If there is something that I truly adore about my kitchen, it is that, during warm afternoons, the light that comes from the window makes the place appear to be somewhat warm and cozy.He sat on a chair beside the table with his little legs ticking back and forth as always when he had something troubling him. The uncertainty that ordinarily is well camouflaged by the mutual pleasure of our talks was evident in his changing eyes, foggy and obscure at that moment. “Here you go, sweetie,” I said, putting the plate on the table in front of him and running my fingers through his hair. "Eat up. " Owen then grabbed an apple slice but did not put it in his mouth right away. He simply looked at it, with a thoughtful expression on his face. Then his eyes met mine and he became completely serious. “Mommy, may I talk to you about something?” He asked in a low tone as though asking the question was the most difficult thing he had to do. I felt like I had a realization, my heartbeat increased a
As I strolled through the busy shopping center together with my friend Rita, the thrilled voices of other women surrounding us caught my attention.“What? I thought the CEO of Kurtna said the Delante dress was limited. There are several outlets currently selling it. I have to go buy it too; it's worth having in my closet,” one woman said, her eyes glued to her phone.“Yeah, I saw a picture too. I was even ready to do anything to buy it the first time it was launched, but the price was huge. Thank goodness the current price is quite affordable; I'll be getting one,” another woman chimed in.Lately, there have been numerous posts on social media about the massive sale of Delante dresses. It seemed like everyone wanted it, and in a group of thirty women, you could easily find ten wearing the dress.***“There has been a copy of the Delante dress out there. We made the Delante dress limited to a few pieces, and as of last week, only ten pieces were made,” a man said, sitting at the confere
“In three days, a Directors’ event will be happening, and you have received an invitation from Chairman Powell. Are you attending?” Emily asked me, her tone professional as always, while I flipped through a pile of documents.“Yes, he’s someone I must honor. That event will have lots of business CEOs; I have to be there,” I replied, not looking up.This event was an annual gathering for business owners worldwide to connect. Last year, I met a lady who owned a fashion house there. She displayed several designs and brands, and we signed a contract that made me a lot of money.“Well, the dress code is ladies in red and men in black suits,” Emily added.At the party ground, it was an event for big CEOs. Everyone had greeted one another, and the party had started. People were still walking up to each other for business deals, which was the purpose of the event. By about 9 p.m., I had greeted every person I really wanted to connect with. Of course, many used this opportunity to initiate ma
I could faintly hear footsteps and people talking around me, their voices echoing through my muddled mind. I was trying as much as I could not to fall completely unconscious, even though I felt utterly helpless.My dress was taken off, and I was being positioned properly. With a sense of desperation consuming me, I prayed in silence,"Dear moon goddess, please help me, save me."A few minutes later, darkness took over, and I passed out.I felt dizzy when I woke up. Gradually, I recognized that I was in a big room with a huge window and a blossom on the edge of the bed where I lay. This is not what the hotel room I paid for looked like.“my goodness, where is this?” I whispered, panic rising. I noticed I was fully naked.“My goodness, was I assaulted last night?” I muttered, tears already falling from my eyes. I didn’t even know what they had done to me.I looked at the other end of the room and saw tripods and cameras. “What? I was recorded!” I shouted, my voice trembling with shock a
I had been working all week, pouring myself into the production room with designers to meet a crucial client's project deadline. Most days, I left the house very early and came back very late, often working overnight.This relentless schedule meant I hadn't bumped into anyone, and my interactions were limited to quick exchanges at work.My phone beeped, breaking my concentration. Glancing at the screen, I saw a pop-up message: “Our hero saved you from my men, but the next one you’re not going to escape. I assure you, you won’t be saved by anyone.”I flinched, feeling a chill run down my spine. How did they get my private contact? I opened the message to view the sender, but it was tagged as unknown. Panic set in, and I quickly called Rita.“Hey babe, what’s up?” Rita said from the other end, her voice cheerful.“I just sent you a screenshot. I got a threatening message. What should I do?” I asked, my voice trembling.“First, calm down. It's the first time, right? We just have to be m
The message haunted me. The words echoed in my mind: "Our hero saved you from my men, but the next one you’re not going to escape it, I assure you, you won’t be saved by anyone."Who could have done this to me? And who was the hero that saved me? These questions were continually running in my mind and distracting me from my work. I stayed at work at my desk and the usual productivity and noise of the office surrounded me, while inside, I was alone in my worry and despair. Tightly biting my lip, I tried to read the message again, but the light of the computer made me blink.I have actually shared the screenshot with Rita but that was of no consolation as the feeling of the inner worm gnawing at my guts would not go away. My thoughts went through the list of possible culprits. Maybe it was someone from the industry, who saw me do well and they had jealousy in their heart. For years, I had created some influential rivals who did not like my position in the fashion industry.I had been v
I noticed that Owen was very quiet during the time we were heading to school. The regular bubbling with stories of dinosaurs and space adventures was replaced by a silence that looked far too profound for a three-year-old boy.I looked back at him in the rearview mirror, he was attached to the window, his tiny face as blank as the landscape outside seemed to be to him. There was an obvious worry in his mind and I for one felt sad to see him in that state. “What’s up buddy, what's going on in that little head of yours?” I pretended to be excited just to encourage him to open up to me. Owen looked at me, and those large blue beautiful eyes he had were teary and it broke my heart to see it.“It’s nothing, Mother,” he whispered, but I knew there was more than that. “Would you like to speak to your friends today?” I asked him expecting him to open up and tell me something. He shrugged, and I felt my despair deepening. Owen loved school. He loved his friends and his teacher, Ms. Maureen
Moonlight Pack Hannah's POV "Don't touch me, and go wash those dirty hands." I heard my son, Jasper, yelling at Dina, one of the pack maids who was trying to help him with his breakfast. "You don't speak like that to your elders, Son," Landen said, trying to caution him. "Oh, please, Father, she's just my maid." Jasper's response made me laugh out loud from where I stood. I had taught him well. Jasper must always know he is superior to everyone in this pack, except for me and Landen. "What do you mean, Son? Do you realize the maids and guards are also people like us?" Landen tried again, his tone firm but weary. "They were only born into the wrong families," Landen said, looking down at his three-year-old son while he worked on his breakfast. "Yes, we were born to rule; they were born to serve us and bow to us, Father," he responded, putting a little cake in his mouth elegantly, just as he had been taught. "You..." "That's correct, my darling. They were born to s