"Then I hope to see you at my wedding, 'father'!" I spat out the word 'father' with all the bitterness and resentment that had been building inside me for years. Carlo's presence, once a looming figure of authority, now elicited nothing but contempt. His eyes blazed with fury, a storm of anger swirling beneath the surface. I could feel the intensity of his glare, a searing heat that threatened to consume me whole. In that moment, if looks could kill, I would have crumbled to dust under his gaze alone. With a menacing step forward, Carlo moved to confront me, his body tensing with restrained aggression. But before he could reach me, Carmine intervened, stepping between us with a firm resolve. "Enough, Carlo," Carmine's voice rang out, authoritative yet tinged with concern. His stance was protective, a barrier between me and the father whose control over my life had finally slipped away. Carlo's jaw clenched as he regarded Carmine with thinly veiled disdain. "She belongs with her fa
For two years, everything had remained stagnant and unchanging. Despite the passing of time, there was an overwhelming feeling of stagnation in the air, as if time itself had ceased to move forward. My sister, who had once been a vivacious and energetic individual, now seemed to have lost all her vitality. She appeared lifeless and devoid of any joy, as if something deep within her had been snuffed out.All of us, her family and friends, watched helplessly as she slowly withered away. We saw the light in her eyes gradually fade, and her once radiant smile turn into a mere facade. It was clear that she was struggling under the weight of some heavy burden, but none of us knew what it was, nor how to help her.It wasn't until one day, after years of keeping her emotions bottled up inside, that she finally broke down and confessed everything to Fenrir."I can't take it anymore," she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I'm leaving this pack, and I'm leaving you."The words hung in t
I hesitated, my breath catching in my throat, as I slowly retreated, acutely aware of the thundering rhythm of my heart against my ribcage. Standing before me was a towering figure, his physique exuding strength and power. His chiseled features, highlighted by a defined jawline and captivating sapphire eyes, held me captive in a state of awe mingled with trepidation. The circumstances that led me to this unsettling encounter remained a blur, leaving me consumed by a swirling mix of fear and bewilderment."Do-don't touch me," I stammered, my voice quivering with fear. Beads of perspiration formed on my palms, betraying my escalating anxiety as I instinctively attempted to move back. There was an eerie silence in the air, punctuated only by the ominous sound of our collective breaths. The man remained mute, yet his narrowed eyes bore into me like fiery daggers, steadily closing the distance between us. His gaze seethed with a potent mix of fury and menace, unmistakable signs that I had
One Week AgoThe heat of the day was oppressive, and I felt it bearing down on me as I made my way towards the reception area. The sun blazed down from above, casting a harsh glare over everything. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, and my feet ached from the long journey. Every step felt like a chore, and I was starting to feel the weight of my own exhaustion. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the frustration and disappointment starting to take a toll on me. It was as if the world was conspiring against me, and I couldn't help but feel a little defeated. I had been traveling for so long, and everything seemed to be going wrong. My plane had been delayed, my luggage had been lost, and now I was stuck in this hotel, waiting for some help. I tried to keep my cool, but it was difficult. I had been traveling for hours, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with a lost bag. I had been waiting in the waiting area for what felt like an eternity. Thirty minutes had passed, and s
Clyde Butch Pov:My eyes widened in disbelief as I beheld the scene before me. Doubt clouded my mind, and I couldn't help but question whether I was mistaken. Seeking clarification, I turned to Diyo and reached out to grab hold of what appeared to be the edge of a bra. I couldn't contain my confusion as I asked, "What is this?" We both gazed at it, puzzled and bewildered.As I opened my bag, I couldn't believe my eyes. The contents inside were far from anything I had imagined. Confusion washed over me, and I knew I needed answers. The only person who could provide one on the bizarre situation in front of me was Diyo.He was responsible to carry out the mission then what the hell is going on? The question echoed through my mind as I looked at him, waiting for an answer. He stared back at me, his eyes wide and filled with confusion. “I…” he started but then trailed off. He seemed at a loss for words, and I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He was always so quiet, so reserved,
Isabella Pov:I let out a piercing scream as a wave of horror washed over me. My hands trembled as I unzipped the bag that lay before me, and in that moment, I realized something was terribly amiss. This bag did not belong to me; it was not mine to possess. Confusion swirled in my mind as I grappled with the inexplicable presence of guns within it. How could this be? Why would I be carrying a bag full of guns? And more alarmingly, how had such a dangerous bag managed to pass through hotel security undetected?It was as if time stood still, and the weight of the situation pressed upon me like a heavy burden. The sight of those weapons filled me with an overwhelming sense of dread, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had become entangled in this situation.Something felt off, and I didn't want to get involved in whatever was happening. Standing there in my towel, I stared down at the bag expecting to see my clothes, but what I found inside left me unsettled.Instead of my pretty outfit
The room lay shrouded in an eerie stillness as if time itself held its breath within those four walls. I found myself trapped within its confines, with only the oppressive weight of silence for company. Across from me stood a man, his presence dominating the space, his words cutting through the quiet like a jagged blade. In a voice laced with malice, he demanded my servitude. His relentless harassment was like a relentless storm, pounding against the shores of my sanity.The air in the room seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, suffocating me as his words filled the void. It was as if the very essence of my being was being held hostage by his unwavering gaze and menacing words.The man standing before me, exuding an air of authority, claimed to be a mafia boss. Something about his demeanor convinced me that he wasn't lying. His confident presence and the way he carried himself hinted at a life filled with darkness and secrets.As I observed him closely, I noticed subtle sig
He could see the fear in my eyes. I had never seen anything like it before. The aura that emanated from him was dark and twisted, like something out of a nightmare. It was as if the very essence of evil had taken shape before me.But it was his eyes that terrified me the most. They were a deep blue, so dark that they almost seemed black. They seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see all of my deepest, darkest secrets.When he first entered the room, my heart began to race. He looked dangerous, like a predator on the hunt, his eyes scanning the room for his next victim. But as he began to speak, I could see that there was more to him than met the eye. His voice was soft and gentle, even if he was insulting me, he did not once raise his voice.But that was all a distant memory now, as he roughly grabbed my chin, his fingers digging into my skin like talons. I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly in place, his grip unyielding.I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I l