Bullets were shooting through all directions as he made her duck inside a clothing shop and guarded her with a gun from his waist. She was petrified at the sight. Three men were shooting from the other side as the other one saw her in the shop. Zohan was shooting, making bullets shower before him. He looked behind now and then to see if she is safe. When he looked behind again, he didn’t see her.“Gloria,” He whispered. Putting the gun in his back he ducked down and dialled a number. “Shootting right at my location, send bridges.” Bridges was the code name for the army of weaponry.He cut the call and by leaving them to Carol and his men and the troop that’s about to come, he frantically searched for her. Shooting and ducking now and then, he looked back. He realized a few of them were gone from the shooting and they weren’t dead. “Shit,” He cursed under his breath. She had been taken. After a few minutes, the shootings intensified as the Bridges came. But then later it completely
“I have never seen a bait so beautiful.” The sound of a deep voice resonated from above the attic. Gloria who was sitting on the floor of the attic at one corner on top of the dust bed, looking miserable, looked up. A man looking down at her from above leaning against the railing. His eyes were not smiling but his mouth has turned up. There was a shadow casting on his face. Making half of his face not seen. In an elegant way, he made his way downstairs. Gloria scooted back. Why was she taken here? Who was he? Many thoughts circled in her head but she was unable to comprehend any of them as fear engulfed her. As he reached his final step, he was merely a few feet away from her. Gloria looked at him closely. His hair was dusted with a light blonde color and the length of it had reached the back of his neck. He wore a white shirt that tightly hugged his body as his muscles were visible. He approached her slowly. Gloria prayed for the world to swallow her at this point. She was so s
The sound of an immense blast from the car I abandoned a few moments ago made me realize the monsters had discovered me. My hands went numb from the cold and my lips turned blue. I couldn’t walk nor crouch here behind this ragged dustbin any longer because if I moved, they’d shoot me. I breathed as slowly as I could. Making sure they don’t hear me. I peaked a little. They were searching for me like dogs, looking through the alleys one by one. Before one of their gazes settled on the dustbin that was my shield, I immediately shoved myself back and closed my mouth with my hands. I prayed silently they didn’t find me. A few moments ago I was buying books. And now I am hiding from strangers who were trying to catch me. The moment I got out of the bookshop, a bunch of vans pulled up from behind me and tried to kidnap me. Before they could I kicked my way out of them and started my car but I was too late. They dragged me out by my arm. I offered money and they refused to say what they n
I supposed it was this whole incident that was driving me crazy because my legs were continuously shaking under the table. Josh was sitting right in front of me. Kye was nowhere to be seen. He was probably drooling in sleep while Josh was here trying to talk. After Kye and Josh were done talking and showering, Josh called me downstairs saying he has something important to talk about. What’s going on? I beg to know. Josh wasn’t being like himself and that was scaring me. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked as his arms were crossed over one another and his legs were continuously shaking. Damn. That’s what he is asking me after all this time. “No, not really. What about you? And who are those people? Why did they try to kidnap me?” I was in haste in case I lose my mind. He grinned usually, “I have a debt. I thought you should know about this.” “What debt?” “A few years ago, when I lost my first job I had to invest some money to start my new business. And at that time my pocket b
I have to keep myself guarded if I were to go to a party of the Evans. I have hated that man since my father formed a treaty between our families. His arrogance was impotent and so was he. His daughter was the one to throw a party during this winter season. I had worked with an excuse that I won’t be able to go but my father was so very adamant about making me attend this time-wasting spot. I felt he had the idea of trying to wed me off with someone like her. I’d rather throw her off a cliff than marry her because the world would be benefitted from it. Man, what a leech she is. Mira Evan.I sighed. Thankfully the car was moving slowly. That gave me some time to arrange my thoughts before we reach the party. I slid down deeper into the seat. I was tired of this and even more tired of these stupid parties. “Young Master, we are here.” I remained calm and got out. I can’t believe the speed of this whole thing when I don’t even want it to happen. The guards stood broadly as I entered
The mall was huge. Oversized corridors, hallways, and expensive branded markets shone the area lavishly. I looked around. I can’t believe Ojai had this side as well. Along with beautiful nature and mountains with vintage shops, small markets, and houses, there was a jaw-dropping townsite that looked no different than Tokyo. Nabi dragged me a little far than where we lived to do some shopping as I promised her. She kept dragging me here to there to buy me things. “Damn, it’s expensive,” I whispered to her showing her a flannel. She waved me off. “It’s meant to be, man. Try this.” She handed me a dress and shoved me to the fitting room. I sighed and took off my dress. Trying on the sleeveless dress with a beautifully embroidered chest I looked at myself. I smiled. “Pretty,” Though the dress was kind of tight and my skin was mostly showing I didn’t mind it. I grew up wearing baggy jeans and clothes and dresses only for occasions so wearing a pretty dress after a long time made me fe
The water was boiling. I spaced out moments ago. The onions were stinging my eyes. Though I stopped cutting them now. I broke out of my daze after the sound of the knife falling off of my hands resonated in the kitchen. Sighing, I picked it up and put it on the counter. I turned the stove off as the soup was ready. Placing it on a bowl I took it in front of the man who came in a few moments ago to take shelter from the rain. The storm was rising. Nabi told me that she will be staying at a friend's house today. Meanwhile, this mysterious man that I met a few times sipped the soup. He smiled and put it down. “I realized, I didn’t give you my name yet.” He said. “Yeah,” I said. “Well, I am Gloria Hensler.”“I am Zohan.” He simply said. He took another sip. Though my anxiety was eating me up from the inside I tried my best to remain indifferent. I made a mental note to review that envelope sent to me and hide it from Nabi. I can’t let her know about this. I remained quiet at the so
I looked her in the eyes and all that reflected was the pure betrayal I had performed, the fake disguise I had pulled. But did I lie to her? I never once lied to her.I told her I’d be here and I am here. In front of her with no disguise. I am what I am, naked to her eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheeks. I brushed it away. She looked helpless. I looked merciless. I smiled, “No tears allowed in front of me.”She shook her head and when I was sure the numbness and stiffness of her muscles calmed down, she shoved my hand away immediately and stood up. I was still on my knees. Her hands turned into small fists. Her cheeks turned the brightest shade of pink. She bit into her lips, unable to form words. “Do not be upset. Did I do anything to upset you?”“Bastard, you-” I stood up towering over her quivering figure as she shut up immediately. I brushed her cheeks again. I can’t stop doing this. “Bastard?”“Twisted-from-head, psychopath, bastard,” She said, fury deep in her voice.
“I have never seen a bait so beautiful.” The sound of a deep voice resonated from above the attic. Gloria who was sitting on the floor of the attic at one corner on top of the dust bed, looking miserable, looked up. A man looking down at her from above leaning against the railing. His eyes were not smiling but his mouth has turned up. There was a shadow casting on his face. Making half of his face not seen. In an elegant way, he made his way downstairs. Gloria scooted back. Why was she taken here? Who was he? Many thoughts circled in her head but she was unable to comprehend any of them as fear engulfed her. As he reached his final step, he was merely a few feet away from her. Gloria looked at him closely. His hair was dusted with a light blonde color and the length of it had reached the back of his neck. He wore a white shirt that tightly hugged his body as his muscles were visible. He approached her slowly. Gloria prayed for the world to swallow her at this point. She was so s
Bullets were shooting through all directions as he made her duck inside a clothing shop and guarded her with a gun from his waist. She was petrified at the sight. Three men were shooting from the other side as the other one saw her in the shop. Zohan was shooting, making bullets shower before him. He looked behind now and then to see if she is safe. When he looked behind again, he didn’t see her.“Gloria,” He whispered. Putting the gun in his back he ducked down and dialled a number. “Shootting right at my location, send bridges.” Bridges was the code name for the army of weaponry.He cut the call and by leaving them to Carol and his men and the troop that’s about to come, he frantically searched for her. Shooting and ducking now and then, he looked back. He realized a few of them were gone from the shooting and they weren’t dead. “Shit,” He cursed under his breath. She had been taken. After a few minutes, the shootings intensified as the Bridges came. But then later it completely
She looked at him with fear in her eyes. His lips were twisted from the sides making the cruel intentions in him stand out. Her hands were shaking. His hands were on her waist preventing her from falling down. As he saw how terrified she was. He looked at her softly. “What is wrong, My sweet?”Her lips were shaking. She did not know why she was so scared but the idea of her going out on his so-called ‘honeymoon’ terrified her to her guts. He brushed her hair that covered her face as he cupped her cheeks. Leaving a soft peck on her nose, he smiled against it. “If not a honeymoon, we must go out for some shopping.” He said and picked her up. He carried her to the library and he made her sit down on one of the couches. “Tell me, what do you want to read?”She was looking at him with no words. Her silence did not satisfy him. He walked up to one of the libraries and took one book out. Sitting beside her he gave her the book. “Read it. Relax. We’ll go out in the evening.”He said as he
Tapping his hand on the chair's armrest, Zohan sat with his head on his index finger. His eyes bored into the eyes of the man in front of him who sat on his knees. His hands were tied behind his back and blood dripped from his head. His lips were busted and bruises covered half of his body and face making him almost unrecognizable. His head hung low in front of the tyrant sitting with no intention of mercy to do in this warehouse. Using his legs to tap the thigh of the front man, he put his elbow on his knees and looked at the man. Eye to eye. “What made you so incapable of being useful?” Zohan asked. His voice was the only sound heard in the silent warehouse. The man’s head was still hung low, hoping the earth would swallow him. In this world, no one will ever want to be presented this way to Zohan Salvatore unless they wish for a barbaric death.Zohan awaited the man’s reply yet nothing.He looked down and smirked. His hair fell from his eyes. “I don’t appreciate such a late answ
She was throwing her hands at him and was pushing his chest but he didn’t even bulge. He indulged himself in the luxury of desire. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop him but she cannot let it happen either. He was savoring in madness. His eyes were drunk as if he could not stop himself. She whimpered and shouted. When he realized that the couch was small for them, he stood up. Looking down at her terrified state, he smirked. He seemed to enjoy seeing her vulnerable under him. Despite her protests, he picked her up on his shoulder and went out of the room. She was shouting for help yet no one came to the rescue. Before he came here, he dismissed everyone from the house, even Alice. He knew that he might just do something that Alice might just not let happen. He must not leave his trance until he satisfies his inner beast. When he reached his bedroom, he didn’t even bother to lock the room as he threw her on the bed. The poor girl crawled behind seeing his eyes. He was going to
While the rain poured there was not much to think about but Zohan’s mind was filled with thoughts. His brain kept repeating moments back from his childhood when there was peace and contentment for him. Though he had realized that early that he was the destiny of Carnival and no matter what he had to and will be tied to the brutality of the underground. So, instead of being swallowed by it, he devoured it. There was not a night where he did not feel the need to destroy the world. It threw his way every sort of cruelty possible and expected him to act against it. He did, but with no one beside him. The power he had gained from being broken again and again and correcting himself, again and again, was something so very dangerous it resulted in his heart turning cold. Zohan was looking up at the ceiling. He was sure what he was doing was right and the pleasure it bought him was what he deserved. His innocence was killed. Just a little more by his grandfather.The door was knocked on as
The eyes that used to look at her with kindness and curiosity at first now turn rigid and cold. The feeling of being stared into the soul with nothing but an empty void yet feeling the intensity of hate burned Gloria’s heart. She did not hate him nor did she love him. She did not even spend enough time for him to let her know a little. Just a little. He locked her up and forced her into marrying him yet her naive heart could not hate him. So rather than hating him she hated herself for that. He stood at the door with his hand in his pocket and his dark locks messed on his head. His eyes were red as if a storm were to appear in the sky. The man was magnificent in every way possible. Whatever he did, he managed to charm everyone through it. It was not his arrogance or his exterior, it was his mere existence that made him so irresistible. He took slow steps toward the broken figure in front of him. She did not want to, but the fear took over her heart as she backed away slightly seei
The silk-cloth-clad balcony door was left wide open. The breeze was soft yet it prickled the skin uncovered. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and the sky let out its wrath wanting to destroy the creature who sat undisturbed, gazing at the petite, pale figure in front of him. The figure was unconscious lying in a soft bed of luxury which held no worth whilst she had suffered a near-to-death experience a while ago. Zohan had his legs on the bed and body on the black couch while eyeing the result of his cruelty. She was fragile yet she was so fierce. She felt like a force of nature. Unstoppable. Irresistible. She did everything in her might to prove that she was not bound to obey him. Only if she knew that he was the very person who would destroy that feeling in her, he eyed her while she is unconscious. Did he have to do this? Was it needed?But no questions ran in his mind. He did not allow it. The only words that echoed in his ears were his grandfather's words. “You’re getting s
The grip on my hands that he instilled while he dragged me mercilessly across the hall downstairs was causing a bruise. He was using a little of his power and yet he almost crushed my hand.The look in his eyes when I slapped him told me enough that I had, unfortunately, unlocked his demonic side. For the past few days, he was quite normal, I suppose. Ever since he came back from the orphanage, his aura changed completely. What in the world triggered him?As he dragged me, I tried to ring out of his grip but it was no use. I had no idea where he was taking me. The hallway that led to the garage had lots of mirrors that showed him taking me down. If he had taken me from one of the other corridors I could have asked Dante for help. They were still in the drawing room. After the garage, he took me to a dark hallway, passing by the red room to a huge coffee-cushioned door. He stopped there and kicked open which revealed a room. Not a room, it was a torture cell.I was horrified when I