And you will be with me all through, in fact, you'll help me, you'll destroy your beloved best friend with your own hands and finally, you'll be my daughter again and I would make sure no other rascal steals you away from me. You’re my daughter, you bear my name, you belong to me and me alone. I hope you understand, now be a good daughter and follow me home.”*The door to his prison slammed open for the fourth time since he was captured. He expected the usual masked armed men followed by the tall structure of a leader but this time it was only the tall structure of the leader that came in, just him, no bodyguards. He smiled, despite his irritated mood and hunger, it was a good sign.“Here to strike a good deal?” he asked in his usual snarky tone.The leader shut the door before turning to him“Victor with no surname.” Came the leader's cold voice.“You know my name, I don’t know yours.”“As it should be.”The leader walked to a corner of the room and the next, Victor saw him pulling
Be a lamb when subdued but a wolf at the slightest hint of freedom.They went on and on, up staircases, in what felt like a giant mansion by the numerous footsteps he heard thumping around and the length of time they spent in the elevator before stepping out.A door was opened and he was pushed inside, to his knees. The action belittled him and the viper in him threatened to bite but he calmed it down. Be a lamb…“Oh no!” a female high-pitched voice shouted.*”Yes, Charlene, what is it this time?” he recognized the voice of the man as the one who had called him ‘the captive'.“Young master said not to manhandle him! That was his strict orders! You have to unchain him now! Right now!”“Too late.” A new voice with a heavy British accent, that of a young boy, spoke up and the next second, Victor heard, with his sharp ears trained to recognize different sounds, the swift wheeze of a blade and then the sound of something hard hitting the floor followed.Silence.Then frightened scuffling
She had been afraid she would no longer think of him as someone she loved but as a stranger or even someone she hated, she was afraid she would damage him; and she had buried the thought deep deep down where she could not get to it. Now her mother threatened her with those same fears and it scared her, broke her because she knew just how easy Mrs. Michaels could manipulate her, Joan Michaels.*She tried hard not to cry. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her life would become the way it was, that she would be afraid of her own mother. She felt alone, she was alone... So was King... In his coma.He wasn't safe in the hospital. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that her mother was harmless... the uneasy feeling didn't leave her. She treasured King more at that moment... And there was the unknown... What exactly did they want?She itched her hair, fighting back tears. She really was alone, she had no one to turn to for help, no one at ... She paused, rememb
I’m sorry, Miss Joan but your friend has broken the law and is now a suspect of Kidnapping. Kidnapping is a serious offense and a state crime in this case and so King Johannson is a criminal and will be closely guarded at the hospital until he wakes up and is fit to be prosecuted as he is now state property…”The phone slipped from Joan’s hand and fell to the floor with a loud crack.*WHEN IT ALL BEGAN.Perhaps losing someone to death wasn't the worst feeling, at least in the sense that the person was totally gone from the surface of the earth and there was nothing to be done than hope the soul ends up in heaven, that good place that guaranteed the happiness that beloved soul couldn't get on Earth. The worst feeling was losing the person, not totally, to a helpless state where pain and sorrow still flourished and having to watch and endure, holding unto fragments of hope that could either be shattered or uplifted; you were in the middle and there was no getting out.And then knowin
"I am tired" she said in a voice choked with tears, "I am so tired. I want you back."Her free hand came over her face and she wept, shoulders shaking terribly, her heart in a shattered mess. Her hand holding his grasped tightly, feeling, remembering the many times he had held her hands, and she wept even more."I want you back" she cried amidst the tears, "Please, King , please... Come back to me."He heard... And so did the shadows that lurked in the darkness.*Joan watched Koty come up to them. He looked more handsome each time she saw him. He was working out, she noticed as she examined his dressing; his armless v-neck white shirt that clung tight to his skin accentuated the growing muscles under and the muscles on his exposed arms flexed with each movement he made; he had on grey shorts and a bandana was tied around his black hair and his look was perfected with the cute smile he wore. He strode to them, hands in pocket."Girls." He greeted when he came up to them.The girls bei
"I am a mother. I know you have feelings for her, I don't know how deep but it's there."He looked down at his feet, twisting his lips. Just great, he couldn't just hide his feelings well."I need you to use your affection and care for her to draw her out of her shell, I need you to make her smile even more at you and forget her pain, I need you to be a consolation to her. I won't mince words, I need you to make my daughter fall in love with you."*Joan opened the drawer and the note stared back at her. She could recite the numbers off hand. She had warned King not to call the number, after all they had kidnapped him and hit him but... What exactly did they know? What was so important that they needed King to call them before they acted?She shut the drawer and moved backwards until her foot hit the bed and she sat down on it tiredly. She had not even pulled off her white gown and taking a shower seemed like hectic work.Barr. Winnows...She turned to her side and stretched until she
You know my name already, Charlene and please do not add those miserable prefixes, just Charlene." she introduced.He stared at her, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. She had that mischievous look in her eyes and that horrid smirk on her red painted lips, plus the after tingles that refused to leave his skin from her touch and he knew he was in a whole lot of expensive trouble.*"Come on, Victor. You have guests." She said in a cheerful tone then circled him and opened the door, now on his left hand side. She guided him out, holding his hand instead of his arm. He cursed silently, letting her lead him through the brightly lit hallway, gleaming floors and panelled ceilings with at least three paintings hanging on the walls. If they...whoever kidnapped him, planned to use her as bait to trap him, fool him... He cursed again as his hand tightened around her small ones and a sudden surge of protectiveness washed over him. He towered over her, her golden blonde hair just hovered sli
Wipe your tears, Jack and clean up your wound, we have to up our efforts and find Victor. I won't kill you for your act of disrespect, you'll suffer the pain as your punishment; you killed Stacy, I didn't; your careless killed her."He nodded, glaring at Victor with as much venom as he could muster, "I killed her but not with my hands. I hope you 'fall in love' someday, Andrew, I really hope you do and when you do, I would be there to remind you just how weak her death will make you feel."*Their mouths melded together, cool and soft at first then hot, burning flaming hot, and quick; fast paced, like it was going to be their last. His hands went round her waist, her tiny waist; he didn't want it to end, he wished it would last forever. They only broke apart when the elevator bell dinged. She pushed herself away from him quickly and they stared at each other, both breathing heavily.He blinked, his brain clearing and he licked his lips. What the hell just happened?He held her hand an