Everyone has their own language, it just depends on you if you want to learn it to understand them.
PastThis place was dark. And the dark here was not black walls. The dark here was in the men I heard talking. The dark here was the evil that lurked in the air. The dark here was the crying and screams and pain I could hear through the walls. The dark here was in the white sparkling lights and the money that surrounded us.They transported us into trucks. Our hands and feet were bound and our mouths were covered with duct tapes. But it wasn’t enough for these monsters. No, it was never enough. They closed us inside brown sacks like we were goods to be traded, which we were for these monsters. The only concession we got were the two tiny holes for us to breathe.When we reached our destination, they shoved us into a mansion. We were instructed to be in a line. We were instru
The touch of his gaze was like a caress of its own. It felt like phantom fingers were trailing down my back in a soft, steady rhythm..VioletOne month later“It is time.”I startled and looked up at the door to see him standing there. His hair were wet and looked darker from his recent shower. His eyes were glittering fiercely as if someone had already pissed him for the rest of the day. And he stood like he would punch anyone who even slightly annoyed him.“Come in, Cole, you don’t have to stand there.” Brenna said to him, making me pause as I sat up from where I was lying beside her.&n
Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ~ Eckhart Tolle.Violet“Cole!”I paused and so did the man walking down the stairs beside me as we were making our way toward the car waiting for us in the driveway.“Yes, Mrs Carter?” He asked as he turned around to face her.“I wanted to ask you if you would take Violet to the mall. They have a new boutique opened up there and there are a lot of new clothes that I’m sure Violet would love to have.”I shook my head at her announcement. I didn't need anymore clothes, the last time Br
Chapter Eight Sometimes all you need is a hand to hold and someone to walk beside you. . Cole She held up a purple onesie and looked at it as she lightly caressed her fingers on the soft fabric. And I looked at her. I watched as a soft smile played at the corner of her lips. No one would know it was a smile but by how much I have observed her, I have come to learn every minuscule change of her expression. She put the onesie in the cart, just like I knew she would. It was the sixth one. There was already a white one, yellow, blue and green. I shook my head and walked a few steps toward her as she started to once again wander into the toys section. I’d had enough of this. “What are you doing?” She startled at my voice and turned around to face me. Wide blue eyes blinked up at me and her lips parted before she licked them
I swear nothing is hotter than a man who is overprotective and can take on anyone for his woman.A man who can kill and yet be as sweet as a lamb when he comes back to her. -A.Gupta Violet “Damn it.”The low murmured words had me slowing down as we crossed the parking lot to where his car was. I looked at him in question and he answered, “I forgot to pick up the bags from the kids section.” With a loud exhale he slightly shifted to face the entrance of the mall before he said, “Here...” He held out the car keys and bags. “You wait inside the car. I will be back in a minute.” I wanted to shake my head and go back inside in the Mall with him instead of waiting here alone but instead I took the bags and the keys from him so as not to come out more pathetic than I had felt when he had to hold my hand so I could step on the escalator. I watched as he walked away and then paused on the stairs leading to the huge glass doors before he turned to
She might not speak a word to me but every time I look at her, those eyes tell me a story that knock at my broken heart.He is a ray of sunshine in this desolate, dark and cold world. ~A.Gupta Cole The moment I had stepped out of the mall, my eyes had gone straight to my car. From where I was standing I could only see the back of the car and nothing else. But by the time I was halfway to my car I could feel the sudden tension in my bones. It was like an outside force was affecting me and the moment my eyes fell on the passenger seat I understood why. My eyes went to the backseat, a part of me hoping that I would find her there but I knew it even before I saw the bags there and no sign of Violet. Fuck. I didn’t pay any attention to the bags as they slipped from my fingers as my eyes roamed the silent parking lot. Looking. Searching. But not seeing her. It was like that moment when I was six an
Baby steps still count as long as you move forward.VioletFeelings in chaos, when I stepped back into the bedroom my gaze caught my notebook that had fallen on the floor. I walked to pick it up but halfway to it something else has me pausing. It took me only a few seconds before I came to a decision.I was almost to the bed with the heavy chair dragging behind me when he came out of the bathroom. He paused and arched his brow up when I met his gaze. Flustered, I focused on setting the chair on the side of the bed where I slept. “What are you doing?” He asked, those brown eyes going to the chair then coming back to me. Even though I knew what I was doing and what if wanted, it
I'm jealous of everybody who's with you when I’m not.VioletMy fingers itched to grab his. It was like an addiction now. One moment and then a night where I held on to his fingers as I slept, and now all I could think about was to keep touching him. Have his skin against mine. His tanned tone to my fair one. His strength to my fragility. His warmth to my cold, trembling fingers.“You are staring, princess.”Startled, I looked down at my hands. But I couldn't keep my gaze from him for long. He looked so beautiful today. And so perfect, with a hint of dark danger wrapped around him. It wasn’t the kind to make me afraid, it was the kind I had seen yesterday when he had come to protect me and I