The next morning arrived far too quickly for Frederick. He had barely slept, his mind racing with the possibilities of how the conversation with Samara would go.He arrived at the café early, his nerves on edge. He had spent the entire night thinking about what he would say to Samara, how he could possibly convince her to come back to him. The stakes had never been higher, and he knew that this was his last chance to make things right.When Samara walked in, Frederick’s heart ached at the sight of her. She looked tired, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion, but she was still the woman he loved—strong, resilient, and undeniably beautiful. He stood up as she approached, offering a tentative smile.“Samara,” he greeted her softly.She nodded, her expression guarded. “Frederick.”They sat down across from each other, the tension between them palpable. For a moment, neither of them spoke, both trying to find the right words. Finally, Frederick broke the si
As Samara turned the corner onto her street, she saw Damien waiting outside his apartment. He smiled when he saw her, and she felt a pang of guilt. She didn't know what to say to him, didn't know how to explain the emotions that were swirling inside her."Hey," Damien said, as she approached him. "How did it go with Frederick?"Samara hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It was...complicated," she said finally.Damien nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I can imagine," he said. "Do you want to talk about it?"Samara shook her head, feeling overwhelmed. "Not now," she said. "I just need some time to think."Damien nodded again, his expression soft. "Okay," he said. "Take all the time you need."Samara smiled weakly, feeling grateful for his patience and understanding. She knew that she didn't deserve it, but she was thankful nonetheless.As she went inside, Samara felt like she was stepping into a void, unsure of what lay
The soldiers came late in the day, grim and unwavering. Everyone had expected them, but their appearances, led by a cold-eyed colonel who has been a terror in the community, was still shocking. The men of the house went out to meet them, while the daughters and their mother stayed back and watched with fear.Samara glanced through the kitchen window with panic. Rafael her brother, lurked just outside the door. He caught her eye and made an urgent gesture, she must hide. She nodded to him, but didn’t budge. She wanted to see everything.“To what do I owe this honor?” Her Father spoke, feigning a smile.The colonel looked at him spitefully, “This is not a pleasant visit”.Samara could see her Father tremble at the colonel’s voice. She felt bad. She has brought this upon her family with her uncouth attitude towards the officers earlier in the day when she had gone to pick oranges. Samara was on her way home when she had heard a sound come in on the wind, voices and a soft mewling. Unab
If he had been asked, Colonel Frederick Smyth could have put his hand on his heart and sworn that he had never met anyone as ravishingly beautiful as Samara Noel. She was beauty personified, from her pretty face, with a bright calling eyes, her well sculpted pointy nose, broad high temple, high cheek bones, curvy luscious lips, and piano keys-like dentition, to her curvy body and very smooth light skin. She was perfection.As a child, Frederick was not a good looking boy. He was chubby, and had a huge round stomach. He was always bullied by his mate. When he became a teenager, he had lost some weight, but his face was filled with acne. He was still taunted and mocked by both boys and girls of his age. No one wanted to be friends with him. Frederick felt so inferior among his mates, that he swore he was going to find a way to measure up, and even get better than them. When an opportunity to join the army came, he grabbed it. He needed so bad to excel at something. And so he did. Frede
NEVER… NEVER… NEVER…Samara kept screaming in her head as she returned home after meeting with the Colonel. She had heard many awful things about the Colonel, but after today she was sure they forgot to mention that he was also a Mad Man. If not, then how on earth did he think of making such a proposal? Or the worst that he expected that she would accept? “Why are you talking to yourself?” Samara looked up to see who had spoken to her. She was totally lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she was not alone. A young handsome man stood before her, and she was caught aback for few seconds. He looked like a model, with thick dark brown hair and vivid eyes; Samara remembered thinking that a man with a face like his should be short, just to keep the scales balanced. Instead he was tall and had a casual masculine grace that could draw any feminine eye to him. His looks were wholly masculine. “Why are you talking to me?” She asked after regaining her composure and giving him a good
“Do you even know what effect you’re having on me right now?”Damien said as he leaned in and gently caressed Samara’s lips with his. The softness of her lips took him by surprise. Samara looked up at him with her beautiful eyes, not moving away as her lips parted slightly, inviting him. The touch of their lips kindled something in him as he fully claimed hers and sunk into a deep kiss. The kiss lasted longer than he intended, but he couldn’t pull himself away. Instead he pulled her close, and she willingly gave herself to him. His hands began to slip beneath her dress, feeling the warmth of her bare skin, at this point they were both breathing hard, as he could feel her body trembling as his hands moved higher under her dress, slowly lifting it up, revealing her body to his eager eyes.“Damien! Your breakfast is getting cold”. His mother’s voice from the living room woke him up.Damien opened his eyes, stunned by his dream. His heart was still pounding, as he remained on the bed reel
If Damien Kesley could make a wish, he would wish that the clock spin backwards to when he met her. A shiver rolled through him, rattling the spikes along his spine as he pictured her face. She is a natural beauty, with her shiny jet black hair and killer figure, her softly upturned nose and stunning hazel eyes. But it’s not just her looks. She has a sharp wit too, beauty and brain.Damien shook his head in disbelief as he sat by a tree just by the same spot he had met her yesterday. If he had ever been told that he would be this anxious just to meet a woman again, he would have doubted it. Under normal circumstances, this shouldn't bother him, he was the one who usually had such effect on people and not the other way round. This time though it was different, she was different.Tall, dark and handsome, Damien Kesley was the type of man that got ladies drooling. He has never put effort into getting or wooing a woman. They all came to him themselves. But she was different. The beautifu
As Samara Noel walked down the aisle arm in arm with her father, she struggled not to breakdown in tears. She looked very beautiful with her hair arranged in an elaborate style on top of her head, and her immaculate white wedding gown swished almost silently on the carpet aisle.The whole setting was breathtaking and close to perfect. It was like something cut out of her romance novels. The church was beautifully decorated with red and white roses. Her younger sister Callista was busy sprinkling some of the rose petals on the aisle, while her bridesmaid stood with huge smiles on their faces, looking gorgeous in their flowing scarlet knee length dresses.Samara tried to mirror their smiles, but found herself crying instead, as the tears she fought to hold back slipped down her eyes silently. Everything was perfect except for the man she was getting married to. Colonel Frederick Smyth was the last man on earth she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She thought as she finally let