Forbidden bonds

Angela sighed as she closed the door to the bedroom she now shared with her husband, Mr. Wills. It had been a long day of unpacking, settling in, and dealing with the stress that comes with moving. She looked around the room, still partially filled with unopened boxes and scattered items waiting to find their place. The familiar scent of Mr. Wills' cologne mingled with the crisp, newness of their home, creating a comforting atmosphere. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, leafing through a book. His reading glasses perched low on his nose, and a warm smile spread across his face as she approached. "Hey there," he said, setting the book aside and reaching out to her. "How's Noah settling in? Taking the whole moving situation alright?" Angela sat beside him, leaning into his embrace. "She's not entirely comfortable yet," she admitted, "but I think she'll come around soon. It's a lot to take in, especially with everything happening so fast." Mr. Wills nodded understand

Nick adjusted his tie and glanced at his watch once more. It was a sleek, silver timepiece that his grandfather had gifted him years ago. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the irritation building inside him. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. He had orchestrated this family dinner with meticulous precision, hoping to bring everyone together after months of growing apart. Now, it seemed like everything was falling apart before it even began. He heard footsteps echoing through the hallway and turned to see his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wills, entering the sitting room. His father's demeanour was as composed as ever, but there was a flicker of regret in his eyes. His mother, on the other hand, wore a soft, apologetic smile that did little to ease Nick's frustration. "I don't mind the lack of punctuality, but this dinner is bad timing," Nick said, his voice a careful balance between disappointment and restraint. "We're sorry

Noah stepped out of the car, the heavy bass from the party's music thrumming through the ground and into her bones. The. night air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, mingling with the distant air of barbecue. She watched in stunned silence as a random guy sprinted past her and cannonballed into to the swimming pool, sending a cascade of water all over the people lounging at its edge. "Listen," the stranger said, pulling her attention back to him. "it's a get-together party so be careful so be careful". He pointed towards the pool and the throngs of people milling about. "That guy over there, the one in white, is Ronny. He got out of prison yesterday". Noah followed his gaze to the man surrounded by girls, his white shirt stark against the neon light. A chill ran down her spine, she was begging to regret agreeing to come to this party, all because she wanted to confront Nicholas about his lie. She was lost in her thoughts when the stranger's voice cut through her anxiet

Noah tossed and turned in her bed, caught in the throes of a nightmare. Her body shifted restlessly, unable to find comfort as her mind replayed a haunting scene from her childhood. In her dream, she was a little girl again, awakened by the soft but urgent voice of her mother. "Noah, Noah, sweetheart, wake up," her mother, Angela, whispered with a tremor of fear. Angela's face was bruised, and her eyes were wide with panic. She spoke quietly, careful not to alert the man pounding on the door. "Rafaella!" the man shouted, his voice thunderous as he slammed his fists against the locked door. "Open this fucking door!" Angela ignored the furious commands, focusing entirely on her daughter. "Come, honey, come on. Get in here," she urged, lifting little Noah from her bed and hiding her in the closet. The confusion and fear in Noah's eyes mirrored Angela's own terror. "What's going on, Mommy?" Noah asked, her voice trembling. "Don't come out, okay?" Angela said, shutting the closet door

Nick wasn't in the space to banter words with her, he glanced through her phone to see what might have made her, want to get Dan jealous by sending him a picture of her kissing another. Noah extended her hand to stop him from checking her phone, Nick pulled out her hand. Nick glanced through the picture he had seen on her phone, he felt so sorry for her, he couldn't say a word to her. It's painful if a partner should have an affair with someone but in this case it was with her best friend, he looked at Noah and saw how disappointed she was. "if I get you your pictures" Nick finally said his voice quite almost vulnerable "will you go home already?" Noah titled her head slightly, her expression softening as she gazed at him."maybe" she replied softly, her voice whisper in the cool night air. "Maybe?" Nick repeated inching close to her, he parted her thighs with his hands, feeling the warmth of her skin. She was sitted on the hood of his car, with her legs pulled tightly. He didn'