"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
― Anais Nin
The deep voice of the stranger was the first and only thing that greeted her long before her eyelids, which had remained drooping for up to ten hours up until now, pushed open.
"Is it possible that you finally woke up, Miss. Lightwood?" His dark blue eyes, which were raging like a windy day's sky, met hers and her heart skipped a beat.<
I am Back!!!!!
It had been a long time since he last saw her, now that he finally glimpsed a sight of her after three years full of anguish and hatred, he couldn't seem to realize whether this feelings that were flooding against his spine and heart were in fact out of longing for her, or out of pure rage. "Hello , Miss. Lightwood, it is an honor to meet you, I am your new assistant, Dean Edgar." He spoke as if nothing had happened just a few seconds ago, or more clearly as if he didn't just ignore his duty towards the new boss on the first day of her arrival, and that he didn't even welcome her as he was supposed to.. She flashed a little smile at him, returning his fake smile, but without raising her hand towards him to shake hands like she has done with the rest of the staff. "It is all my honor, Mr. Edgar, I hope we will work in harmony together for the sake of this branch." Her words descended on him like a thunderbolt, causing him to lose control of his fake smile and
CHAPTER ONETWO YEARS LATER ~The employees chattered loudly while they enthusiastically awaited the arrival of their new boss. They were very thrilled to meet this new female boss as the rumor has it that the new CEO of this small branch of TO International is in fact the daughter of the former chief executive officer of the company, which meant that the company will finally take care of this small branch and increase its production rate, which simply meant: more money and better salaries.The employees heard the sound of the elevator moving towards them, approaching like a hawk, and their heartbeat began to race as they hit the culmination point of their enthusiasm, and fear for their future. For, this either meant a better future or a worse one. There was nothing in between, and they knew it.
Joe handed him a bottle of water in silence, and Dean whispered, "Thank you," as he could barely speak, and then began to open the bottle by removing the plastic cap.John laughed at his friend's reaction, "Now the truth is crystal clear, for me at least, didn't everyone, back then, think you had a big ass crush on her?!""No, I never liked her, she was never my type, we were just friends," staring blankly, he wiped over his mouth with a white napkin.John rolled his eyes "Obviously, you forgot the first time you met her and how you reacted. However, I didn't forget, and I am here, so alive, to share my knowledge," He laughed at his own words before facing Joe and saying," Oh Joe, damn it man, if only you were back then with us to witness him shit himself! Just remembering that day makes me shudder with laughter!" He took a deep pause then declared, "Thinking about it now, I find your reaction at that time was kind of close to your reaction today, did you fall i
The first day of work has come after the weekend, and Dean still couldn't believe that she had the nerve enough to show up in front of him again. After all she has done. To him. He had expected, or maybe hoped, that she would not deal with him much because of the past between them, but, much to his dismay, she called on him whenever the opportunity allowed her. She did not have a driving licence, so she couldn't drive and hence it became one of his duties as her assistant to relocate her from her apartment to the company and vice versa, which meant that he was literally forced to see her face from the beginning of his day at work to Its end. As for Norma, she was trying to make sure that she did not make any mistakes in order to save the image of her family's company. She was only here to work hard and make the branch thrive, so she asked for help as much as was possible. But Dean didn't see it that way. All he saw was that she was using any opportunity available to her to summon h
Those words descended like a thunderbolt on her. She felt a pang of pain in her heart... She felt extremely insulted and humiliated. How could he!Ignoring her reaction completely, he looked at his watch and said, "Get ready, she will be here in at least half an hour." Once he got out of the room, she quickly went to the bathroom and, to calm her angry state, she took off her clothes and got under the hot bathtub.. Nothing calmed one's nerves but a hot bath, that's for sure!She knew he was unforgiving and that neither tears, nor reproaches, nor bitter scorn could avail to carry her point, for she tried them all, even to violent hysterics. If he said she has to go, even as his whore, then that's what is going to happen.She kept thinking over and over again about what he said. Since she came here three months ago, he never introduced her to anyone, or told, or at least hinted to anyone that they were married. For all she knew, she might as well have ceased existence in this new city,
Your cold eyes confuse me, and make me shudder with want I do not recognize. The sound of your whispers and your breath when it runs down my neck is enough to make me obsessed with sinful fantasies. I didn't want you, at first, but you became a part of me and your very details grew to become my bliss. I love your cold cruelty and your majesty when you are fighting yourself, when you're hot and cold. I love having your head on my lap, and your charcoal hair strands between my fingers to stroke and play with. I love motherting you, but I love loving you even more. You entered my life like a roaring hell and you forced me into your realm of evil, if only you knew how much I love your confessions that confuse me-- the confessions that you whisper to me when there is only us, when you're all bare to me, body and soul."As the heir to a family dynasty, Joe knows the rumors swirling around him. However, the truth is even darker. Years ago he chose to run away from everything, from the fact th
him come morning.She was crazy in love. Then again, when was love sensible? Love was the most important thing on earth that didn't make any sense.. It burned you, and inflamed you, and then made you whine saying it's cold.Who can escape from the threads of fate? Who can escape from the destruction of blind love?She knew that engaging in one sided relationship was like walking on mined land. Playing with death. But she would walk barefoot on that same mined land to get to him every time, hoping that at the end of the way, she would reach him without being completely destroyed.Therefore, she did not hesitate to tame her traitorous heart and to look at her father in the eyes with a calm look, hiding behind her deep love and a trembling soul, as She said:"But, father, he does not know me.... I live in one half of the world and he lives in the other... How is this marriage going to work out?"Jack understood her question and her doubt about it, so he with the same tone, explaining his
Your innocent face that you represent to John, I'm the one who will expose him so that he can see you for who you really are."Akira kept her cool, replying sarcastically:"I'm everything with Jungkook except innocent."Roselle spread her hands over her chest.And has he ever seen the video?Akira's features froze and her saliva dried up upon hearing her words.Which video are you talking about? Her brain traveled directly to her pornographic position, until she returned her eyes, which drifted away towards Roselle's face, who added:"Seeing you torturing that boy must change his way of looking at you."Akira finally got rid of her freeze and sighed, without Roselle noticing."The video is in my possession, my dear."Roselle furrowed her eyebrows, and Akira added, surprised."Doesn't you feel overly childish? Doesn't that bother you yourself?"Roselle did not answer her, only muttered inaudible words and turned to leave the palace completely, very upset.Akira watched her back leaving,
CHAPTER NINE“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of FireTouching the piece of glass in front of her, Valentina couldn't remember the last time she looked at herself in the mirror. She could not tell if she still recognized the person looking back at her from the looking-glass. After dressing up and applying make up, she tried to look back again in the mirror. However, whenever she tried to smile at her reflection: the smile would not reach her cloudy hazel eyes, for she could not even recognize the woman in front of her. The Semi-naked clothes, which had costed thousand of dollars (because you buy the name of the brand and not the clothes), the heavy makeup that did not accentuate her features but rather gave her a new fake face, and finally the artificial height increase which an expensive heels gave to her and also which made no sense since it would only take two steps before her feet would be lit
Then Jerrie looked upon him as madder than Arthur himself, and talked so rapidly and argued so well that he consented at last to keep his own counsel, for the present at least, unless the shadow still haunted him, in which case he must tell as an act of contrition or penance."He will think the photograph came with the other papers in the bag," Jerrie said, as she again kissed the sweet face, which looked so much like life that it was hard[Pg 399] to think there was not real love and tenderness in the eyes which looked into hers so steadfastly.It was the hardest to forgive the letter hidden so long, and Jerrie did feel a pang of resentment, or something like it, as she took it in her hand and thought of the day when Arthur had confided it to her, saying he could trust her when he could not another. And she had trusted Frank, who had not been true to her trust, and here, after the lapse of years, was the letter, with its singular superscription covering the whole side, and its seal un
"Mr. Moreland bought it. Wasn't he kind?" said Jenny, who all the evening had been trying for a chance to thank George, but now when she attempted to do so he prevented her by saying, "Oh don't—don't—I can imagine all you wish to say, and I hate to be thanked. Rose and I are particular friends, and it afforded me a great deal of pleasure to purchase it for her—but," he added, glancing at his watch, "I must be excused now, as I promised to call upon my ward.""Who's that?" asked Jenny, and George replied that it was a Miss Herndon, who had accompanied him from New Orleans to visit her aunt, Mrs. Russell."He says she's an heiress, and very beautiful," rejoined Ida, seating herself at the piano.Instantly catching at the words "heiress" and "beautiful," Henry started up, asking "if it would be against all the rules of propriety for him to call upon her thus early.""I think it would," was George's brief answer, while Mary's eyes flashed scornfully upon the young man, who, rather crestfa
But alas for the delusion! The morrow brought no improvement, neither the next day, nor the next, and as the world grew dim there crept into her heart a sense of utter desolation which neither the tender love of Maude Glendower nor yet the untiring devotion of Louis could in any degree dispel. All day would she sit opposite the window, her eyes fixed on the light with a longing, eager gaze, as if she feared that the next moment it might leave her forever. Whatever he could do for her Louis did, going to her room each morning and arranging her dress and hair just as he knew she used to wear it. She would not suffer anyone else to do this for her, and in performing these little offices Louis felt that he was only repaying her in part for all she had done for him.Christmas Eve came at last, and if she thought of what was once to have been on the morrow, she gave no outward token, and with her accustomed smile bade the family good-night. The next morning Louis went often to her door, and
The sunlight of a bright Christmas morning had hardly dawned upon the earth, when from many a planter’s home in the sunny south was heard the joyful cry of “Christmas Gift,” “Christmas Gift,” as the negroes ran over and against each other, hiding ofttimes, until some one came within hailing distance, when their loud “Christmas Gift” would make all echo again. On this occasion, every servant at Maple Grove was remembered, for Anna and ’Lena had worked both early and late in preparing some little present, and feeling amply compensated for their trouble, when they saw how much happiness it gave. Mabel, too, while she stayed, had lent a helping hand, and many a blessing was that morning invoked upon her head from the hearts made glad by her generous gifts. Carrie, when asked to join them, had turned scornfully away, saying “she’d plenty to do, without working for niggers; who could not appreciate it.”So all her leisure hours were spent in embroidering a fine cambric handkerchief, intende
Yes, Rice Corner! Do you think it a queer name? Well, Rice Corner was a queer place, and deserved a queer name. Now whether it is celebrated for anything in particular, I really can't at this moment think, unless, indeed, it is famed for having been my birthplace! Whether this of itself is sufficient to immortalize a place future generations may, perhaps, tell, but I have some misgivings whether the present will. This idea may be the result of my having recently received sundry knocks over the knuckles in the shape of criticisms.But I know one thing—on the bark of that old chestnut tree which stands near Rice Corner schoolhouse, my name is cut higher than some of my more bulky contemporary quill—or rather steel—pen-wielders ever dared to climb. To be sure, I tore my dress, scratched my face, and committed numerous other little rompish miss-demeanors, which procured for me a motherly scolding. That, however, was of minor consideration when compared with having my name up—in the chestn
THE cottage in the lane was not very pretentious, and all its rooms were small and low and upon the ground floor, except the one which Jerrie had occupied since she had grown too large for the crib by Mrs. Crawford's bed. In this room, in which there was but one window, Jerrie kept all her possessions—her playthings and her books, and the trunk and carpet-bag which had been found with her. Here she had cut off her hair and slept on the floor, to see how it would seem, and here she had enacted many a play, in which the scenes and characters were all of the past. For the cold in winter she did not care at all, and when in summer the nights were close and hot, she drew her little bed to the open window and fell asleep while thinking how warm she was. That she ought to have a better room never occurred to her, and never had she found a word of fault or repined at her humble surroundings, so different from those of her girl friends. Only, as she grew taller, she had sometimes laughingly sa
Julia's first exclamation, on waking the next morning, was, "I am glad I am not expected to go home with uncle today, and see father make a precious fool of himself, as he surely will.""How can you say so, Julia?" answered Fanny. "I wish I was going, for I think I could smooth father down a little if he got to using too strong language.""Nonsense, Fan," said Julia. "Why don't you confess that you wish to go because that handsome Cameron is going? Didn't I see how much he looked at you, and how you blushed, too? But no matter. I would get him, if I were you!"Julia was getting very generous, now that she thought herself sure of Dr. Lacey. Further remark from her, however, was prevented by the ringing of the breakfast bell."What shall I tell your parents?" said Mr. Middleton to his nieces, as he stood in the hall, waiting for the driver to open the carriage door and let down the steps.Julia made no reply, but Fanny said, "Give them my love, and tell them I am getting better every da
The blacks were outside the house, and the whites inside, when Jake drove his shay to the door, and the Rev. Mr. Mason alighted, wiping the sweat from his face and looking around with a good deal of curiosity. A mulatto boy came forward to take charge of the mule, and Jake ushered the minister into the room where the coffin stood, and where were the four men he had asked to be bearers."I s'pose I'd or'ter of had six," he said in a whisper; "but she's so light, four can tote her easy, an' they's all very 'spectable. No low-downs. I means everything shall be fust-class."Wrapped in shawls, with her head nodding up and down, old Mrs. Harris sat, more deaf and more like a dried mummy than she had been on the occasion of the stranger's visit. Jake had bought her an ear trumpet, but she seldom used it, unless compelled by Mandy Ann, who now sat near her with the little girl who, at sight of Jake, started to meet him. But, Mandy Ann held her back and whispered, "Can't you done 'have yerself