As Clyde desperately lunged towards me, I could see the fear etched on his face. But Carmine's threat hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the dire consequences that awaited any sudden move.Clyde's eyes pleaded with me, his voice filled with desperation as he grasped for any glimmer of hope. "Isabella, there must be another way, don't let fear dictate your actions. Please don’t listen to him."My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the love I held for my grandmother and the paralyzing fear that gripped me at Carmine's every word. My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution, but my voice faltered as I struggled to find the strength to respond."I... I don't know what to do," I stammered, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and terror. The weight of the situation bore down on me, suffocating me with its intensity.Carmine's impatience grew palpable, his voice dripping with a menacing tone. "Isabella, time is running out. The clock is ticking," he sneered, hi
Clyde POV:The persistent knocking shattered the suffocating silence of my room, pulling me out of my detached state. "Who's there?" I snapped, my voice dripping with frostiness that mirrored the emptiness within me. Emotion had long deserted me, leaving behind a hollow shell shielded by a carefully constructed facade of indifference."It's me," Diyo's voice seeped through the door, tentative and cautious. His request for entry hung in the air, but my determination to remain unaffected held strong."What do you want? Why are you here?" I fired back, my words laced with a chilling indifference, devoid of any warmth or interest in his purpose for disturbing my solitude.The silence that ensued was heavy, pregnant with unspoken apprehension emanating from the other side of the door. I could almost taste the hesitation in Diyo's breath, a tangible unease permeating the air. It seemed as though he could sense the icy reception that awaited him, a reception that had become all too familiar w
The sound of a knock on the door shattered the peacefulness of my room, jolting me out of the depths of my thoughts. Inhaling deeply, I attempted to cast aside the memories that clung to the corners of my mind, refusing to fade away.It's been an agonizing two years since that fateful incident, and yet, the details remain etched in my mind as vividly as if it had all transpired just yesterday. It was the day that stripped me of everything I held dear, tearing apart the very fabric of my existence. But, paradoxically, it was also the day that marked the beginning of my transformation into the person I am today.If someone from two years ago were to lay eyes on me now, they wouldn't believe I'm the same fragile and frightened girl I once was. Today I’m a different person, I’m Isabella Carlo, ready to fight my own battles and seeking revenge for all the injustice I've endured.I stood before the mirror, my gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at me. My once flowing locks now cascade
I couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Carmine and Jasmine, and I must say, it was quite boring. Jasmine, sounding utterly exhausted, expressed her lack of enthusiasm for going on any missions. She sighed, "I'm just so tired, bro."Carmine, being the supportive brother that he is, tried to reassure her. He leaned in and said, "Hey, Jas, don't worry. I don't have any information about upcoming missions at the moment, but I promise I'll keep you updated if I find out anything."Jasmine's tired eyes brightened slightly, a glimmer of hope shining through her fatigue. She nodded appreciatively. Her response was almost a whisper, as if she was quietly acknowledging Carmine's words. There was a hint of relief in her voice, "Hmm... sounds better," she murmured.A heavy silence settled upon the room, waiting for the words to dissipate into the ether. In that moment, I found myself detached, observing the conversation unfold with a calm and composed demeanor, seemingly unaffected
CLYDE POV:As I stood amidst the bustling airport, the air thick with the fragrance of hurried travelers and the resonating echoes of distant announcements, Diyo's words barely scratched the surface of my consciousness. My gaze remained fixed on the horizon beyond the glass walls, my mind shrouded in an impenetrable veil of detachment."Hmm?" My response was void of any inflection, a mere acknowledgment that I was being addressed, devoid of any genuine interest or concern."What do you mean?" Diyo's voice persisted, the hint of frustration tainting his tone.His persistence irked me, yet I maintained my facade of indifference. "We ain't come back here after two years for nothing," he prodded further, hoping for a flicker of interest, a sign that I was invested in whatever scheme had brought us back to this place.My lips curled into a subtle smirk, acknowledging the subtle change that happened in Diyo over the past two years. The passage of time had cast a veneer of maturity upon him.
I stood there, right in front of my grandmother's grave, the wind gently whispering through the branches of the trees around me. It was a serene moment, yet my heart felt heavy with a mix of emotions. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the weight of the past, the memories we shared flooding my mind.Taking a deep breath, I found the courage to break the silence. My voice quivered slightly as I addressed my grandmother, unsure of where to start."Hey, Grandma. It's been a while, hasn't it? Standing here now, I can't help but feel a little strange. It's like we're having a conversation, but it's just me doing the talking."A bittersweet smile formed on my face as I allowed myself to drift back to the moments we spent together. The laughter, the stories, the love that filled our time. It was a treasure trove of memories that I held close to my heart."I remember all those times we shared, Grandma. The laughter that echoed through the house, the stories you told with such wisdom and gra
My heart felt heavy as I laid my head on my grandma’s gravestone in the quiet cemetery, surrounded by the graves of other’s loved ones. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to find solace.A voice could be heard from behind me, a voice filled with genuine worry. However, I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear what he said.He decided to reach out to me once more. But I was lost with the memories of me with the only person I had ever loved. Lost in my own world, I let out a hiccup and continued to cry, unaware of anyone’s presence. I couldn’t believe she was no more with me. The person sighed, realising I was not interested in his concern for me. He decided to leave. But soon I felt someone sitting next to the graves of my grandmother from the corner of my eyes, but lost in my thoughts I completely ignored his presence. I wanted to spend this moment alone with my grandmother after two years of not visiting her once.My mind consumed by my own thoughts. Through my tears, I whis
My finger tightened around the trigger, the weight of the gun in my hand almost a comfort against the brewing storm of emotions within me. There he stood, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that mirrored my own, a defiance that further fueled my determination."You have no idea," I spat the words, each syllable heavy with the burden of years of torment, "how much I have waited for the day I'll finally put an end to everything." My voice, laced with bitterness, echoed in the tense silence between us.The gun held steady, its barrel pointed at him—the man who had been the architect of my anguish, the source of insufferable pain that had marred my existence for far too long. His mere presence was a reminder of the suffering I had endured, the scars etched deep within my soul, each one a testament to his cruelty."All the hatred, suffering, and pain you made me endure," I continued, my voice trembling with the reservoir of emotions that threatened to spill over, "today, I'll finally gi
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
"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
In that very moment, a palpable sense of concern radiated from him towards me, an unwavering testament to the depth of his worry that persisted even to the present instant. It was as though his thoughts had formed an unbreakable connection with my well-being, transcending time and circumstance. The sight before me, the ascending trail that we embarked upon, seemed to mirror the journey of our camaraderie. As each step led us higher, so too did it elevate the emotions that bound us together.Gazing upon the majestic expanse around us, a cascade of emotions surged within me, threatening to spill over as tears welled up in my eyes. The vista that unfolded was not merely a panorama of nature's grandeur, but a reflection of the intricate tapestry of our relationships. The towering peaks echoed with the laughter we had shared, and the sprawling valleys whispered secrets we had entrusted to one another.As the sun cast its golden rays upon the landscape, illuminating even the crevices hidden
In that instant, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if the universe itself were awaiting your response. But it wasn't just a query that I posed; it was an exploration of the intricate layers of my affection. My mother, with her unwavering support and boundless care, had molded me into the person I had become. Yet, you, my love, had carved out a niche within me that was uniquely yours, painting the canvas of my life with hues of passion and understanding.The notion that my concern could be compartmentalized, limited to just one person, felt foreign to the very essence of who I was. You see, dear love, my heart was a vast expanse, capable of accommodating the most profound adoration for both my mother and you. It was as if the tendrils of my affection had intertwined, creating a delicate dance between the woman who had given me life and the person who had breathed new meaning into it.So, as I stood there, the words hung delicately in the air, an invitation to delve into the depths
Carlo's words sliced through the air, sharp and cutting. "If I knew you were alive all this time, I would have done it way too soon," he remarked, his tone devoid of remorse or empathy.I felt a surge of anger rise within me, threatening to spill over. How could he be so callous, so indifferent to everything that had transpired? His lack of remorse only fueled my frustration, intensifying the urge to lash out.I clenched my fists, struggling to contain the torrent of emotions swirling inside me. The temptation to slap him, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he had caused, was almost overwhelming.But I held back, knowing that violence would only escalate the situation. Instead, I met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and disbelief."You don't care about anything," I accused, my voice trembling with restrained anger. "You abandoned me, Carlo. You left me to fend for myself."His expression remained impassive, unmoved by my accusation. It was as if my words were mere echoes
The kiss had been brief, fleeting, but its impact lingered in the charged air between us. As I pulled away, I couldn't help but notice the intensity burning in Clyde's eyes. There was a fire there, a raw desire that sent a thrill through me, even as my heart raced with uncertainty.The flames in his gaze seemed to grow hotter, more insistent, mirroring the rush of blood in my veins. My pulse quickened, matching the rapid beat of my heart as I struggled to catch my breath.With soft, deliberate steps, Clyde closed the distance between us once more. Before I could react, I found myself pressed against the cool solidity of the wall, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating.His proximity sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within me. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew me in despite my better judgment. His touch was gentle yet possessive, a silent declaration of his desire and determination.I met his gaze, my own eyes searching his for
I sighed heavily at his question, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me like a heavy blanket."Clyde, do we really need to do this?" I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. "Can you not be serious for just one time?"To my surprise, instead of the usual indifference or defensiveness, Clyde's head tipped back and he burst out laughing. It wasn't his usual fake or sarcastic laughter that I had grown accustomed to. This was genuine, unguarded laughter—the kind I had never seen from him before.His laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and mingling with the tension that had been hanging between us. I couldn't help but feel perplexed, unsure of how to react. This unexpected display of emotion was like a crack in the facade he had always maintained around me, revealing a side of him I hadn't known existed.As Clyde's laughter slowly subsided, he looked at me with a faint smile playing on his lips. There was a warmth in his eyes, a softness that softened the edges of
I was confused. The whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me was almost too much to bear. It was as if my heart and mind were at war, trying to make sense of the situation. I felt a sharp sting of rejection that cut deeper than I expected. Despite having no romantic feelings for Clyde, the hurt I experienced was real and piercing. As I stood there, lost in a haze of my own thoughts, I didn't realize that my emotions were manifesting physically. It wasn't until I felt the warmth of a tear trailing down my cheek that I became aware of it. The tear seemed to hold all the confusion and pain I was feeling, and its sudden appearance startled me. Clyde's voice broke through my fog of thoughts, but it wasn't the comforting sound I had hoped for. "Did you not hear me?" he asked, his tone cold and distant. The chill in his voice made it clear that he regretted ever touching me. His words cut through me, amplifying the hurt and confusion I already felt. In that moment, I could see the regret
Damon was angry as he walked away leaving Elevena with Noah. He didn't care what everyone would think but when Peter whispered him that it isn't the right time he stopped.Elevena ran after him saying she doesn't care how he treats her because she knows how much he love her.She was lying one after another because if she won't they will suspect them for acting as they are in love when in truth they aren't.She knew when this will happen no one will blame Damon but her. No matter how hard she try because in the end one wrong step and she will be the one to bear consequences."Damon wait for me," Elevena yelled but he didn't stop and went straight to his personal room, specifically made for him only.Elevena didn't care if she was allowed to enter or not and went inside after him.Damon was furious after seeing her Noah. He was feeling weak as his emotions took over him. he wasn't thinking straight and he knew this is not how he should do things.He couldn't be weak over a girl who alre