The Castle of Baden
Whimpers and loud grunts rang in the royal chambers along with the furious slapping of skins. The smoke of burning marijuana and scented flowers lingers thickly in the area, suppressing the smell of desires filtering through the wild pair over the soft mattress of a golden bed.
Henry’s face contorted in pleasure as he drove his thickness in the vaginal opening of his favorite mistress with wild abandon. Her face was pressed in a pillow as he took her from behind while imagining the face of the woman of his dreams. His right hand was slapping her bubbly juggling hips in regular intervals whereas the fingers of the left hand were busy in stimulating her pleasure button hidden under the vulva. The sweaty flesh glinted under the glow of scented candles burning with passion at the bedside table. The red-haired woman clutched the sheets tighter, feeling herself losing the reins of the world once again. She cried out and buc
Baden The sun rose bright and early today, swallowing the chilly blanket covering the once eerie atmosphere. As the golden rays penetrated the lingering wisps of fog, the sparkling dew ravages the blades of trees leaves and green grass. The winter of Baden was no match to the freezing cackle of the Mountain of Udona or the hidden Ambaram. But it was enough to send chatter in between the teeth of folk and rattle their thin bones. Those spoiled rags covering their loose flesh barely concealed the body heat. Multiple holes stood proudly in the torn woolens and allowed the icy whips of morning air to bite the skin. The piece of worn-out fabric is all they held to fight against the cruel winter. The people of the richest nation weren’t as rich as the false glory of a demented king. They were struggling to meet loose ends of a simple life and were trekking the path of shattered dreams. As the day started, people jumped out of their broken abodes t
Castle of BadenIt was the music of crickets late in the night that made her open her eyes cautiously. Utter silence greeted her. No sound raised a pitch higher than the constant hum of tiny creatures hidden in midnight. She was aware of the burning gaze of the healer. Leonardo hasn’t left her side since she has arrived. Somehow this made her feel secure in the castle of sinners. The moment gong of the midnight was stung, she releases a relieved sigh and removes the covers from her body.The healer passed her a polite smile before standing up and bowing lowly.“I will watch the door, Princess.” The cunning man breaks the silence before disappearing in the direction of the doors of this big chamber. Valentina nodded as she stands up from the bed and stretches her muscles, coiled in tension. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time now. Fortunately, Arnold has convinced the Royal Healer to be a part of their
Baden15 years agoYoung BloodWhat do they say about it? The old folks sitting at every square of villages?This young blood has such a fire in it, thirst, and hunger that could bring the fate of most powerful rulers to dust. If this generation wants, they could achieve what is forbidden, dangerous, and unattainable. They are the rebels who spit anger on the unacceptable ways of society. They challenge every law on their way to maturity even if it could cost them dreadful consequences. A few clever ones consider every man a fool in front of their elevated courage. They are the beings who if given little power, can overthrow the gods that punish them.Because in the end, aren’t we all power-hungry.We all like to have an upper hand. The taste of having someone work according to your wishes is just so addicting. To have someone at your beck and c
BadenLub-dub Lub-dub Lub-dubThe heart of the man who has been nothing but an animal half his life cackled with an uneasy pace. The sky fell over his head, making him see the reality. The situation made him dead nervous as a thick sheen of sweat coated his body like a second skin. His vision blurred when eyes burned from watching the reflection of the man who he has stabbed in the back for power. The heir he believed has died years ago was looking straight in his eyes with hatred and satisfaction. Henry must have shivered with fear if he wasn’t so tensed anticipating the enemy’s next move. The heated ocean blues kept him pinned at one position, daring him to flinch. The sixth sense in Henry screamed that it was over now. He won’t breathe any longer. The son of the true King was going to slaughter and maul him, but a bigger part revolted stupidly. He was still the King of these lands and no one, no one can remove him from his
21st CenturyNew YorkPresentTimeThe biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.It is rare and some otherworldly fiasco when the lord decides to intervene. Therefore, it must be a really special occasion to steal Big Boss’s attention. It’s uncommon when the lord compromises with the thr
21st CenturyNew York‘My caress provoked a long, guttural gnarl.‘You’d better let the dog alone,’ growled Mr. Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot. ‘She’s not accustomed to be spoiled—not kept for a pet.’ Then, striding to a side door, he shouted again, ‘Joseph!’Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated mad
21st CenturyNew York“How are you both feeling now?”The question came out of blue before falling like a bolt of lightning over their shoulders. Ocean blues ducked to look away, avoiding the confrontation to deep sorrow whereas, defiant browns stared hard, daring the person to say more. The grey-haired man sitting on the sumptuous couch in front of them urged, genuinely concerned for their well-being. The loosely fitted dark Armani sagged heavily against his figure when he brought a cup of steaming tea close to his lips before blowing the surface gently. His dark eyes remained trained over the two building blocks of a debilitated empire. But when he collided with fervent enigma, which turned darker with unannounced fierceness, R.L Novak looks away. Girl of Mason Williams was too arduous to get through.“Mr. Novak, why are you here?” Alex charged firmly before straighte
21st CenturyNew YorkHer frame was tensed but her head remained high as she crosses the corridors of main campus of the University for the first time after 2 months. Her face was stoic to reveal a single fragment of vehemence inside. Her spine was upright as if tied against an iron rod, whereas steps were slow and calculated. Today sneakers protected her feet from otherwise killer heels that she used to wear before the accident. Her hips didn’t continue that confident sway. Anxiety rolled from her figure in tons and sweat covered her body like a thin sheath. The jacket she wore to complete the look and hide the bony figure, now suffocated her. Her brown orbs focused ahead, dodging the curious gazes of onlookers as she proceeded towards the locker section. She knew most of those glares weren’t even for her but the mouthwatering specimens walking by her side. For the first time, Lauren felt small
6 months later…It came to her in a dream or, was it the music of cosmos that clicked the scattered pictures at the back of her mind into one perfect lifetime. A life where a girl sang melancholy, begging her lover to haul her into his arms and leave the world behind. A fantasy she admired from the eyes of a little girl before she grew up in scorn and turned indifferent. The heart of gold, when touched thorns, transformed into stone. Still, it fluttered whenever her browns collided with the brilliant oceans that tried to pull her into depths, challenging the fury in her to satisfy this unquenchable thirst with a kiss of love. Has it really been that long? She asked herself and a smile broke on her full lips unknowingly.A tear slipped from glossy eyes, saving the light mascara from smudging. Long fingers immediately reached for silk kerchief settled on the dressing table in front of her, and she looked up in the mirror.The visio
New York“He is ready for you, boss.”Agent Mc King announced as he gestured towards the last investigation room, and Lorenzo rolled his shoulders.“How is he?”Lorenzo asked while suppressing a yawn, earning a tired sigh.“His pupils are dilated, and the head is dizzy, but I have run a few tests. The man is good to go.” The Agent clarified before opening a metallic door with a small glass window, showing his boss in. Lorenzo nodded in acknowledgment and marches inside, forecasting a cool manner, oppose to his igniting fury. It was 5:45 a.m. now. The clock was ticking faster today. Slumping in the chair opposite to a high Antonio Sullivan, he passed him a sarcastic grin.“We met again.”Antonio frowned at the pitch of Lorenzo’s voice, which poked like needles in his skull, and he groaned. His red eyes watered a bit before scanning the bulky frame in front
New York“Here, sir.”The lovely secretary of Lorenzo offers him a mug of black coffee and two pills of Advil. The senior detective was having a hard time focusing on scattered documents after that close encounter with a familiar face. The clock was ticking fast, and from the past half an hour, he was scanning the same page, trying to surmise the words, which now seem like wriggling insects. Nodding at the beautiful female thankfully he tosses the medicine down his throat and drinks the burning- beverage.Huffing a refreshing sigh, he collects the papers in a folder and holds the hot caffeine in another. Erasing the haughty- image of a stoic woman from the back of his mind, he leaves his cabin with newfound determination. It was 4 a.m. He still had some time to crack the case. All the pawns of a dangerous game are standing in front of him. All he has to do is make them sing on a forbidden tune. Wearing both bewitchery and im
New YorkSomeone has said it right. When you go through the flames of life and come out as a survivor, you learn and adjust to chaotic synopses awaiting ahead. The negativity doesn’t affect you in the same manner as it used to sting you before. You become so tough and cold to feel small things. Whenever a situation appears where you feel the walls are closing and a helping hand will never befall, pray to God and fucking cut through the path like a bullet. The days that break you are the days that make you. It is easy to lecture a suffering soul, easy to judge their case, and give hearing of do's and don’ts. You will never know how that person is fighting each prime, slowly losing hope while mending the chinks in their armor. The logic is simple- Every soul has to go through the cryptic period of life all alone.Lauren learned it the same way. Where Alex had a protective father, she was sold at a very young age to clear debts and sa
New YorkTaking the phone from her tight hold gently, he scrolls through the call log and shudders nervously, noting Lorenzo’s name on the top. Why has that imbecile called in the middle of the night? Alex was frozen at the spot. His mind was blank and his skin sizzled under the intensity of her burning gaze. Lauren shifted her eyes from his unmoving figure and removed the warm quilt to climb out of the bed and enters the bathroom with tensed brawn.Alex tosses the phone aside and cups his forehead. Distressed. Why does he feel so distressed over something that has nothing to do with her? It is not like Lauren knows the agent and has met him before? She doesn't remember the past where the same Agent was a ruthless King who destroyed her nation. But she was tensed for some reason, and this raised his heartbeats. Leaving the bed, he peeks in the bathroom through the little slit from where the light from inside was shattering on the carpete
{A/N: PG-13. The following chapter isn’t written to hurt anyone feelings and contains abuse and violence. If you’ve a sensitive mind or heart, kindly skip it. You won’t miss anything important and can easily catch a brief in the next chapter. Thank You.}New YorkClick of her high heels reverberates in the empty hallway as she steps out of the elevators on the 15th floor and proceeds towards her well-furnished and luxurious penthouse. After a long day of multiple meetings and annoying clients, she finally managed to slip out of the office once being dismissed by her equally frustrated boss. For some reason, he was distant as compared to other days. Maybe he fought with his fiancée? Who cares as long he pays her well for this head-spinning job? She had to give it to him, not a day ago, his soon to be wife met an accident,
New York Tick TockTick TockTick TockThe wall clock at the corner of packed room sings with a uniform pace indicating the passing time. She sat quietly on the metal chair with her arms folded beneath her chest. The high-heeled boot taps the floor rhythmically and her knee bobs up and down as she glanced between the door and the clock once in a while. Though her face was blank, the perspiration of anxiety was seen at the side of her temple. She bit her lower lip in impatience and took deep breathes, suppressing the building urge of throwing up.“Sir, how long are we going to keep her here?”Agent Mc King asked in boredom to his senior, who was enjoying his coffee and studying the recent subject from behind the glass of the investigation room. His observant eyes didn’t move from her figure for a second as he studied all her actions. Agent Lorenzo Snow was trying to figure her out. Though the girl waiting in the lonely room looks innocent, she was a cunning little worm. Her name was o
At the Foot of the mountain of the Sacred Witch‘Valentina’He rustled in the darkness that fogged his vision, restricting him from seeing what lies ahead. ‘Valentina’The throat cramped and squeezed tight whenever he tried to speak, reducing the scream to a whisper that even he couldn’t hear. The rough palm of his bleeding knuckles grazed the soft and moist grass beneath him and his lungs immediately relaxed to let out a choked breath. His body felt heavy and numb as if he has fallen from a cliff all battered and bruised from a war. The spine cracked audibly when he conjured some will to move slowly. For the first time, his senses failed him. What happened all of a sudden? Why was he lying in such a compromising position with his body angled oddly? A wave of shock crawled up his back and he groaned before smacking his face in the same soothing grass.
21st CenturyNew YorkThe hour after Lauren revealed the troublesome parcel, Alexander contacts the private investigator- Detective Omar, who in return transfers the information to Lorenzo Snow. Lorenzo was on alert and was expecting another such attempt. The FBI agent was aware of a criminal’s psychology, and now he waited for someone to come into action and make a mistake. The news of parcel was taken positively and they immediately added the government surveillance team in the control room of headquarters. The peon who delivered the parcel was cornered and questioned for a day. After the investigation, it was cleared that he simply took it from the courier service of the industries where other parcels and letters arrive.With the help of CCTV footage, the picture of a man who supplied the estranged courier was retrieved.When Lorenzo first saw the picture of a tall burly man wearing d