Masked curse: Forbidden Love

Alvin Miller woke up to the sounds of a snoring person. He jumped out of the bed and saw the naked woman lying on it. Her hands were pressed over the pillow and her left breast were exposed; she'll have to be a real slut to sleep that way. Tying a towel over his naked manhood, Alvin walked to the bathroom with a hazy recollection of what happened the night before. He had picked her up from a dark night club and brought her to his house to fuck her shitless. He got into the bathroom and flung the towel from his body with self-distaste; only God knows if the woman on the bed had some sort of STD he didn't know about. His head jerked back as he let the warm shower water pour on his body. He wanted this moment to last forever but knew it wouldn't; he would be going back to his usual boring life in a few hours. Alvin turned off the shower and tied the towel before he got out of the bathroom. There wasn't time to brush; he didn't want that woman to wake up and see his face. Thank Go

It was a tiring and boring day. The sun hung hidden in the sky and sent a dull ray of sunshine to the earth. It was quite cool for an early september. Nora was outside her apartment, taking a nap on a rocking chair. Her hair was being blown by the wind; and she had sunglasses on even when it wasn't that sunny. She was wearing a tight baby shirt that brought out the shape of her elegantly curved boobs and bum shorts that screamed sex. It was her free time—the small time she can spend at home before going to work again that evening. Nora was scrolling through her phone a minute later, looking for possible jobs because she was sick and tired of the so-called “club” where she worked. A notification popped into her phone. She swiped down the screen and saw a subject-heading email that read: “Watch your back”. Nora jumped off the chair and stilled herself before she opened the email. It read: “I know where you are; and I'll come get you”. “Oh my gosh,” she muttered to herself. “He has

Alvin couldn't feel himself. He was looking at his father with a shocked look on his face. Disbelief clouded his features; and his fists were tightened on top of his lap. “W-what does marrying Amanda have to do with this?“ “Don't ask unnecessary questions. We both know that you won't be able to live a good life…” Mr Muller said. “…with another woman,” he added as an afterthought. Alvin suddenly hit his fists on the chair and stood up to attack his father in anger but the scar-faced guy blocked me. “What do you want to do? Fight me?“ Mr Miller asked, his voice sounding amused. “I'll do more than fighting you, old man! I'll kill you here and now!“ “Watch your words, boy!“ Mr Miller exclaimed, standing up too. Alvin noticed for the first time that his eyes were red; he had probably been doing drugs before he came. “You even told her what mother said. Why in the fucking world did you do that?“ Alvin yelled, trying really hard to stop his tears. “It's not my fault that I was born

It was a cool night. The breeze from the ocean swept all of its surroundings and island with a satisfying amount of cold. In a dark and small building in California, there were two dozens of hefty and well-builded men. Some others were outside, guiding the surroundings and making sure it's not attacked or rampaged. They were seven particular men in a wide room, one that smelt of drugs and liquor. They were plastic chairs scattered about in different directions—some looking like they hadn't been washed in months. The room had the vibe of a cemetery—quiet and void of life even though they were seven living beings in it. The windows were open, but it was still very hard to breathe. The seven men all had serious and stern expressions on their faces. Nobody was saying anything. Three of them were sniffing a small pack of cocaine with eyes as red as blood. Three others were taking long draws of Jamaica-made marijuana. There was something everybody in the room had in common, and that

It was a new day. The streets of Los Angeles were swarming with people who were either driving or walking to their destinations. The sun was quite intense—since it was “sunday”. And it was definitely not the type of day to be indoors. But things were different for Alvin; he held a bored expression on his face as he looked at the swimming pool before him. He was lying back at the pool bench in front of his permanent residence—not sure if that was the best way to wade away time. Alvin's face was free from a mask, and that was the only thing he was enjoying at that moment. He was shirtless, even though he hadn't got in the pool yet. But he wasn't only shirtless, he was also restless. No matter how hard he had tried, he couldn't get his mind off the girl who he had met twice now. He hadn't thought too much about her the first time they met in the fueling station. But now, he saw her face everywhere he looked. “I'm crazily obsessed with her,” he muttered to himself, smiling for the