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COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 26: OH! ACE
PEBBLES' POVI could sense it building inside me like a fierce ball of snow, deep in the pits of my stomach. I couldn't concentrate on anything around me, but the deafening beats of my heart. My adrenaline levels intensified to new heights, inducing my brain to go on the defence, firing out negative thoughts like a machine gun. The antagonistic notions tumbled out to the surface like dangerous waves crashing against rocky shores.“Sinister will find me—Sinister is gonna beat me—Sinister is gonna kill me-” My body wracked with bitter sobs. I shook like a leaf. Anxiety consumed every cell in my body, swelling them with terror. I practically felt my blood pressure soar, but I knew that was the least of my worries. What if he hurt Evie and her family? I would never forgive myself if he did.“Pebbles, I'm going to take you home." I heard a sweet voice whisper. It sounded like Ace's, but my brain was frozen with panic. It felt sore and empty. My vessels in my head felt like a cluster bomb h
Last Updated : 2023-04-08COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 27: GOOD MORNING, DOLLFACE
ACE'S POVFebruary 15th, 2009Two days - this girl had hardly been here for two fucking days, and I already felt like I would die without her. Why was I feeling this way when I had no heart? Pebbles made me forget what Lonergirl did to me; how she chewed me up and later spat me out like I was nothing; like I was filth on the bottom of a shoe. Fuck, Pebbles even had me listening to Air Supply and Frank Sinatra; Even The Nights Are Better with The Way You Look Tonight.I'm sorry, Kendrick Lamar, but I have a girl now—but did I actually have her? Was I particularly interested in her because I rescued her from getting raped?NO! That wasn't it. I craved to be with her all day; every day. It was like she was the oxygen that was keeping me alive. Last night was incredible. I had never felt that kind of desire, need, or attraction for another girl—well, apart from Lonergirl.Pebbles was not like any other girl I'd met. Maybe she wasn't human. Then she must have been an angel, one that I'd kn
Last Updated : 2023-04-08COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 28: WHERE IS PEBBLES?
Where could that black bastard be? Sinister contemplated to himself. Where is Pebbles? He had been to Paris, and she wasn't with the Browns. He tracked down Evie through Principal Sawyer.“That red-headed harlot knew something. She was lucky her parents were there, or else I would have beaten the truth out of her. The way she turned up her nose at me like I was trash. I should have slapped her across her face until she begged me to stop,” he mumbled to himself, then took a swig of his scotch. His informants notified him that the name Pebbles Hemington didn't pop up on any of their databases; They had checked the train stations, the bus terminals, and the airports — even so, there was no trace of her.Something odd came up when Val, a man who owed Sinister a favour, told him that there was missing footage from the airport that day she went missing, which got Sinister thinking that Pebbles might have gotten help. He knew whoever assisted her must be someone with a lot of money and connec
Last Updated : 2023-04-08COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 29: OFF TO THE GAME PART 1
PEBBLES' POVI scrambled through my suitcase, trying to cypher through those rags I called clothes. I struggled to find a decent enough outfit. The only items I found were brown corduroy pants that had seen better days and Grandma's old blue cotton sweater that was missing a button or two.I was never a girl who paid much attention to material objects or overly obsessed about outer beauty, but I wanted to look perfect for Ace. He requested me to accompany him to a football game that evening; it astonished me when I learnt he was a Harvard sophomore. My mouth fell agape when he revealed he was also an honour student on the Dean's list.I slipped on the raggedy items of clothing, praying to God that they didn't rip apart from old age and deterioration, then I made my approach to the living room. Ace was leaning against the front door. He had a hand in his pocket, and he was twirling a set of keys on his finger. He launched forward as he kept my gaze. This man was nothing less than extra
Last Updated : 2023-04-09COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 30: OFF TO THE GAME PART 2
I calmed myself with deep breaths. “Who?” I asked and just like clockwork, Jillian showed up.“Hey guys,” she greeted.“Jilly, take care of her. You know the details and Dollface, I'll see you later,” he kissed me on the lips and jogged off towards the locker room.“Well, I'll be damned. He has this rule about not kissing on the lips — What are you, some kind of witch?” Jilly tugged my hand and pulled me along the corridors. I could not help it. Jealousy chewed at my soul like a dementor from hell. “So, do you come to his games often?”“Woah, easy there, Dollface, do not — I repeat, do not go there. Ace and I had never been intimate.”Damn! She saw right through me. But what the hell, she told me they had sex a couple of times. Liar. “But you said you two slept together a few times.”“Yeah, but that was just it. We didn't cuddle after, we didn't kiss. There was no cosmic connection — none of that Hallmark card bullshit. Ace is very complex. He has — issues, but as his ex-therapist, I
Last Updated : 2023-04-09COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 31: ISAAC JENKINS
It was the second half of the game. The Bulldogs and the Crimsons gave us an exceptional show. Both scores stood at 39. I could detect the animosity and rage that poisoned the atmosphere. It bled from the athletes on the retrieve. My eyes were always glued on number 69, I almost had a heart attack twice when I saw him being tackled by a few dirty, sweaty bodies. Their helmets and pads smashed against each other thunderously, granting me the notion that the Gods were angry. With merely a couple of seconds left on the time, there was only room for one more play. Ace had the ball, the clock read 14 seconds. The crowd was nail-bitingly silent. Beads of nervous sweat pebbled my forehead. The tension was so dense, you could cut it with a knife. I observed in apprehension as Ace dodged and flipped past the enemy. I felt and tasted the adrenaline that was gushing from the pitch and the onlookers around the stadium. I heard the coaches yelling.“Defence!”“Tackle him!”My mind went into slow
Last Updated : 2023-04-09COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 32: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
“Thanks for the ride, Profess—”“No, no, no — please, it's Isaac.”“OK, Isaac, thank you.” Pebbles cleared her throat. She felt ackward that he wanted her to address him by his first name. Being that he was a professor and all. “You're welcome. See you around, Pebbles.” He lingered until Pebbles was safely inside the house. His tires screeched against the gravel road as he drove off. Evie was the first person to call to see if she was OK. She cursed like a sailor when Pebbles informed her about what had transpired. Evie promised Pebbles that as soon as she was back in America, her foot would wear Ace's ass, then she would break Jenna's nose. It took Pebbles half an hour to diffuse her, but then she demanded to know about the sexy professor from the message. She declared he was eye candy. Pebbles quickly wished her a good night and then terminated the call. She did not know how to explain Isaac yet. He seemed sincere, and he was a gentleman, but she thought his expectations went deep
Last Updated : 2023-04-09COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 33: NIGHTMARE
They say nightmares are fragmented re-enactments of people or events your brain reserves from when you're awake; it twists and alters an already frightening memory into something far more perverse and disturbing. That was happening to our Pebbles. Her nightmares had returned—but they weren't gone for long. She finally felt at peace; safe when she entered the lives of the Dicksons. She thought she left her past; her old life behind along with the people who created all her pain and troubles, only to have a small insignificant piece of her story in which she preferred to forget, appearing at her front door in the essence of Jenna. She asked herself, how did Ace know Jenna and did he know who she was to her? The many outcomes of events that could occur if Jenna had seen her tormented her from the depths of her subconscious. Sinister came for her—she looked on in horror as he slashed open Bradley's throat. Ace battled to protect her, but he was no match for the power of the devil. He du
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COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 63: OLD HEN
Maxwell wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder and walked her outside to the waiting area of the Boston airport. The summer breeze gifted them a warm welcome. Maxwell peered down to look at Glenda's face and, for the first time in a long while, she was wearing a genuine smile.Maxwell was 45 years old, he lost his parents in a car crash when he was 10. Glenda being older by 16 years, took care of him like he was her own. Even after she wed and had children, she still treated him like a son instead of her brother. Glenda's son, Adam, is 33, married, and served in the US military while her daughter, April, is 28 and lives in Greece with her spouse. It had been Glenda and him for the last 8 years since her husband died when she was 30. Now 61, she deserved a break from hardship and stress. He was just happy that Bradley gave them such a great opportunity. Maxwell intended to get a second job while still working for the Dicksons so that he could buy a house for his sister and himself
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 62: EVIL WAYS
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SUICIDE AND CUTTING IN THIS CHAPTER, ALSO SOME OFFENSIVE HOMOSEXUAL TERMS THAT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME. ***********“Where the fuck is everyone?” Sinister yelled as he searched the mansion for his staff. “I need to know who let that fucker into my house.”“Uncle Sinister, what is going on?” Blaine ran up to the heated old man. He was on his way out when he heard Sinister's uproar. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Sinister asked as he inspected the blue-eyed man with disdain. “I told you I never wanted to see your faggot face again.”Sinister was not only a racist, but he was a bigot, homophobe, sexist, and the list goes on. A few weeks ago, 38-year-old Blaine, Sinister's nephew, came out to his family as being gay. He took home his fiancé, Keith, whom he had been seeing for the past year. Sinister chased them out of his house like they were filth. As for Blaine's twin sister, Blair, she always knew her brother preferred men, and that he was only w
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 61: THINK LIKE THE DEVIL
PEBBLES' POV AUGUST 30ETH 2009It had been a long night. I woke up snuggled in Ace's arms. We made love four times last night. With the pulsating feeling between my legs, I now realized that I should have rethought the last two times. I snickered to myself. I tried to untangle myself from his heavy limbs, but I failed miserably. “Morning, beautiful," Ace said groggily while he peeped from one eye. “Are you trying to ditch me after sleeping with me?” He chuckled.“Yes, you caught me." I rolled my eyes.“I'm afraid I can't let you leave me.” He tightened his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. “At least not until you kiss me.” I tugged the cover over my lips. “I will kiss you when I've brushed my teeth," I told him. My mouth tasted sour, and I was not about to poison Ace with my morning breath.“Pebbles — I'm sure your breath is not that awful.” He tickled me.Of course, he would say that. His breath wasn't that bad — in fact, his mouth had no smell other than of a
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 60: HOT SUMMER'S NIGHT PART 2
PEBBLES' POVThe blue sleeveless shirt he wore had a map of perspiration down the middle. His skin was as wet as if he just pulled himself from a pool. He flexed his muscles, and I gulped. The hot weather was aiding in igniting our passions, sending our internal blaze for each other into overdrive. The way Ace was undressing me with his eyes, made me feel like a woman, and he hadn't even touched me as yet. I spun around and faced the wall. The heat was too much.“Are you OK?” He asked concerned. “Yes. It's just when you look at me like that -” I breathed out. “I feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust.”He growled. I heard his feet scraping against the floor as he rushed up behind me. He leant in, his breath tickling my ear, sending heat waves down my neck then spanning out all over my body. His hands snaked around and cupped my breasts. My head tilted into him. “I want you Pebbles - Fuck it, I crave you,” he snarled, then he took my earlobe between his teeth.“Oh Jesus,” I sig
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 59: HOT SUMMER'S NIGHT PART 1
PEBBLES' POVIt was late afternoon, Ace texted me letting me know he was on his way home. I just had my third shower for the day. I knew summers were expected to be hot, but today the sun was at full blast, I prayed many times, beseeching God to turn it down a notch. Earlier, I heard on the radio that this summer has been the hottest one recorded in Massachusetts since the 1950s.I was dripping in sweat from head to toe. My skin was glistening and my nape damp. I took a few ice-cubes from the freezer and added them to my glass of water. This heat made it difficult to breathe, I sighed as I hoisted the water to my mouth and quaffed it down in one go.I heard the rumble of an engine and then tires screeching in the driveway. I proceeded to the window and peeped outside. Ace was home.I observed as he exited the car. I could detect the salty droplets trickling down Ace's face like gentle summer rain. The pellets of sweat rippled onto the concrete pavement as he conducted his way to the f
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 58: THREE-WAY
PEBBLES' POVAUGUST 28TH, 2009Today had been a complete and utter disaster.I woke up noticing a note from Ace, laden with beautiful testimonies of his love for me and pinnacle with detailed naughty things he wished to do to me.There was also a box at my door which contained the most elegant peach dress, with bedazzling rhinestones I'd ever seen. He then served me breakfast and informed me he made reservations for two at the most romantic and expensive restaurant in town.He hired a beautician to help me get fixed for the night. I received the royal treatment; the body massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, hair, makeup, and I got waxed in all the right places. I had finally decided on taking the next step with Ace.I was ready and waiting by 6 pm. I waited for three freaking hours, but he never showed up. No calls, texts, no nothing. I tried his phone over a dozen times, but it was off. I knew he went to the mansion to visit his son, but what could have happened for him to forget our
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 57: ALONE TIME
AUGUST 27TH, 2009BRADLEY'S POV“I wish to meet her today. I am an old man. Who knows how much longer I have on this earth?" Albert explained. It upset him I wouldn't let him see Pebbles. She had been discharged from the hospital just 3 days ago. The doctors informed me she was OK, only a little whiplash. “Albert, you have to consider that she has been through a lot. How do I introduce you two without telling her the story behind who you are?"“I don't know, but from what I've discovered, Pebbles is stronger than you realize. Something tells me she can handle it.”“I think you should let him meet her, Bradley. Pebbles has a right to know," Jimmy added.“OK. But it'll have to be a brief visit because I am busy moving into our new home. We only have 4 days remaining in this place. I promised everyone we'll be out of this house by the 1st of September," I announced.“And Bradley, are you sure you don't want company to go with you to Florida?” Jimmy asked.After what he had revealed to me
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 56: HEAVEN'S GATES
PEBBLES' POV“Hmm," I groaned. A feeling of zeal and contentment enveloped my soul. My eyelashes fluttered open, taking in the beautiful sky up above; the blue was bright and soft, bringing a serenity I never knew existed. The wind gently guided the clouds across the atmosphere, taking them to places far and wide. The equanimity that my brain encountered as I cloud gazed; imagining a bald-headed newborn drinking from its mother's breast brought a sense of calmness matching the warmth of the daylight's beams; the sun's rays were the brightest I've ever witnessed. I stretched my torso and ran my fingers over the ground where I laid. The earth was soft, and I felt stems snaking through my fingers. My fingertips tingled, and my senses heightened as a gust of wind captured the mixed aromas of the flowery field, delivering them straight to my nose.The birds sang sweet melodies as I rose to my feet. My eyes adjusted to the surrounding view.“Magnificent," I praised. I was in awe. Miles and
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 55: THE TRUTH BEHIND SINISTER'S HATRED
BRADLEY'S POVI sat in the coffee shop at the corner of Grace Street, sipping on a vanilla cappuccino. “Where is Jimmy?” I questioned myself. Seeing that he was 20 minutes late. He informed me he had some important news to pass on, but that he couldn't do it over the phone. Albert Penn also responded to come to meet us all the way from Georgia. I waited for another 20 minutes before I saw Jimmy strolling into the shop. He had an elderly gentleman with him. I assumed it was Albert. “I apologize for being late Bradley, I had to make a pit stop," Jimmy pulled out a chair and gestured for the old man to sit, then he took the seat next to him. “Bradley, say hello to Albert Penn," Jimmy announced.“Ah! So, you're Miranda Townsend's, Albert Penn?" I stretched my palm out to shake the man's hand. He was still a handsome-looking fellow. One could tell he was quite the looker in his prime. His silver hair was slicked back in a pompadour. His brown eyes were strikingly handsome, and his tall s
