cut on Adrian, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision from back.Adrian winced in pain, a searing gash marring his side, but he didn't relent. As the fight raged on, Adrian's reinforcements with men, closed in on Landon and Jacob, their combined strength and numbers beginning to win.A sudden gunshot reverberated through the air. Winston, who had been bound and injured, took a bullet, the shot fired by Landon in a final act of desperation. Time seemed to freeze as Winston crumpled to the ground, pain etched across his face, Worried itched into Adrian’s face, he walked to him, “fuck you are bleeding too much,”Taki
As soon as we reach the home, he pushes me against the wall, “I thought maybe, for once, you came back for me.”“But how can I forget, that you will always be his sister.”He spat, his eyes throwing daggers, at me.“What happened, what did I do?” I spoke out softly confused seeing him so angry.He scoffs, “You can drop the act, darling.”“I seriously don’t know- ” He punched the wall, beside me, hurt flashed in his eyes, “You never know, you never did, it’s me I am the cursed one, who remember everything and still doesn’t forget this face.”His hand on my jaw, for a second, he went somewhere else, he was looking into me, but not at me“Adrian.” I whisper, my hands caress his face, and just like that he came back, “Calm down-” his arm grabs mine as he drags us to his room.Taking the photo frame,that I kept beside his bed, he held it tightly, untill it crushed under his grip, “Adrian.”I screamed, blood dripped from his hand.“A fucking camera built in the photoframe, nice idea darling.”
A day later-9.00PMToday is different,that’s what I said when the day started, but I guess not,the night weather is chilly cold, and he is not home.I have no appetite, twirling the fork in my hands, his face pops infront of me, he looked different today, his face pale, his posture stiff,his eyes red, as if he had sleepless night.Suddenly, footsteps echo, I freeze. Adrian walks into the kitchen, the buttons, on his white shirt open, his hair dishelved, as if he had run his fingers through them too many times, as he moves closer, the smell of alcohol hits me.His piercing eyes watches me.“Is he drunk?”“No, I am not darling.” His voice booms in the empty silence, making me realise, I just spoke it out aloud.“Wait,Adrian.” I say, but he just raises his hand in air, in denial and leaves.Slowly, I walk towards his room, expecting it to be locked, but it opens, with my push.Surprise flickers me, Finding Adrian in bed, his lips murmuring, “I am sorry,mom.” his voice filled with agony
CHAPTER 69.I thought bitter words hurt, but his ignorance, his denial of me hurts more then anything, as if am stabbed, but there is no blood, no wounds, yet it pains so much.Adrian’s pov. “Sir, your home is breached.”Thomas spoke.Getting up from the chair, the view of the city appeared, from the glass to ceiling walls, curiosity rose,in me.Who dares to enter my home without permission.“It’s Ma’am.” I breathed out, a uncomfortable feeling grew in me, suffocating me, my hands touched my chest, where the scar is left.The night engraved in my skin, the bullet didn’t hurt much but the one who shot, did.“Do you want me to take immediate action?” Thomas, voice more pleading, he is not just my assistant, but the only one I can consider my family, my brother, who has been there with the tides.“No, let her be.”“I think you should not trust her, what if-” Thomas worried voice, made me chuckle, “Don’t worry, Winston, I will handle it.”“I am sorry, you are my boss, but I am saying this
A week later.In the silence of night,from moon,to the stars,till the rays of sun,with eyes fixed on thelovers’ intertwined hands,I see you.in the tiny breaths, with the tiny steps I take,Why does my feet want to runto you?Is it because, you are the cure to the madness living in me?I scribble the words in my diary before writing the next line.Or is it the the madness, you left in me, with your fading touch?“Butterfly?” Jack’s voice startles me, hiding the diary under the pillow, “Yes, are you ready?”“Yeah, just a minute.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I give a light touch to my hair, before leaving the room.His gaze falls on me, I smile at him, “You look beautiful.”“You look nice too.” I murmur, he offers me his hand and I take it.As we sit in mustang, he drives, my mind takes me back,all I did, was cry in my room.Locking myself in the room, with no lights on, I slept or atleast tried to escape from it all, but even in dreams he haunts me.The mirror haunts me,
PRESENT.Bullet shot , hitting his chest, then why do I feel a hole in my heart?Staring at the dim lights of my room, the pitter patter of rain does nothing to calm, I stare at the ceiling, taking deep breaths.Moving my hands in the air, I look at the scar, left behind in the car crash, that day is engrained in my memory .Everytime, I smile, the memories flash infront of me, making me think that some kind of curse has fell upon me.Cause even after all these months, I am imprisoned, with them, with the look in his eyes, when I shot him.Taking the phone, I open his instagram, millions of people follow him, his page looks perfect, like a fairytale, flashy cars, expensice trips, and wines, with girls hanging around his arms.My hands tremble, seeing my ring finger empty, it layed in the drawer.I don’t know why I feel so uneasy, it’s like everything I do, panic envelops me, nervousness grips me and when it’ is time to sleep, I stare at the walls, feeling numb and empty wishing someth
he night will turn to dusk yet there won’t be any light for his love will turn into sin, into hate, nobody knew.THIRD PERSON POV.FOUR WEEKS LATER.Hands on her shoulder, they walk together in the corridors,everyone stare at them.“So, tell me butterfly, are you going to wear my jersey for the next football match?” His hands on her waist, her back colliding with the lockers.Her eyes narrowed, replying “You already know,I really don’t like watching this games, I know everyone is crazy in town for the football, but I barely seem to tolerate it.”“Butterfly, come for me, atleast once.” He twirled, her hair strands, she stared at him, lost in her thoughts, her eyes strayed moving to him, Aiden,his eyes screaming at her to get away from him.A smirk lifted her lips,pulling Jacob by his shirt, her lips fell on his cold ones, Jacob’s hands grabbed her waist, his body pressed against her, his breath harsh, his heart raced, kissing her.This was the first time that she kissed him.A smile tu
I can lie to you and tell you you can get me out your head ,But I'm lovin' all the pain I'm causing you too much instead, baby.- (Sickkick- mindgames.)Aiden’ pov.I stare at the black wall, ahead, the light bulb above me swinging because of the wind, hands tied behind my back,I have been here before, and Now again here I am, just because, he wants me too.All becuase of Money.Money is power, the bitter truth of life.Steps, echo as Lily’s brother enters, “How have you been? it’s been a long time, Aiden.”“Do,you really have to tie me up everytime, while conversing with me?” At my question, he laughed “Yes, it’s fun to see.”“It doesn’t feel nice does it? when someone constantly annoys you, that’s what you do, Aiden, you poke your noise where it doesn’t belong.”“I am getting bored with your childish tricks, just say whatever you want and let me get the fuck out of here.” My mind stuck on my mom, her health was slowly deteoriating, she needed to go to the hospital.His hands snaked