Larissa's viewpointI looked around the house, walking in slowly while Neo went in to get something. It was strange. He told me it was an apartment and his Grandpa was sending him away but for someone who was leaving, they put a great effort into the interior design of the house. Note that I said house, not apartment. It was undoubtedly a beautiful home. The taupe gray, silver, and cream theme with a bit of brown was lovely, along with the furniture and the styling."I'm back," he announced, drawing my attention to him. He walked to the cream camel back sofa with a bottle of Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose, two white wine glasses, a big plate of Swedish meatballs, and dark chocolate almond barks. He dropped the tray on the table and sat down."Shouldn't you be using champagne glasses for those?" I joined him."I broke them," I picked the bottle first. It was one of my favorite wines. "So how are you doing? Since you got out,""Not good. My grandparents are shipping me off to I
Zayne's viewpointI tapped my foot on the floor, my hands clasped and pressed to my lips. I silently prayed with my eyes closed for a good result since we didn't have the time or anyone to test it out. It wasn't something dangerous, that we were sure of but anything could happen. It'd been almost nine hours since the operation began. There had been no news from Dad or the doctors. We weren't allowed in there.Savia huffed for the umpteenth time. She had been pacing for four hours without a break. Neither of us could sleep. Serenity slept off thrice and woke up with a scream. She had nightmares. Zyaire slept off along the way, but unlike Serenity, he did not wake or shake, he cried in his sleep. None of us could be bothered to soothe each other's pain."Argh!!!" Savia screamed, ruffling her hair and shaking her head wildly. "This is driving me crazy!""Relax, Savvy," Aunt Rylee said softly. She accompanied us to the hospital along with her husband, Uncle Phineas. We kept Mom's conditio
Today marks a year and seven months since Larissa went into a coma. The project to fasten her healing remains a failure. There has been no positive result since. So far, the doctors still deem her survival impossible and the medicine to help the impossible become possible is nothing but a failure. The agreed number of experiments I can carry out is getting close. I promised my parents that after the number is three hundred, I will not carry out any more experiments. Even if they are condemned criminals, even if they throw away gangsters from the assassin association and mafia, they are still humans. Or so Mom said. Almost two years isn't enough to heal the wound in my heart, or anyone who truly loved her. I miss her. I miss everything about her. The world has no colors without her. I caught him, the bastard who made this happen. It's a shame he died from the third experiment. I would have loved to put him to more use. Larissa's parents welcomed a new baby last
My heart thrummed violently, my fast breath reaching my ears as I walked through the hallway, my hands sweaty and trembling along with my body. My eyes searched for people, one after another, hoping, counting, and internally crying. My heart raced faster with every number closer I got to my demise. I should never have agreed to join, but it wasn't something I could back down from.Since we were kids, we have always played a game. Whenever a new semester began, we took turns establishing rules. Like in the previous semester, everyone came to school dressed like a flamingo—courtesy of my request—and the semester before that, we resumed school with a pogo stick and dressed in flamboyant and absolutely crazy boho clothes. Every new semester came with something either more or less exciting, but this was the most outrageous ever asked. The twentieth male you see in the hallway should be kissed, regardless of whether it's a teacher or a janitor.The rules weren't adjustable. We made it so no
I peeped into the hallway, searching around for a sign of him. I had been doing that for a week since school began, successfully avoiding him the previous week. I was determined to avoid him for the rest of the semester until I graduated. I was certain he didn't see my face, but I couldn't be too careful. Everyone already knew me as a weirdo so seeing me going "ninja" wasn't surprising. If anything, they would stare at me amusedly and shake their heads. Aside from sneaking about, I became very jumpy and easily scared, like he would pop out of nowhere. It started the following day when I saw his older twin brother looking at me strangely. I knew it was because of how I was walking sideways, but still. Okay, his older quint brother since the remaining three don't school here. I heard the two eldest were in college, they were that smart. Zayne had always been intelligent as well, almost like the eldest male, but he always preferred to stay back with his brother and not fast forward his t
Keep your hood over your head, eyes down, never speak a word and you can get out of this alive.My breathing was not even, my trembling hands were on my laps. He was sitting right next to me. How did it happen? I don't know. I was on my own, preparing to sleep through the class when he walked in, straight towards me. He was just a seat away, but we were close enough to hear each other. I hoped he wasn't a shifter or a vampire, or he would hear my heart fighting to die on me.Five more minutes…"Okay, class, that's it for today," yes! Early finish! "We'll be starting off with an assignment. Two of you would pair up and work on a given topic together, and submit by the end of next week. You will be given topics from the last two semesters. The report would be reread in class and retaught, to refresh each and every one of your memories…""Oh, come on, Mr. Ayton, do we have to!""Yes, because I say so," I rolled my eyes. "Justice," he called harshly, making me furrow my brows in confusion
I groaned as I pressed my face into Neo's pillow, letting out very small whimpers. After the shocking news, I went back to sneak more and avoided him like a plague, but how long would I hide? How long would I stay away from him? I couldn't get out of it no matter how much I begged Mr. Stone to have mercy.«««Flashback»»»I followed Mr. Stone to his car, clinging to his arm like my life depended on it, which is true because it did. If I didn't find a way to get out of the tutoring lesson, I was doomed. An assignment was enough, no more. It was no longer a fight for him never to recognize me as the crazy kisser, but this was a matter of my heart. I knew myself a lot… No, it was common knowledge. He starts teaching me, we become friends, I fall in love with him and he never reciprocates, leaving me heartbroken for the rest of my life, maybe. I didn't want to take that chance, I didn't want to be part of those whose first love never worked out. I didn't want to have to suffer emotionally,
"Ow," I cried, "what was that for?!""What was that for? I'm trying to flick some sense into you. As much as I hate this, I will not be a selfish brother and tell you to turn your back on this golden opportunity. Larissa, this is your chance to get him to fall for you, for real. Aren't you tired of this?" He pointed his fingers at my wall of Zayne's photographs. "Do you want to keep loving the pictures when you can love him in person? Yes, you will fall for him if you get close, but he might too. You can never know until you try—""That's risky—""No, your obsession over him is. Once you get this over and done with, you can either get him to love you, or get your heart broken and get him out of your system for good. I know you, if you don't do this, you will regret this for the rest of your life. Risa, just try and see. And I know your other worry would be what if he falls and later gets tired of you like Dad's wife did to him? What if he cheats on you? What if he blah blah," he said,