DALE CALLAHAN"I can't fucking slow down!" I yelled into the phone. "Get to the cabin now."We had been wrong about the whole thing. The diary we found in Alec's cabin with the missing pages belonged to Agatha Marlow, the first victim who also happened to be his girlfriend. He must have killed her when he found out she had lied about her job. It all made sense now.Caleb was the first person I'd thought to call. He could get to Alec's house faster if he moved now."Get the whole squad and go." I scowled, driving with the care of a maniac straight out of hell.All I could think about was Meg. He had her. I was sure of that. There was no time to spare.Time was crucial. To think I'd been convinced Meg was with another man. Please be alive. Please Meg, please. I'm so sorry.Some minutes later Caleb called me. I picked up fumbling a bit."Did you find him?" I couldn't ask the question underneath.Did you find her?"Calm down, Dale." He said.I was anything but calm but there was no way h
DALE CALLAHANI gazed out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the breathtaking view of the azure ocean stretching towards the horizon, its waves gently crashing against the sandy shore below. We were in paradise, my thoughts echoed as I turned my attention back to the woman sitting beside me.She looked divine in an elegant sundress that accentuated her every curve. She sat comfortably on the plush sofa in our luxury suite. Her red, cascading hair shimmered under the warm sunlight glowing like a Phoenix's flame, as did her eyes, which sparkled mischievously. We had been enjoying an incredible vacation together, cherishing these precious moments away from the chaos we survived seven months ago.A contented smile played on my lips as I leaned towards her, a glint of longing mirrored in my eyes. "You know, Meg, this suite is quite enchanting, it pales in comparison to your beauty," I remarked winking.She chuckled, her laughter harmonious, and her eyes twinkled with deli
Teacher’s Pet: Bullied nerd Misha, has always had an unrequited crush on her hot highschool teacher, Mr. Brett. Ruggedly handsome, he appears so brooding and serious all the time but the dangerous glint in his dark eyes tells Misha otherwise, especially not after she caught him sleeping with a fellow teacher.When he asks her to meet him in the math class after school the next day, sparks fly, temperatures rise and a whole lot of other hard things do too.CHAPTER ONEIt was the early hours of Monday morning, 6:00am to be precise, and I was already in the cobwebby school basement, tucked away in the only neat corner. Of course, the neat corner of the basement, which I had turned into my niche, was cleaned up by me. You must definitely be wondering what kind of psycho cleans up the school basement to spend her mornings and what for! Well, to cut the long story short, it was my only means of survival. If I wanted to get through my remaining days in high school, then I had to do this. T
He was teaching Algebra. I already know the topic at the tip of my fingers. Of course, I studied ahead. Due to so much familiarity and hearing what I already know all over again, I completely lost concentration and gradually slipped into my dreamworld. I stared at Mr. Brett as he rambled on. I can’t explain enough how mesmerizing he was. He was Italian, so his voice came out like music. He had golden wavy hair that matched his brown eye color. A manly and gritty stubble was on his chin up all the way to almost his cheekbones. His cheekbones were well defined and he had a concrete jaw. He was so masculine and dangerously sexy. I gradually moved my eyes from his face to his bulging muscles. He flexed it with every movement of his hands. It was covered in tattoos, and I couldn’t make out the patterns. Not that I cared. I turned my attention to his lips. I imagined those soft lips kissing me passionately. Not on my lips yet, on my neck, but him gradually kissing me down to my breast.
“Mish! Get your ass down, dinner is ready,” my younger sister, Evelyn, shouted from downstairs. I came back from school three hours ago and I’ve been on my bed sulking and constantly resisting the urge to scream at the top of my voice.Mrs. Shantel and Mr. Brett? How long has that been going on under my nose? I stalked Mr. Brett well enough to have known. I sat up swiftly and stretched my hand to pick my phone from my nightstand. Impatiently, I logged into Instagram.Pfft, of course I’m not on Instagram. I logged in with my sister’s account. Being bullied offline is only the much I can bear, thank you very much.It didn’t take me much time to get to Mr. Brett’s profile. I stared at his relationship status and it stared back at me. It was boldly written SINGLE. Just to be sure, I wore my glasses and glanced hard at it. It still remained SINGLE. I searched for Mrs. Shantel’s profile and found out that she was married.“Then why the hell were you fucking someone not your husband!!” I scr
Unlike Evelyn’s, my morning routine was simple. All I needed to do was take my bath, throw on a dress, eat and head for school. I had no reputation to keep. Evelyn’s mornings were even more stressful than the rest of her whole day because she wanted to look very good. She had no idea how good looking she was and didn’t need to stress. She was effortlessly beautiful.Well, my whole point is that, I don’t go to school with Evy or I would be late which I dare not. If I wanted to get to my safe ‘haven’ of peace which was none other than the school basement, then I had to be early.I was safe in the school basement by the time it clocked 6:15am. I spent most of the night thinking, studying and thinking about Mr. Brett, so I didn’t have sufficient sleep. I used this opportunity to cover up for my lost sleep.Apart from the days I had tests and I had to do extra study; I slept in the basement. I stay up late nights, and I wake up early in order to be here early, so this was my only opportuni
I did not know the definition to give to what just happened. Did I just have another sensual exchange with Mr. Brett? Someone, Help!! I must have gotten stuck in my dream world. It was the only reasonable explanation to what just happened since I have been daydreaming so much recently.I was on my heels and out of the school building within two minutes. I did not want to stop to think, so I kept running all the way home.When I was half way home, I stopped to catch my breath. I bent and placed my hands on my knees, panting heavily. The instant my brain started to recollect what just happened, I resumed my running. This time I didn’t stop until I got home.I rushed into the house, crossed my mom who was in the sitting room and headed for my room, totally ignoring her greetings. Once in my room, I threw my backpack on the floor and pounced on my bed. I pressed my face into my pillow and screamed. By the time I was done, my throat literally collapsed and was hurting badly.I heard my mo
He called again.I was uncertain whether to answer the call or not. I decided to pick the call, but not before testing my voice to be sure it still didn’t sound so bad. It had improved to a good extent and by morning it should be back to normal.I picked the call after three counts.“Misha.”I collapsed on the bed at the sound of my name. I didn’t know my name could sound that good. This was the second time he called my name without the Miss. The first time I was in his office, I didn’t give it much thought because I was lost. His voice was soft and gentle. God, I wanted him to call my name again. I resisted the urge to ask him to.“Yes sir?” I composed myself and answered.“Did you sleep off? I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”“No No sir,” I responded immediately, not wanting anything to end this moment.I heard him chuckle at my enthusiasm.“Okay? Did what I say offend you?”“No”“You did not reply.”“I…I…didn’t know what to say,” I stammered. I fucking stammered!“That’s fine Misha, y