A lone fighter. She was fine with that. After all, this mess was her doing.
Fired up because of her newfound purpose, she hailed a cab since she planned to wait for Eli in Tiya Rosa's cottage. The split-second shocked expression of the driver while she was instructing him the address was overlooked by her eyes fixating outside as though by some miracle, Eli would pop out of nowhere. By the next minutes, she slept on the passenger seat without her intending to.
The faint sound of engines dying awoke her and the first thing welcoming her sight was a police station. She jolted and glared at the driver about to step outside to open her door.
"Mister, what the actual crap? I'm capable of paying fare, for your information." She asserted in a high, irritated pitch.
<REFERENCE TO CHAPTERS: 29, 7, 3 for the flashback mentions to get better understanding.
PART I - Severed Fates is officially done. I will be posting PART II after a two month break so I'll probably back by the second week of March. School has been tough or sometimes unexpectedly busy so I need ample time to write more without worrying to miss weekly updates. In that way, I won't run out of my prepared chapters like it did with the last 5 chapters. It super caused me a great delay, phew. As for the second part's own short prologue, I'd drop it as soon as I can. Hope you understand and always keep safe and kicking! Lots of love!
Amongst fairies, there was a story known by all but none of them ever speaks of.Long, long ago, a fated pair was born at a perfect time in the peaceful land. Deities dotted their love the most compared among millions of pairs due to the tragedy of their past. The couple kept missing each other’s lifetime for centuries. Whenever one comes to the world, the other departs within the same day or the span of weeks. They sometimes met yet so brief it frustrated the ageless beings.Supernatural beings such as fae-folk, even as mere watchers of their love story deprived of the chance to begin, mourned how gut-wrenching it was and vowed to ensure their ‘happily ever after’.Living in different cities, Agape in alias
PROLOG Up on the hill lies a townhouse built like a fortress. Vines crawled on the iron wrought walls from the top to the soiled ground surrounding the lot. The steep slope made it impossible to travel by car nor was it friendly to walk with the road uncemented. Thus, no person wanders by accident or goes sightseeing. Most people called the place haunted because of rumors spread by campers. They said that while spending the night in the forest, they heard faint music coming from the nearby hill. Out of curiosity, they ventured in the midst of darkness and were astounded to see the lights on the townhouse but when they pressed the doorbell, no one answered. Then, suddenly, the beautiful melody was replaced by eerie silence so when the lights went out from the place, they were already running away. Little did they know, insi
Oh, the world is vast and enigmatic! Millions of people compete for power, fame and beauty. Some gave up along the way while others outlived their lives without gaining at least one but quite a lucky few just had it since the day they were born like Caress Aragon residing in the City of Gold. Rumors spread fast that in one's eyes, she gleams! Undying tattles said deities, fairies and the Almighty blessed her with the divine light. If by chance, locals are asked, "How true is this preposterous hearsay?" "Truer than true!" young lads would exclaim in confidence. "You shall know when you see her in person." other townsmen urged. "I'm not sure but she isn’t called goddess for n
A hand pulled Care out of the dancefloor while her mind wandered elsewhere. "Who was it?" she mumbled. "It's me, Ivy! I came to fetch you on behalf of my sister!" a lady in chiffon lacy dress replied in obvious foul mood, "Stupid camaraderie dance! What a lame excuse for those bird-brained men to select prospects! All of them seem so eager to dance with you that they won’t mind ripping your arm off. Be grateful I saved your ass." Unable to keep track of her blabbers, Care beamed at Ivy. Her stern looking expression warded off bachelors from approaching. Better to have a rival’s company than those nuisances, Care thought. "Actually, I expected Marigold to show up instead of you. I assumed you were on the dancefloor with your charming suitor, too." "Not another word!" Ivy squinted her eyes, threat mode. She raised her hands in surrender and nodded. It would be unwise to conti
Her breathing becomes shallow. Despite staying still, blood kept gushing out from her stab wound. Her hand had gone frail from pressing on to stop the bleeding. Care suspected her stubbornness in the end won't help. In her trance-like state, flashes of an insignificant memory from the past resurfaced. Up on the hilltop, her ancestors built a pristine white mausoleum surrounded by evergreen trees. They called it Paradiso. Who would not? On that site: air was fresh, skies seemed closer as if within the reach of one’s hand and the elevation provided a great view below. It serves as a resting sanctuary for those blood relatives who passed on. Their pictures sit next to their graves while their memoirs are compiled on a mahogany bookshelf.
"May we call on Lady Caress to join us with the bestowing ceremony." The emcee announced followed by an applause from the several attendees.Care found herself rising from her seat."Shi! What is this, déjà vu?" Care inwardly panicked.Like how it goes, Aster reached and gave her hand a light squeeze. Her heart began thumping crazily when she said the exact statement:"Come straight to the table after, hmm? I feel uneasy tonight."Chills ran through her spine as though somebody threw a bucket full of ice on her. She wanted to shout for help yet she cannot lift even a muscle in her mouth no matter how hard she tried. Further and further, she spirals down into a dilem
"Aragon, run! What are you doing?" Eli yelled, distraught. Care heard him and still she cannot take her eyes off Ramses. Her heart got ruled by fear for her estranged friend's life. She froze in place like a statue. Years may have passed but she will forever be indebted to him. For the young lady, his sins were forgiven before he even asked for it. "He will end up in jail if you can't stop this! You must stop him! Stop him!" Her conscience clamored. Once again, she was back as a little naïve child. The boy Ramses in her memories clouded her logic. Harmless, kind and warm... that although he lunges for another strike, she stood unwavering. What she did not anticipate was being thrown aside seconds later. The next thing she knew, Ramses already stabbed Eli while sh