GUTEMBERG
My apartment was too quiet. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of the city lights coming through the windows, illuminating the white marble and the perfect lines of the kitchen. It was the kind of place that should make someone feel on top of the world. To me, lately, it just seemed empty. My sister wasn't there. Again. Her room was dark when I passed by, and something told me that she had gone to our parents' house. This bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Not that I could blame her, they can be persuasive when they want to be.
''Are you going to tell me what the hell that was all about last night, or am I going to have to get the truth out of you? '' Vincent's voice broke through my thoughts.
He was leaning against the bench, with that casual air he always carried, but his eyes... His blue eyes were dark, almost gray
DAVINA''Davina, come here now! You won't believe this!'' My mother's high''pitched voice echoed through the house as soon as I closed the door behind me.I sighed, dropping my backpack in the corner. My legs still ached from the day's rush, but I knew from her tone that there was no point in ignoring her. I walked into the living room, where my mother was sitting on the sofa, eyes shining as she frantically fiddled with her cell phone.''What is it now? ''I asked, crossing my arms.She held up her phone, showing a photo. Or rather, several photos. Pryia was there, wearing a tight dress that didn't look like one she usually wore. Next to her was an older man, probably in his forties, with neat black hair and green eyes that shone right through the screen.''Look at that, Davina! ''said my mother, with a smile that seemed to be one of relief. ''Pryia sent these photos of a new number. She's alive, and look who she's dating! A rich man, you can tell by his suit. They go so well together
DAVINAI was standing in Aaron's doorway, hesitating. Not because I didn't want to be there, but because his expression, surprised and confused, made me think that perhaps I had made a mistake by showing up unannounced. He didn't say anything straight away, but I noticed the details. His hair messed up in an almost cute way, the bruises on his face that looked better than they had in the morning. For a moment, I wondered if he was looking after himself or if someone was doing it for him.“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in? “ he finally said, opening the door a little wider. His voice sounded casual, but his eyes... His eyes were full of curiosity, as if he was desperate to understand what I was doing there.I stepped over the threshold and felt the air change. Aaron's house was something I had never imagined. The place exuded elegance in an almost irritating way, as if every detail was there to remind me that he didn't belong in my world. The hall was large
DAVINAI blinked several times, looking for the joke in his eyes.“Huh?”“You have something to tell me, Davina. I can see it in your face. And considering the time of day and how nervous you are, I'm going to guess it's something serious.” He tilted his head, analyzing me closely.I sighed and bit into my sandwich, more to avoid talking than out of hunger.“Come on, Davina. You didn't come here just to stare at my decorations or admire my beauty.” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with an amused glint. “Do you want to talk? Or is this just some new game I haven't figured out yet?”“Maybe it is a game.” I tried to sound casual, but my voice came out more hesitant than I would have liked.Aaron leaned his elbows on the worktop and watched me, as if he expected me to continue. But the intensity in his gaze made me want to look at something else. I turned away, letting my eyes wander around the kitchen. The elegance of the place seemed to contrast with Aaron's uncomplicated tone. Wh
DAVINA"I don't." His voice came out harsher than he probably intended. "My parents blocked my account. They don't trust me with money, not until I..." He paused, his eyes avoiding mine."Until you what?" My brow furrowed.Aaron shrugged, as if it wasn't important. But I could smell it—it was important, at least to him."It's too long and twisted a story for now."He walked back into the kitchen, and I watched him, feeling the desperation growing inside me. I knew I was asking for something big, but I also knew that Aaron was one of the few people who could help me."I need your help, Aaron. Please." My voice almost broke at the end.He stopped and stared at me, the anger gradually softening, replaced by something that seemed closer to pain."I'll manage, Davina," he finally said, his tone serious and definitive. "But I'm not going to let you face this alone."I wanted to believe him, but doubt still lingered in my heart.My father could die in a few hours if I didn't get the money.Th
DAVINAI rolled my eyes, a mixture of frustration and exasperation, trying to ignore the way he seemed to be amused by my reaction. Silly muscles."Hurry up and get dressed, Aaron," I replied, trying to stay focused and play the indifferent one. No woman needs to boost a man's ego. "We don't have much time."He patted my shoulder, more as a gesture of mockery than comfort. I ignored him and turned away, trying to stay calm, but I knew he was doing something. When I turned back, he was ready.What I didn't expect was the impact his appearance would have on me. Aaron was dressed completely in black. Black top, black pants, black sneakers. The outfit highlighted everything I tried not to notice. What really caught my eye was how the black highlighted his gray hair, making him look darker and more handsome, almost as if he wasn't from this world. I found myself staring longer than I should have, an uncomfortable but undeniable sensation sprea
AARON MILLERThe music in the nightclub vibrated like a deaf drum in my ears, but the only thing I could feel clearly was Davina. My hand rested on her waist, and the warmth of her skin felt like an instant addiction. Every curve fit perfectly in the palm of my hand, an overwhelming, suffocating sensation that told me she should be there, with me.We started walking towards the entrance and she shivered. I squeezed her waist and leaned in, pressing my lips against her shoulder."It's okay,” I whispered, my voice low enough not to be heard by anyone else, even though there was no one close enough.Davina turned her face to me, her eyes burning with that fire that only she had, and even without a word, I knew she believed me. I smiled at her, as if everything was under control, even though inside me the adrenaline was rushing like lightning.When I got to the door, the security guard stared at me. He was bald, with a thick red beard. A tattoo of scratches covered the left side of his fa
AARON MILLERKJ left us at a table with a calculated smile before disappearing into the VIP wing. The heavy door closed behind him with a slam, isolating us from whatever was going on inside. I knew that the game had hidden layers. It always had. But that didn't matter. That night, I couldn't lose.The first game was easy. Chips slid towards me while the other players gave me suspicious looks. A second quick win turned the stares into something more aggressive. When I won the third round in a row, the atmosphere became as tense as a steel wire about to snap."There's something wrong here," one of the guys muttered, throwing his cards on the table. He had broad shoulders and a scar that cut across his eyebrow. "You're stealing, kid.""Stealing?" I raised my hands, trying to sound calm, but feeling the adrenaline rise. "I didn't know luck was a crime."Davina, next to me, gasped softly, her expression vacillating between concern and fear. I could feel the panic starting to take hold of
GUTEMBERGMy fingers skimmed across the page in a hurry, a habit I picked up as soon as I started reading physical books - that's another thing about me, I prefer real books to e-books. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, a book resting in my hands. The low light from the lamp highlighted the shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of calm. The novel I was reading was one full of twists and turns and tragedy, my favorite kind, especially if the main character is the hero and the villain at the same time. I was at an important moment in the story, Carl Pickett has just discovered that he has a brain tumor and only a few months to live, so he catches his girlfriend and his best friend in bed and decides he's going to do whatever he wants. His first act, to take his friend's wife. I keep my passion for romance a secret for one reason: vulnerability.The high-pitched sound of the phone vibrating on the side table interrupted the silence. I blinked, letting my finger mark the page,
DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u
DAVINAThe clock seemed to mock my lack of patience. The last lesson of the day always dragged on, but today, every second seemed like an eternity. It wasn't the teacher's fault, he did his best to keep us interested, but the persistent feeling of being watched took my focus away.Especially as I knew where the stares were coming from.Tom.I pretended not to notice, but his stares were obvious, even if he tried to be discreet. Every time he thought I wasn't looking, there he was, staring. Before, it would have made me blush. Today, it just made the blood boil in my veins.He had the audacity to stare at me like that while still reposting happy photos with his pregnant fiancée on social media. “Our family is growing,” read the caption on her latest post.I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending the lesson. Finally. I gathered my things in a hurry, sensing that he would try to talk to me again. He's been trying all week. Two weeks ago, when he came with his mask of sympat
DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s
DAVINAThe smell of forgotten clothes and a light, aged floral perfume hung in the air. My mother was in bed, motionless, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes were open but empty, fixed on the ceiling. The room was plunged into darkness. The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight that insistently tried to come through the windows."Mom..." My voice sounded softer than I had intended, almost like a plea. I entered the room carefully, like someone invading a broken shrine. It's been a month. Thirty long, suffocating days since we lost Dad.She didn't answer. She didn't even blink.I approached the bed, leaning over to meet her gaze."I know it hurts, but... I'm here too, Mom. I need you." My eyes began to sting, but I held back the tears. Someone had to be strong.Again, silence.I sighed, running my hand over my face. Every day, the hope of bringing her back seemed to diminish. It was as if Dad's death had taken her soul with it, leaving only her body behind. I turned to the small
DAVINAWe were on the bed, facing each other. Timmy was leaning on his hands, one on either side of me, as if he didn't want to invade my space, but couldn't move away.Good.I didn't want him to move away.His breathing was slow but heavy, and his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I could say the same about myself, but it wasn't true; my breathing was frantic, as was my pulse.He lowered his head, bringing his face close to mine. His eyes roamed over my face as if he wanted to memorize every detail. Then, without warning, he kissed my forehead, then down to my collarbone, his lips warm against my skin. My whole body reacted to that touch, a shiver running down my spine, then my arms, legs, fingertips.Little shocks."You're so beautiful," he whispered, the husky, deep sound of his voice making me close my eyes for a moment. "And I love your perfume."I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling a little."It's moisturizing." His eyes were squeezed shut, like when you wake up and can't cope wi
DAVINATimmy was kissing me with a fervor I had never imagined he was capable of, and, in a matter of seconds, he took my tongue, stole my breath, and everything around him disappeared.My monster.That's what he said, isn't it? That he was my monster. The only one I could ever have.But what did that mean? My best friend didn't ask permission, there was no room for any hesitation. He simply took, demanded and stole what he wanted, as if he were consuming me, and I didn't want to resist that wave of intensity. His fingers touched all the right places, making me lose track of what was real and what was repressed desire. Something inside me wanted him not to stop.His hands squeezed my waist even tighter, holding me prisoner in a relentless kiss where he took more than I was ready to give. And when he finally pulled away, his breath still hot against my skin, his eyes were filled with an insane possessiveness, as if he had finally taken something that rightfully belonged to him.And, i
DAVINAMidnight opened the door and, before I could ask another question or try to understand what was going on, he was already leaving. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and silence overtook the kitchen.I stood there in the same spot, trying to process everything that had happened. I still didn't know what he really wanted, but what he had just suggested seemed ridiculous, even absurd. Cake? He couldn't be serious. But there was something in his tone, something in the way he spoke that made me feel that he really wasn't joking.I looked down at my hands, my fingers still trembling slightly, as if I could touch what he had just left behind. He gave me a task, something to do, but at the same time he treated me as if he were... controlling me. I didn't know what to think, and every second that passed made me feel more lost. What the hell did he want?The knock on the door made me jump, still lost in the thoughts that were piling up in my head. Is he back? I tried not to fo
DAVINAMy anger was about to consume me completely, and he was doing it to me. He was doing it while his expression remained calm, while his breathing was unchanged. How could he? My teeth were clenched, my heart pounding, the urge to put my hands on his thick neck and squeeze until he couldn't breathe anymore growing. His every word sounded like an insult."You have no right!" I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. "You can't make Gutemberg give up!"He looked at me, smiling slightly, but his gaze was serious, impassive."Why?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, as if trying to understand my resistance. As if it were a game, something easy to solve.Those words exploded in my mind before I could control them:"Because he owes me!" My voice came out firm, but my anger didn't subside.Midnight kept his gaze fixed on me, but didn't respond immediately. Instead, he let out a sigh, as if he were sharing a weight he'd been carrying for a while."That's not true, is it?" His voice became lower,
DAVINAThe smell of chocolate still hung in the air as I looked at the cake on the counter. The syrup ran smoothly down the sides, forming a sweet puddle on the plate. It was an attempt to make the day less heavy, but not even the taste of the cake could dispel the cloud of tension that surrounded me. The muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway made my heart race. I glanced at my mother's bedroom door, as if I could guarantee her safety with just one look.She's asleep, I thought. She's taken enough of a tranquilizer to make her sleep until tomorrow night.The knock on the door froze me. Three firm knocks, spaced apart.It's late, who would come here?My first thought was KJ. He wouldn't hesitate to show up at my house, not after what he'd done to my father. The man had the gall to go to the funeral, a cold smile on his face, as if we were pawns in a game he controlled. But what does he want now?I swallowed and reached fo