Three weeks of letting ego triumph over longing was like forcing Theo to fall to the bottom of a cliff-there were so many bushes wrapped around him that he couldn't fight back.
Theo sat motionless in front of his laptop. Day after day, he could only monitor Rose's movements from the hacked CCTV. The soundless video presented in front of him, sometimes haunted Theo to do one thing - go and meet her, even though it never happened. He still waited for Rose to call him, just to hear the tenderness that had become his addiction. Still waiting, no matter how easy it was for him to hack into Rose's cell phone, just to water a little bit of the dryness in his heart. Still faithfully waiting, no matter if his patience was fruitless. The woman who was so expected never lived up to expectations. Everything was beyond reason. Supposedly, having come this far, what else did Theo hold on to from hisPreparations 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
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one
"Miscarriage... again, Rose?" Theo's question was full of disappointment. Not wanting to get carried away made Rose immediately tighten her embrace, but it seemed like Theo had the full power to separate himself from her reach. The ash gaze was sharp, demanding Rose without a word being spoken. She didn't know what Theo was thinking as he silently stared at her. Rose hesitated, not brave enough to cup the hard clenching of her jaw. Was Theo angry? Was Theo going to lay the blame on her? Rose was still wondering... her lips slowly moved to say something. "Theo—" Rose's words were stuck in the back of her throat. She was staring at the eyes that were repeatedly blinking. Theo hissed like he was suppressing something. Theo's gaze changed frequently. One moment Rose seemed to find Zever there. Soon she knew Theo was playing his part. "Theo." Rose called softly. Hoping Theo would survive, then be lost by Zever's lingering presence. At first Rose was s
Sugar. A special call from one person for her. Rose blinked quickly just to fully digest the chaotic situation a few moments ago if Theo was really back. Breaking away slightly Rose scrutinized the ash bead deeply. There was another flash that set Zever and Theo's ways apart when the two men locked eyes. Theo was with her, and instantly the euphoria in Rose's chest exploded. She'd been waiting for moments like this, never letting go of the man she'd been with a second time. "You've gone too far!" said Rose almost inaudibly. She rushed in and hugged Theo tightly. Truly venting all the pent-up feelings that had almost perforated Rose's madness. What could Theo say now to calm Rose down. The hollow of Theo's neck became the target of Rose's longing—0sniffing activities, even though since yesterday she had met the same body. "You make me claustrophobic, Sugar." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly, but those arms also wrapped warmly around Rose's small b
It was quiet there without the usual Lion feeding the husky. Rose's steps came to a halt just as Esmeralda howled and yipped in greeting from inside the cage. For a moment Rose examined the small bowl in the corner. It looked like she'd made a mistake, because the feed was scattered from Esmeralda's meal. "Your Papa Lion just left, huh?" asked Rose, unlocking the cage and letting Esmeralda out. "Come here, Esme. I'll take you to meet your new husband." It wasn't hard for Rose to lead the husky to the main room. When she opened the door, Zever just happened to come out from behind the door. The towel wrapped around the man's hips was sexy with beads running down the surface of his chest, creeping up to the base of his stomach and disappearing behind the absorbent fabric. Rose's smile was briefly directed at Zever. She was paying too much attention to Esmeralda's portion of the reaction to realize Zever was having a panic attack, which brings on intense fear or anxie
Rose winced, wanting to stretch her entire spine. Her movements were restrained by the known position of resting one's face on the top of one's chest. Last night they hadn't slept like that, but Rose didn't want to worry about how the density of her and the man's little snores could be so perfect for each other. Rose slowly looked up to trace her husband's closed face. She wanted to guess who she might be addressing if those gray eyes were open. Would it be Theo, or Zever .... Rose wished Theo would show up, at least there were still many problems they had to solve together. Between the misunderstanding, which probably still made Theo think the man had killed her parents. And about tattoos to some empty puzzles that must be put together. Only Theo, because Rose was sure Zever had her doubts about him until the truth was that Zever didn't know anything about all the conflicts during Theo's takeover. Rose's fingers played carelessly over the surface of the chest stu
"Is he asleep?" muttered Rose as she entered the room, only to find Zever curled up on his side of the bed. Carefully Rose padded then crawled slowly upstairs. Approaching her husband who was either asleep or not. As Rose remembered Zever wearing thick and long clothes, her forehead knitted in wonder as the blanket was realized to be wrapped almost completely around the man's body. Rose also positioned herself sideways with one arm for support. Gradually her fingers reached out to touch Zever's forehead to make sure the man beside her was at a normal temperature. And it seemed that Zever was indeed fine, or Rose should have made sure that the man was shirtless. It wasn't Theo's habit to sleep without a single thread covering his upper body. Rose's short sigh brought the thick fabric halfway down Zever's legs. Her husband's clothes were intact. Perhaps it was one of Theo's contradictory forms. Rose really had to hold herself still. Her attention was suddenl