Once you choose hope, anything is possible.
Everyone has their own language, it just depends on you if you want to learn it to understand them. . Cole One week later I slid into the chair at the back of the room, my eyes fixed on the back of her head where she sat in the front row. Mrs Pamela was writing something on the board. She was a married woman in her late thirties. She was the only female available who taught sign language to an afternoon batch. Every other batch was taken by a male teacher, either in his late forties or someone in their early twenties. Both options weren't what I wanted for it, not just because of my preference, but I knew that she wouldn't be com
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
Eight hours later...I held the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my arms. He was so small. So fragile. And so trusting of the arms that held him. “We decided that you should name him.” Bree said as Mad sat beside her, his arm protectively curled around her shoulders.I blinked at them, my eyes filling with tears that I hated anew. It seemed that day, eighteen months ago a dam broke and it didn’t stop. I looked at Mom and Dad, who gave me encouraging nods. Turning back to Mad, I asked, “You don’t mind?”He looked at me like I was mad. “Are you crazy? Why would I mind? He is your nephew, and we want you to name him.” His blue eyes softened as he said, “We want you to be an important part in our sons’ lives.”I looked around the room as my mind felt overwhelmed. My eyes fell on Dominic who had fallen asleep in the past hour and then on Alex who winked at me. Brandon had slipped out shortly after the little boy was born and the doctors declared that both the mother and son were fine.
PrologueEighteen months later...Violet‘You should stay for dinner with us.’ Hailey signed as I picked up my purse when I saw it was already six in the evening.I ruffled her hair and signed back, ‘Maybe some other day.’She narrowed her eyes at me, because as sweet as she was, she was also smart. She recognised my words for what it was. Excuses. ‘You always say that.’“Stop pestering her, munchkin.”We both turned to look at Kevin, who entered the house in dark blue jeans and white polo shirt. He was like a typical father figure we watch in daily soaps and even though he was gentle and always respects the boundaries I have set for our friendship, I couldn't make myself feel what I once felt for the man that should not be named. I liked him enough but not as much as he liked me. Maybe I should try harder, if I shouldn’t hold onto my dark past then I shouldn’t hold on to those feelings as they were in the past too.Coming toward us, he bent down and greeted his daughter with a hug an
Two months later...ColeI slid the aviators up my nose, they have become a necessity considering I was unable to sleep without drinking myself into stupor nowadays. I picked up my phone from the centre console and dialled the number that I had been dialling compulsively since the last two months like an alcoholic searching for one last beer can in the kitchen.“Did you find him?”“No. There’s no sign of the boy you gave us a picture of.”I gritted my teeth, my hand going to the back of my neck as tension gathered in my shoulders. “You all are incompetent fucking arseholes. You can’t find a teenage boy, what can you even do?” I growled into the phone.“Mr Bianchi, we are trying our best. We checked the city surveillance, there’s no sign of that boy.” The P. I. my father had hired, said into the phone pressed to my ear, his voice hesitant because he didn’t want to disappoint me. But he was.I wasn’t temperamental like my last name was famous for but maybe it had changed because right n
Two weeks later...ColeI sat in the darkness that was only punctured by a low fluorescent lamp on the other side of the sofa on which I was sitting. The heavy silence surrounding me felt suffocating, the kind where every breath stabs in the lungs. And as I struggled to breathe, the world around me seemed to be peacefully sleeping. Along with the woman on the hospital bed.I wrenched my gaze from her sleeping form and looked up at the ceiling. I was on the eighth floor of the hospital that was considered to be the best and yet they couldn’t wake her up. Like the rest of the world she was sleeping too, but unlike the rest of the world she has been sleeping for a long time now. Coma. The first letter word with a power that put the one person’s life on hold, affected others who were close to them, while the whole world around moves at their regular pace like nothing happened.She hasn’t woken up since the last time I left her— six years ago, except she did fifteen days ago and as fate ha
We belong together, And you know that I am right,Why do you play with my heart? Why do you play with my mind?Said we’d be forever, Said it’d never die,How could you love me and leave me and never,Say goodbye? ~End of the road, Boyz II MenColeI looked down at her beautiful face as a single tear rolled down my face, sitting this close to her I already felt the pain of being separated. She looked so peaceful while sleeping like a fallen angel, a princess broken by the monsters of our real world. Her pretty face was still flushed pink from our earlier activities. After the way we had made love, the intensity of it hadn’t vanished before we were attacking each other once again like hungry animals. Every part of my body, every cell in my body had wished to gorge on her. It felt like it was my last meal before a life sentence. And I wanted to have every last morsel I could.And now as I sat beside her, fully clothed, my whole body trembled and I didn't think I’d ever be able to overcom
The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. ~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship.There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison. ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion. VioletHe tasted like mine and yet he wasn’t. I didn’t know how that could be possible but it was and if all I could ever have of him was this connection between us then it’ll be what I’ll have.I slipped my fingers into his hair and his hands slipped around my waist, pulling me into him. Our bodies pressed into each other like they were glued or we were born to fit like this. Two pieces of the same puzzle. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him like I had done millions of times before or like it was just an act I remembered from my past life. His sherry eyes were dark with emotions that I knew mirrored in mine, so many unspoken words remained between us but all our lips could do was kiss each other and we hoped the other person understood the un
Pain was something I was used to but there with him for a moment it was gone, my heart was healed. But broken things don't stay put together for long and he taught me that the hard way. ~ A. GuptaColeI fûcked up.And I have no idea what to do now. The one thing I wanted to do most was to kill Alex. The arsehôle knew how to push everyone’s buttons and this time he did it with me. And I fell for it, did something that I shouldn’t have. I spoke the words that made me the bad person, or just the jealous one. Fûcking Alex!And now the time was running out and she was still not talking to me. Well, she hadn’t been talking to
The words are there on my lips, But I don’t know how to say them,I’m in love with you, But I don’t know how to tell you that,I don’t know how to hide it and I don’t know how to express it.{It’s a very beautiful song from Bollywood. Chupana Bhi Nahi Aata}VioletIt was Alex and Mad who entered the house and Cole stood up, not hearing what I had asked of him. I was disappointed and glad in equal measures. I stood up too when I saw that Mad was holding baby Ivan in his arms but Bree wasn’t there.And as if I had voiced my confusion aloud, Mad walked to me and
You and I are not a mistake. Destiny brought us together and I hope one day it will again for the sake of the love we wished for and then I won’t let anyone take you away from me. ~ A. GuptaColeEverything seemed to be falling apart in the Carter house and I wanted to make it right for the family who gave me a home and Dominic who was a brother like Maddox, but I didn’t know how. I have done everything I could, hacking into every street camera I could and given Alex all the information I got, wherever or whenever I got a glimpse of Kiara.And then there was she. Violet has been ignoring me but at night when I’d slip into her bed and under the covers behind her, she lets me hold her