Jake Hayes’ POVA wave of whispers washes over me. It's an uncanny sensation, as if every person in the room is staring directly at me, judging me. The murmurs grow louder, and I can't make out any distinct words, just a chorus of agitated voices. As I walk forward with Aviana holding my arm, the stares become glares, and the whispers grow to hisses. I feel as though I'm walking through a minefield, one that's ready to explode at any moment. The pressure is intense, the tension almost unbearable. It's as if the entire room, every person in it, is against me.“What is happening?” I asked myself in a low voice. All of the sudden, the music stops. Everyone started to protest, “Who is that woman beside you?! Just how are you related to her? Explain!” It’s like I dug a grave for myself. I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe, every gasp feeling like it's caught in my throat. My legs feel weak and wobbly, like they might give out on me at any moment. A cold sweat breaks out across my f
Aviana Quincy's POVTwo years ago, I found myself a man that I never knew I would fall in love with. And little did I know that the man I treasured, loved, and respected, had somebody else. I was the other woman, without even knowing. "I'm going to get married."But albeit being the other woman, I continued to stay with him, being wrapped around his fingers. That very man I stayed loyal to, was the very man that said the following words, "This woman is nothing but a mere stranger!" My heart was broken into pieces. I know I should be putting myself first. But I was putting myself first. Because all I ever wanted was to be with you. That is, until you pushed me away without hesitation. As I yell, "Let's not keep our relationship hidden anymore!” the people glared at Jake and with a shocked expression. "What..?" Jake asked, flabbergasted by my words. The reporters found this scenario as a catch, and started taking pictures once again. I fell down to my knees, holding unto the other of
Aviana Quincy's POVIn the famous bar of the busy streets, at the corner of the thin walls. There I am, gently holding on to a thin glass of champagne. "Life… s*cks," I mumbled to myself as I sigh from hopelessness. My mascara spreads through my face, making my appearance hilarious. My rosy cheeks are all wet from the tears of grief from my eyes. I softly looked at the people at the loud bar. "They look like they are having fun… " I continued, "or are they?" It seems like it was only yesterday since we were whispering words of affirmation to each other. Time went so fast, in a blink of an eye. Now, I can't believe that you are not here.I continued to make myself drunk in misery, and regret. Then stopped when I started to notice that everyone's piercing eyes were on me. It seems like word of what happened at the party had already begun to spread like a virus. I covered myself up with a black comfy jacket, and shades, as I stood up, my walking unsteady and prepared to leave.I was wal
Luca Giovanni's POVIt was one hell of an evening. As I was extremely tired and exhausted, I decided to take a walk to get some fresh air on the streets when all of the sudden, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Ah, sorry." The person then looked at me. It was a drunk woman wearing shades, and a black jacket. As I looked closely at the woman In front of me, I realized that she seemed somewhat familiar.And before I could ask if we had met before, the woman fell unconscious into my arms, falling into my embrace. I was shocked, as I held her. "Excuse me?" I called out to her, attempting to wake her up. I shook her, and tried calling her several times, but there was no response.I sighed in disbelief and a bit of an annoyance. Then, all of the blue, her shades fell to the ground. As I looked intensely into her closed eyes, I realized that this very woman was the very woman that made a huge impact on tonight's event. It was no one else other than Aviana Quincy. As I carried her into my
Damien Yves Etienne’s POVOn that night, when the moon appeared brightly outside the window, we made love. Our bodies touched one another, feeling each other’s embrace as our sweat fell on the sheet. It was a hot steamy night. I, myself, was feeling tired. The sun was rising, yet we were still at it.While breathing heavily, pressing my body against her at a fast pace, I asked, “W-Wanna…” I let out an exhale, “Wanna do it again?” I held her leg. Charlotte, my future wife on the other hand wasn’t able to give me a direct response as she is still catching her breath.“N-No more,” she added, “Hah…It’s so big, I feel like it might r-rip.” Charlotte continued to whimper under my chest. I laughed at her remarks. “What do you mean?” I teased, “It’s little for me, so you shouldn’t complain.” Charlotte then widened her eyes, as she looked down at what I described as little. Then she shook her head and looked at me with a rather angry tone. “You’re insane,” she said, pushing me away. “Eh?” I was
Charlotte Hayes’ POV“So, would you mind explaining why you’re here?” My mother says, while holding his hand on the door knob, as she opens the door for me. I catched my breath for a second, my legs shaking. “Can I stay here for a while” Although it was quite the ride, I had nowhere to go. If I go to a hotel, he might find me easily so this was the only place I could go—which is my childhood house. My mother, Ophelia Maine looked at me from top to bottom, as if she’s observing my situation. Then she focused on one place, my neck and sighed. “Did you seriously come here right after love making?” My face flushed red as I yelled in denial, “I did not!”“Then why are you here?” she asks, crossing her arms. All of the sudden, another figure comes behind my mother. A man two years older than my mother appears. It’s my father, also known as Zach Maine. He has such a bulky and rich appearance. Upon seeing his figure, I immediately reached out to embrace him, causing my mother to be surprised
Charlotte Hayes’ POVMother looked at me with a stern look. “I can explain…” But before I could finish my statement, mother grabbed the door knob and opened the door. I immediately rushed over to her side, hoping to prevent her from opening the door completely. But I was too late. Just as I reached for the doorknob, my mother had already opened the door, revealing Damien standing on the front porch, a playful grin on his face.I gasped as I tried to stop myself, but before I knew it, I had fallen into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, his broad shoulders offering a soft landing. I felt my skin flush, my chest heave with every breath as I struggled to free myself from his grip. But I was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, we were in a full-on embrace.“Did you miss me that much to the point you came rushing, embracing me head on?” he teased, looking at me with a playful grin on his face. I pouted and tried to stay mad at him. Despite my best efforts to remain stoic and composed, a
Luca Giovanni’s POVAs the sun shines over the city, casting a warm, orange glow over my room, I prepared to go back to my daily duties. But as I turned to continue my work, I couldn't shake the thought of the woman who just left my house. Is she okay? I tried to shake her off my mind, but I couldn’t. So I quickly rushed out of my house, into the busy streets. I scanned the faces of the people around me, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.The sights, smells, sounds, and sensations of the city were overwhelming as I searched for her. The warm air smelled of motor oil and exhaust fumes, and the sounds of the city's hustle and bustle filled my ears. Every face I passed seemed to be a blur as I searched frantically for her. The more I scoured the crowd, the more I became frustrated by my inability to find her. The frustration quickly morphed into anger as I realized how much time I wasted looking at random people, all because I was worried about someone else. I clenched my fists in frustr