**Valerie**I walked into the room after a relaxing shower.Grabbing my blow dryer, I began drying my hair while singing along to “In the Stars” by Benson Boone playing.“I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone.”“I don't wanna say goodbye cos this one means forever.”“Now you're in the stars, and six feet never felt so far.”At this point, I'd stopped drying my hair. The dryer served as a microphone while I sang my heart out, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers.”“It hurts so much, for a million different reasons, you took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces.”Then I tossed the dryer and slumped into my bed with my half-dry hair, more tears rolling down from the sides of my eyes.Maybe if my daughter survived, maybe I wouldn't feel so lonely and empty.Just then, my phone started ringing. I sighed when I saw that the caller was Adam.“Hello,” I murmured, placing the phone in my ear.“Hey, Val. How are you d
**Third person**“Fucking bastard,” Lucas cursed and then spun him around.His jaw dropped and his face contorted in confusion when he saw the face staring at him. “What the hell, man?” The teenage-looking boy staring at Lucas asked with a scowl.He'd seen the person's side profile, and this was definitely not him. Still, Lucas took the boy's hand and rolled his sleeves up. And as suspected, the bullet graze was missing.He got the wrong person. Shit!!!Lucas tried to steady his breath, his eyes roaming about the busy space. Where did he go?“Why are you holding my son? Let him go,” A woman's voice snapped him out of his daze.Then he released his grip on the boy. The boy took off with his mother, both of them giving Lucas dirty looks as they left.Just then, Calvin and the rest of the men caught up to him, their breathing heavy.“Hey, boss. Did you get him?” Calvin asked, still trying to catch his breath.Lucas turned to stare at Calvin, his eyes shooting daggers at him, and Calvi
**Valerie** I swallowed. Him carrying me won't be bad though, but instead I shot him a brief glare and then got in. “How did you know where I live?” I asked as soon as he started the car. He scoffed lightly. “Was it supposed to be a secret?” I turned to look at him, my lips slightly apart. Oh wow, the location of my house wasn't a secret? Means any random guy could just show up at my place? As if reading my mind, he said, “Don't worry, you're safe.” “And how do you know that?” “I just know,” he muttered without taking his eyes off the road. Soon, we arrived at the Stone's family house. It was not quite how I'd imagined it. It wasn't as big and majestic as the one where Lucas lived. The house was a warm beige bungalow with a manicured lawn, vibrant flowers, and a lone oak tree. It was as though Lucas read my thoughts. He leaned forward and said, “My mom prefers something small, says it makes it homely. And especially since it's just her and my grandfather li
**Third person**Mrs. Stone pushed open the creaking door of her father's room, the familiar scent of antiseptic air filling her nostrils. Grandpa sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. A soft, rhythmic tapping filled the silence; it was the sound of his fingers tracing patterns on the quilt."Still awake, Papa?" she asked gently, even though the answer was obvious.Grandpa didn't respond, his expression blank. Mrs. Stone was used to his silence by now, but it still tugged at her heartstrings. She sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his."What do you think about Valerie, Lucas's girlfriend?" she asked, trying to spark a conversation.To her surprise, Grandpa turned to her, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "She's lovely," he said, his voice a soft murmur.Mrs. Stone turned to look at him, her heart swelling. "Really?" she replied, a smile creeping across her face. "I think so too. She's a wonderful girl."The smile on Mrs. Stone's face ling
**Third person**Karen was alone in the bedroom, and so she picked up her phone and dialed Layla’s number. Layla was going to be the new department head of project design. “Hey, girl. What's up with you calling by this time?” Layla asked.Layla was a friend to both Ashley and Karen since they were teenagers.“Oh, it's nothing serious. I want you to handle something for me,” Karen stated, her voice lacking the cheerfulness that Layla's held.Layla sat up. “What's that?”“Make someone so frustrated with work that she decides to quit on her own.”Layla chuckled. “You've still not given up on this path. Why don't you deal with her directly or have her fired already?”Karen scoffed. “She's dating Lucas Stone.”“The Lucas Stone?” Layla repeated, shocked. “Well then, I hope I won't get into trouble for doing that?”“Why would you? She doesn't need to know that you're trying to make life difficult for her,” Karen clarified.“Ohhh…” Layla let out a giggle in understanding, and Karen followed
**Third person** Valerie smiled and then picked up her phone. “Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things about work.” Then she hit the send button. Matt shot Val a confused look. “That's it?” “Yeah, this is how it'll start,” she smirked. “What if he actually thinks that you want to discuss work with him?” Matt continued. “And then he gets mad when you don't bring up something about work or think that you're trying to...” Val squeezed Matt's hand, shutting him up. “Adam wouldn't think that.” At ‘The Happy Hour’, a lavish nightclub bathed in neon lights and pulsating music, Adam sat in the VIP lounge. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the buzz of excitement. Girls with bare titties and thongs paraded the place, serving drinks, dancing, and the like. Just then, his phone beeped with a text from Valerie. “Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things
**Third person**Layla immediately put away the notebook. “It doesn't mean anything,” she said to herself.Ashley was long dead.Then she placed the jotter back and then headed out. ******************************Valerie walked into the knitting room filled with the soft click-clack of needles against yarn, the gentle hum of conversation, and the faint scent of coffee. She was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater and took a seat at a small table, her eyes scanning the room.She spotted her grandmother, Martha, sitting at a table near the window, her hands moving deftly over a pair of socks. Martha's face was framed by a halo of silver hair, and her eyes sparkled with a warm, inviting light.Val approached her grandmother, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through her.After discovering her parents' betrayal, Val had been hesitant to see Martha.Maybe it was the fear of being betrayed again. She wouldn't be able to take it if Martha was involved too, and so she kept her dist
**Third person**“I understand that she drowned that night, but did they ever find her body?”Karen's eyes narrowed as she stared intently at Layla. “Why are you asking suddenly?”“Oh, it's nothing serious,” Layla dismissed nervously. “I saw something that reminded me of her today; that's why I decided to ask.”She would tell Karen more if she discovered anything fishy about Val.Karen studied Layla's face a bit more before she responded. "No, it wasn't found.”“But I think you should focus on getting rid of Valerie as soon as possible and quit wondering if Ashley's body was found or not," Karen advised.**Valerie**Valerie stared at the unfinished project she spent her entire week on, a knot of frustration tightening in her stomach. It felt like she was hitting a brick wall, no matter how hard she tried. She stood up and headed to Layla's office. When Layla responded to the knock on her door, Valerie walked in.“Uh, good morning,” Val began.An insincere smile stretched on Layla's