Preparations that have gone so far, nurturing hope for those who have struggled, against the nature of the clause—some are covered in blood, some are nurturing pus to the point of kneeling, scratching just to be happy.
In simple terms, fate has measured the extent of one's survival by creating two crazy elements between transit and separation ... when choosing one, others will call it selfishness. However, when choosing both, there are not a few who say it is hardship. Like today, exactly one month after the promise Rose made. She was going to present a sweet surprise to her friend, after experiencing the Oracle's rejection. Rose had succeeded. Now the boy was ready. More than ready when he heard the news of being picked up. Even now he was standing a few meters from the doorway, facing straight out. The smiling face with its impatient look really made Rose look like a lucky human being who was presented with a beautif"Rose, thank you again. I don't know what my life would be like without your help." Bridgette hugged tightly the body of the beautiful woman, who was currently returning her warmth. "You're welcome," Rose whispered as she gently rubbed up and down Bridgette's shoulders. "Tell me, in what way should I repay your kindness?" Not only Xelle, Bridgette also could not help but make sure her voice sounded so bitter. She couldn't bear to take Oracle from Rose. But what to do? Bridgette had no choice. If she left Oracle with Rose, the child would lose a complete family figure. Bridgette also didn't want to drive Xelle and Oracle apart again, as she had done in the past-hiding Oracle's true identity, causing great conflict between her and the man who was now her husband. Bridgette had separated father and son since Oracle was still in the womb. She didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past. And if tru
Come. Save me, before I fall too far. ________________________ After a long silence behind the door of Rose's room, waiting for the farewell presented in front of him to completely disperse. Theo stepped out swiftly to fill the silence, following the whereabouts of someone who was now submerged by the body of the sofa. Theo thinned his lips, his fingers tightening on the headrest of the sofa where Rose had her back. The gray gaze that had been aiming at Rose sharply, turned shady as he witnessed for himself how that frail body curled up, holding back grief with a half-empty gaze—completely unaware of his presence behind. "Oracle." The murmur was unconsciously racing to make Theo realize something. Rose looked more like alabaster, which had to be treated well or it would break into pieces. Theo's exhale aired softly. Without saying anything he straightene
Theo lifted her face. His touch moved upward, getting closer until it touched the collar of the shirt that hung perfectly around Rose's neck. He murmured in satisfaction, managing to slip the fabric that hid that beautiful body to be freely exposed. "So sexy." Theo focused his gaze on one point. The sculpture he had been longing for really made his unable to look away. He looked down again, wanting to savor the skin of the chest that was puffed forward. "Pervert!" "Get off me!" Rose pushed, pushing away Theo's face that was so close. The thirsty gaze that the man was showing really made Rose lose her mind. They had just met, and Theo already wanted to touch her. What was that man thinking! "I'm not wrong. You are indeed a perverted version of Oracle. Very perverted! Not even worthy of being considered an Oracle." This time Rose pulled the soft black hair bac
Are you here for me at all? ________________________ "I told you not to pay that debt, but you still did!" Rose twisted Theo's body as the men who were not expected to be there left, leaving them glaring and pointing at each other. A heartfelt atmosphere was burning wildly between them. One particularly peaceful face seemed to freeze, staring at Rose with a soulless gloom. Rose moved backwards as step by step, the human who often changed his attitude for no reason approached. It continued like that until Rose's body jerked against the wall behind her quite hard. Rose could not say anything, when she felt a hand brush her hair back. The face was indeed too cold, but the touch was the complete opposite-so gentle and careful. "Several days ago, I was so mad at you. No, not only you gave me back my money without my permission." "But I felt that you insult
"You're beating really hard." Suddenly Rose's sentence made their bodies separate. Theo who chose to be far away with a mischievous look. He looked dark with an unfocused gaze. Again and again like that, until he blinked back into serious mode. "Thumping how, it's also called human, if it's not thumping it's called vampire," Theo said, stepping towards the sofa to avoid Rose's gaze. "If you'd told me from the start they'd hurt you, I might have done something," Theo continued to change the subject. Taking the platinum card from the nightstand and breaking it in half. He had seen how Bridgette had given it to Rose. Just waiting for the right time to break a high-end card that had changed hands. "Why did you do that!" Rose moved quickly to catch up with Theo. Staring wide-eyed at the perfection separated into two halves. "You don't need that anymo
"Just melting chocolate, not iron. What's taking so long, Lion?" The impatient tone repeatedly broke the concentration of the man who was busy stirring and pressing the pile of chocolate bars that were being transferred over the boiling water. There were 10 bars that had been crushed into pieces to facilitate Lion's activities. He needed some more time to wait until the chocolate was completely melted so that it could be served. Earlier, before finally being in the kitchen. Lion had a sudden call that he had to accept without argument. Go find any food that smelled of chocolate in large quantities. This wasn't the only time he had gotten such an absurd order, because the extraordinary strangeness encountered lately had really confused him. Several times it had happened, one of which was the other day and it took place in the middle of the night. Lion was asked to go looking for food that was almost never available at a 24-
"Fuck!" swore Theo irritably. He jerked the bowl that was the subject of the struggle with force. It fell apart, spilling its contents all over the floor. Everyone else was silent, except for a ragged intake of breath. Rose looked up, watching Theo's shoulders which now seemed to rise and fall irregularly. There was disappointment glowing in the eyes that were staring at her wordlessly. How would Theo like to taste melted chocolate that was no longer fit for consumption, Rose asked herself. She could only watch with half-open lips-not able to utter a word as the sturdy body turned around, stepping away from the chaotic room. Who would be responsible for everything that had happened? "Master seems to be upset, Miss, still persuadable. If he was really angry, he would have exploded." The voice from the side drew Rose's attention to look away, she noticed Lion's movement g
"Keep going, Rose." Moans of pleasure continue to race with the fast-paced union. Up and down pressure, to tightening and loosening reactions create a tingling sensation in the person making love. The big fingers grabbed the challenging peaks of the breasts, twisting them together while the woman was still moving wildly. "Ah." A sigh roared freely from the luscious lips that looked so tempting when her man's big hands squeezed her firmly. "Hold on." The union of the two continued to get rougher. The man on the bottom, jerking off the sexy body that always satisfies him on the bed. The more he moves violently, the closer the strange caresses him to the clouds. "Come out together." "Oh. Rose." His throbbing stifled as the delicious spurts lubricated the flesh inside her. Their bre
There was no response whatsoever, other than that handsome face sinking further into the folds of the arms. Rose didn't want to think her husband was exactly like a little boy hiding something from her. Theo was avoiding being stared at, that much was obvious and Rose's suspicion grew more and more certain as she herself struggled to pull Theo up simply to reposition him to face forward. Rose's long breath rushed into the air. For a moment she thought of looking down to whisper something. However, the words she had composed in her mind vanished as soon as she found a box nestled deep under the bed. It was completely familiar to Rose. She reached out to touch the object. It should have been a matter of pulling out when Rose's fingertips reached one of the corners of the square box, but instead Rose's action was restrained by Theo who brushed her off and as if on purpose, one of Theo's pushes made the box jut away from their position. Rose growled in anger—suppressed b
'Miss, Travis says Mr. T has calmed down.' Rose recalled one of Lion's statements that ended up getting her back into the car. They traveled towards Theo's mansion, and along the stretch of rocks they passed Rose's gaze was only drawn to the movement of the trees that seemed to be following her. And just like that, Rose felt that the last conversation with Verasco was still looming in her mind. They were not finished yet, but Rose believed she had given Verasco a small leverage. A stare. The meaning of the tightened jaw. It was all Rose's belief that Verasco would not have given her an option if it was true that the man did not believe. Or actually because such things were still related to her father. For some reason Rose felt foolish in making a choice. It was a moment—a tense moment—she had to give up one, while her heart begged to have both. "You're right. I know Theo too. My husband has his reasons for not coming to you." Rose replied as Verasco's hose shooed
"Mr. Verasco also just arrived." Rose confirmed Lion's mutterings from the side. She stopped the car—turning for a moment to the man who had just stuffed his cell phone into his pants pocket. Rose guessed that Lion was sending a message to his man according to what Rose had said. She quickly got out after Verasco like a king who was greeted with respect. "Wait," Rose hesitated—not knowing what to call it. Rose swallowed harshly as Verasco waited at the end of the steps. Those eyes were sharp as if they wanted to skin her mercilessly. "I don't think I've invited a prostitute into the grounds of my mansion." Such a cynical greeting didn't hurt Rose any more than having to imagine Theo's anger which was probably still very much on fire. "What are you doing here? Changed your mind and want to sell your body?" "I'm no longer interested." The image of Rose's face kept reminding Verasco that the blood running through that body was O'Douglas' bloodlin
It was too painful when the man had left her existence. Going far away. Untouchable. And Rose was sure that the more the sturdy shoulders were built up, the more the recently demolished skeleton would be forced to collapse. Exactly Verasco's statement. Callous phrases spoken in such a cruel way that they had a profound effect on Theo and took away whatever form they took, which was even the same thing—Rose had to watch her husband build a high wall. She hasn't tried to reach it yet, but knows it won't be easy. Rose couldn't drag Theo by the arm like she had in the past and whisper soft words. Inviting her husband into the room, then Theo would say yes. None of that was easy. Not when Rose's decision was too late to make. Theo was already making his way down to the top floor in the left wing. What could Rose do as the door thudded loudly, bouncing off the mansion's skylights. Rose had never even so much as focused her mind on the highest point of the building's structure, which
Underneath the hiding place Rose's heart pounded violently. She couldn't understand how Theo could be so calm, while the man's heartbeat was Rose listening. She was a little jealous of Theo's skill in dealing with a tense situation. Verasco's presence was nerve—wracking when Rose thought she and Theo should be sharing their closeness in the presence of the man who had strictly forbidden their relationship. "What is this asshole doing?" "He's hacking into something?" There was a pause after Verasco's question aired freely. Rose hoped that Lion—who was probably still accompanying the middle-aged man—could give a plausible reason without being dishonest. It was dangerous if Verasco knew the truth about what Theo was doing secretly. "Yes, sir. Mr. T is indeed having a drop." Woe be to Lion. Rose could barely keep herself from swearing harshly. Lion was too... honest. "Hacking what?" "That I don't know, sir. You can probably ask Mr. T directly la
Waking up under the warm, soothing gaze of her husband's eyes seemed to lead Rose astray into the gray beads and thick fur that seduced her defenses. She closed her eyes again and nuzzled the surface of Theo's chest more closely. Inhaling the masculine scent that never faded a bit until the only thing Rose couldn't escape was that intoxicating fragrance. Rose deepened the sweep of her face in search of the most comfortable position, at least until Theo embraced her with his arms, but he did not. Theo gently grasped her dark brown hair, which felt just right as the man's large fingers sank between strands and then rubbed the back of Rose's head lightly. "Still sleepy, Sugar?" Theo's baritone voice was crisp as if the man had been preparing for a long time to ask her just one question. Rose pulled herself up onto Theo's body. Let her husband lower his head slightly, and she would look up to start the conversation. "You've been up since earlier?" That swee
Rose woke up amidst the silence passing through her body. She scanned the perimeter of the living room still sharing the same oxygen and other things that wouldn't change. Including her husband—Theo on the side sitting back with his beady eyes closed so calmly, as if unaffected by the slightest movement from Rose who had just removed the arm band around that solid and firm body. She didn't know the last time Theo had immersed himself in the deep sea between them. Rose only remembers the little part of her that couldn't hold on any longer, then fell asleep clinging to Theo's body. While her husband was busy drumming on the keys of the keyboard, occasionally rubbing the top of Rose's head–offering a nod to the drowsiness and heaviness in her eyes. Rose's gaze shifted momentarily to an object on Theo's lap. It looked like Theo's coding work had been completed. A horizontal green line almost a quarter full filled the empty box lengthwise on the monitor screen. Then Rose as
"You brought Esme out of the cage to meet Mr. Zever, Miss?" Lion's one swift question seemed to intimidate Rose that she had just made a big mistake. While twisting the lid of the jar of snacks that had just been removed from a whole plastic packet, Rose deliberately did not let her gaze linger on Lion for long. Neither did she deny the accusation based on the 'truth'. It was Rose, and she had no intention of simply wishing for time to turn back to fix her empty knowledge. If Rose hadn't brought Esmeralda to the main room and sent Zever into a tizzy. Maybe she wouldn't have been hounded by her own thoughts about Theo waiting in the living room and her accompanying her husband on the hack. Last time Rose had told her everything. All about the problems they had to face together. And just like that—there wasn't much of a response from Rose after she ended her long string of sentences. Theo was silent, but Rose was sure he had processed all the information well.
"Can you, Theo?" repeated Rose. Without specifying an answer she wanted to understand what Theo was thinking. Theo's silence was like ice until the atmosphere in the room changed. "Theo ...." "We can't predict what problems will happen in the future." "Yes, I'll try not to put you in any danger. But I can't promise." "I'm talking about you. Not me." To not put her in danger. Rose didn't think that was what she meant. "I know. I can take good care of myself." "But you didn't even dodge when I shot you." Rose parted the blanket between them. Her gaze fell to where she had fired hot lead at Theo. Already back to full skin, the scars were invisible—perhaps Travis had given them an elixir. Some of the wounds on Theo's body weren't as gruesome, except for the part where the shredded wound merged with a fold of flesh. "I didn't dodge, because I knew you weren't a danger to me." "It just looks that way, doesn't it? In fact, I put m