The gory sight had Katniss’ mobility rapt as she stood transfixed at the spot. She was moon-eyed and agape with fright and shock, she was indeed scared to her bones.
Her eyes were glued to the unpleasant scene as for some reason, she couldn’t take them off the sight. She had a strong phobia for blood and seeing this much amount of it at once was just too much for her body to handle.
She began to profusely sweat as her body started to quiver. She needed to get out of there fast or else she might spaz out as a result of the phobia. But she couldn’t move neither her arms nor legs, she was frozen, stuck in place like a statue.
“What to do?” She wondered and reasoned then finally came to a quick conclusion that pain could snap her out of this dazed condition. But how? She couldn’t move her body so how was she going to induce pain on herself?
She needed to leave this place quick
Katniss smirked haughtily to herself as she made her way to the room where the security computers were kept. She had done a good job, a great job even; disguising herself as an investigative officer and fooling that Clara of a girl was no small thing. Up until now, she didn’t even know she had that great feat of acting skills and she wondered if she’d make it big as an actress. Hmm. Noah had always told her she’d look good on television and it seems he wasn’t too far from the truth. Katniss sighed sadly at the thought of Noah as the complacent smirk faded away. She really hoped and prayed within her that he was okay wherever he was and should please hang on safely until she finds out his location and saves him from whatever mess he might’ve encountered. Katniss had reached the small cubicle described to her by Clara. She gently pressed down the door handle and the door c
The room was rendered almost completely dark as it was only lit up by a standing night lamp right next to Katniss’ bed; all the windows were shut and the blinders were closed and none of the light switches were turned on as well. Katniss had now come to enjoy the darkness as lit up rooms now irritated her.The floor was littered with empty bottles of alcohol, stubbed out cigarette sticks, wraps which previously contained cocaine and other narcotics, packs of valiums and other sedatives, empty and nameless medicine bottles that previously contained God knows what, and used syringes. Broken glasses and splinters were scattered everywhere in the room as a result of Katniss’ occasional emotional outbursts which would cause her to violently break and smash one or two things around the room.Her emotional outbursts usually involve loud groaning, sobbing, cussing and crying as she remembers Noah and ev
The clock chimed it’s tune the instant it struck the hour of eight pm. Katniss stood, looking elegant as ever, as she admired herself in front of the mirror in her room.Katniss was dressed in a V-neck ball gown that dipped low enough to show her cleavage. It was an exquisite rouge tulle ball gown adorned with a floral applique . Her long ginger hair was curled and beautifully done into a wrapped textured bun in a bow. Her face which was already starting to undergo the effects of the drugs she was taking, had it’s effects attractively hidden under layers of makeup. Her whole look was bolded by her expensive selection of golden jewelry. She gently squeezed the golden locket on her neck and smiled softly at her reflection in the mirror.She looked gorgeous. She heaved a sigh and turned away from the mirror. She picked up her golden diamond studded clutch purse and headed out of her r
“Pleased to make your fine acquaintance Miss Katniss.” Ludale said with his hand still extended for a handshake. Katniss stared him down from head to toe with disgust vividly expressed on her face. She fixed her gaze firmly on that extended hand of his for a few seconds before looking up at his face again.He had a smile on and it highlighted his river blue eyes. Katniss was good at reading people just from a mere glance, something she’d usually praise as a rare gift. She was able to pick up some weird inkles of mischief surrounding this Ludale’s demeanor. She wondered what business her mother would have with this man or what hidden agenda he had behind those bright eyes of his. Something felt wrong.She scoffed and looked away from his face then faced her mother with full attention.“Care to tell me the meaning of this mother?” Katniss inquired sternly. Ludale smiled in discomfit as he recoiled his arm, surely getting the message that Katniss didn’t want to shake
The Blue Moon Diamond of Josephine, the priced possession of the Fremont Family that has been passed on cordially from one generation to the next under the lineage of Josephine Fremont (1815), the original owner.All through it's lifetime, it has been hunted down by numerous enemies, some of which came close but couldn't touch, some on the other hand succeeded but later as would fate have it, the diamonds were recovered safely. But simultaneously as the years grew on, the number of enemies prying after the diamond grew along with it.Due to the increasing number of enemies, the possessor of the diamond at the time, Vance Fremont(1925) deemed it fit to hide the diamond in a place where it's ruthless hunters would not suspect, somewhere in the heart of North Africa. Only then did the diamond remain safe.Vance Fremont in 1997 at his dying breath told his son Williamson Fremont about the diamond and it's hidden
After a thirty minute chauffeured drive, the family alighted at Fernando's also expensive mansion which was situated at a secluded area, with minimal houses in sight. The couple shared a look before proceeding into the mansion. There in the upstairs lounge was Fernando seated, engrossed in a magazine with a cigarette stick pressed against his lips." Williamson? What a surprise. You didn't tell me you were coming over." Fernando said looking away from his magazine on noticing his good friend's presence." I'm only here with my family without prior notice because there's trouble." Williamson explained putting his hand over his wife's shoulders." Trouble? Why!" Fernando exclaimed setting down his magazine." They're after the diamond. I swear, they've been following me all day and I feel it's time I return the diamond back to Africa, I shouldn't have brought it back in the first place all it has done is endanger my family are I."" So I presume you
The man was the first to come inside the room, he had a deep scar on his forehead and it made him look menacing. His eyes searched the room for the presence of people or something valuable. All that was in sight were shattered pieces of glass, fallen books and disarranged furniture and upholstery. The rest of the men that followed 'Scar-Face' entered into the room."There." One of the men pointed out. He pointed at the briefcase laid on the floor."That briefcase. Could it be it?" He added and 'Scar-Face' hummed a reply before going over to check it out. He opened the black briefcase but there was no diamond in it. What struck his attention was that the pouch in the briefcase was specifically shaped like a diamond, that is to show that this briefcase was made to house a diamond but the diamond wasn't in it. Someone was with it and surely that person hadn't gone far."Empty." 'Scar-Face' said then flung the briefcase away and it flew across the room."Se
"Tell him to set the bomb. It's going to kill everybody in that mansion. Everything will be destroyed by the time the SWAT gets down there. Boss' order." Pablo completed the statement after the abrupt pause and Brock was thrown into a state of utter bewilderment on hearing just how cruel his boss could be in a bid to cover up his tracks. This was the height of it all. Killing numerous people at once just because you don't want them to get caught. Selfish cruelty."But what about the diamond? Doing that will kill everyone and destroy the diamond as well. Everything we've been working for will be turned to ashes. Literally.""You think that boss isn't aware of that? He was the one that told me to call you so you should know he has thought this through and arrived at a conclusion which is to blow up the damn mansion. So just call James and have him do as instructed, do you hear me?""Yes." Brock replied with a tone that lac
“Pleased to make your fine acquaintance Miss Katniss.” Ludale said with his hand still extended for a handshake. Katniss stared him down from head to toe with disgust vividly expressed on her face. She fixed her gaze firmly on that extended hand of his for a few seconds before looking up at his face again.He had a smile on and it highlighted his river blue eyes. Katniss was good at reading people just from a mere glance, something she’d usually praise as a rare gift. She was able to pick up some weird inkles of mischief surrounding this Ludale’s demeanor. She wondered what business her mother would have with this man or what hidden agenda he had behind those bright eyes of his. Something felt wrong.She scoffed and looked away from his face then faced her mother with full attention.“Care to tell me the meaning of this mother?” Katniss inquired sternly. Ludale smiled in discomfit as he recoiled his arm, surely getting the message that Katniss didn’t want to shake
The clock chimed it’s tune the instant it struck the hour of eight pm. Katniss stood, looking elegant as ever, as she admired herself in front of the mirror in her room.Katniss was dressed in a V-neck ball gown that dipped low enough to show her cleavage. It was an exquisite rouge tulle ball gown adorned with a floral applique . Her long ginger hair was curled and beautifully done into a wrapped textured bun in a bow. Her face which was already starting to undergo the effects of the drugs she was taking, had it’s effects attractively hidden under layers of makeup. Her whole look was bolded by her expensive selection of golden jewelry. She gently squeezed the golden locket on her neck and smiled softly at her reflection in the mirror.She looked gorgeous. She heaved a sigh and turned away from the mirror. She picked up her golden diamond studded clutch purse and headed out of her r
The room was rendered almost completely dark as it was only lit up by a standing night lamp right next to Katniss’ bed; all the windows were shut and the blinders were closed and none of the light switches were turned on as well. Katniss had now come to enjoy the darkness as lit up rooms now irritated her.The floor was littered with empty bottles of alcohol, stubbed out cigarette sticks, wraps which previously contained cocaine and other narcotics, packs of valiums and other sedatives, empty and nameless medicine bottles that previously contained God knows what, and used syringes. Broken glasses and splinters were scattered everywhere in the room as a result of Katniss’ occasional emotional outbursts which would cause her to violently break and smash one or two things around the room.Her emotional outbursts usually involve loud groaning, sobbing, cussing and crying as she remembers Noah and ev
Katniss smirked haughtily to herself as she made her way to the room where the security computers were kept. She had done a good job, a great job even; disguising herself as an investigative officer and fooling that Clara of a girl was no small thing. Up until now, she didn’t even know she had that great feat of acting skills and she wondered if she’d make it big as an actress. Hmm. Noah had always told her she’d look good on television and it seems he wasn’t too far from the truth. Katniss sighed sadly at the thought of Noah as the complacent smirk faded away. She really hoped and prayed within her that he was okay wherever he was and should please hang on safely until she finds out his location and saves him from whatever mess he might’ve encountered. Katniss had reached the small cubicle described to her by Clara. She gently pressed down the door handle and the door c
The gory sight had Katniss’ mobility rapt as she stood transfixed at the spot. She was moon-eyed and agape with fright and shock, she was indeed scared to her bones.Her eyes were glued to the unpleasant scene as for some reason, she couldn’t take them off the sight. She had a strong phobia for blood and seeing this much amount of it at once was just too much for her body to handle. She began to profusely sweat as her body started to quiver. She needed to get out of there fast or else she might spaz out as a result of the phobia. But she couldn’t move neither her arms nor legs, she was frozen, stuck in place like a statue.“What to do?” She wondered and reasoned then finally came to a quick conclusion that pain could snap her out of this dazed condition. But how? She couldn’t move her body so how was she going to induce pain on herself? She needed to leave this place quick
Katniss ran swiftly, as fast as her legs could carry her out of the Costello Mansion in pursuit of Noah. He had somehow been able to leave the mansion's vicinity in a short time, he was out of close sight. Katniss sighed as there was no sign of him around, then she proceeded to walk back to the mansion. Katniss' steps halted suddenly at the main entrance of the mansion, her hand frozen on the door knob as a thought crossed her mind.Was she really going to let her mother win? Of course this is what her mother wants; for her to simply give up on Noah. But no she wasn’t going to accept defeat that easily.“You should be ready to go the extra mile for who you love.” She mentally told herself as a smirk gradually took form on her face. She chuckled and pressed down the door knob then walked briskly into the house and then to her room to get her car keys. Her family members were already in their vario
An agaped housekeeper stared at the human figure before her. Well, it was a man quite alright, a burly well built one at that. He seems to have acquired the highly sought after body of 'one who lives at the gym.' Apart from his nice stature, everything else was a total no, no. Nada, not coming anywhere close to Lady Lucinda's ridiculous standards. His well defined masculine body which seemed to be his only saving grace can't even make up for the fact that HE wasn't at all the guy they had all envisioned Katniss' fiance to be. I mean, he was far beyond expections. Where was that glow and glimmer? The razzle and the dazzle? The riches, the golds and diamonds? The flashy entourage and the fleet of ridiculously expensive rides? Where was the flare? The rich guy pizzazz? Where was all of that? Clearly the man in front of Housekeeper Mary possesed none of those, not
It was a norm in the Costello Mansion for dinner to be observed at sharp 7pm and it was already 7;47pm; Noah was fourty-seven minutes late as it is. Katniss was worried and had already began to pace to and fro impatiently because apart from the tense feeling of anxiousness that jittered her, she was equally pissed at Noah for being tardy.She was aware of Noah's habitual way of showing up late for the things that matter, he's hardly punctual. His late coming further extends to their dates and outings in which frequently results to Katniss' impatient waiting at the venue while Noah either intentionally or unintentionally doesn't show up on time.It can't be helped though, the lousy habit of tardiness had sunk deep into the man. Nevertheless, he should've at least TRIED to show up early for this. For Christ's sake, this is his first meeting with his future in-
~20 YEARS LATER~The atmosphere that filled Noah's dimly lit black and white themed bedroom was a rather rapturous one, oozing with budding ecstasy and waxing pleasure. The ambience was brought alive by the soothing sounds of soft moans and lips passionately clinking together. Katniss and her fiancé, Noah were lip locked in an intense kiss with their hands freely alternating and caressing different sides and places of the other's body. They utilized every single second they spent in the act to enhance the already fiery mood by trying their best to send feels down the other's spine. He was seated in a sprawled position on the bed while Katniss sat on his laps with her legs curled around his torso. His actions continued to add more pleasure to the kiss as his hands had already found it's way to her bare back, frequently alternating fro