Perfect, just perfect. I found myself clutching the hem of my dress to stop myself from screaming, while a fake smile was plastered on my lips. The ringing in my ears stopped me from hearing what she was saying, but from the movement of her lips, I could tell she was still talking. "...so, that is
ASHER Never. Not in a million years had I thought I would ever find myself weeping at the feet of a woman, but if Sophia was going to be soft enough to tell me the truth, I was going to have to play all my cards right. I held on to her right leg and pressed my forehead on to her toes. "Please, So
SOPHIAAs Asher banged the door behind him, a scowl stole its way across my cheeks, causing my brows to furrow and my heart to sink into the pit of my stomach. I struggled to look around, and like a corpse, I strolled to the bed and collapsed into the dainty mattress. The soft feathers engulfed me
ASHER "I...Ivan?" Both my ears stood at alert once I heard her voice. I pressed my hands against the top of my desk and rose to my feet. Adeline also seemed pressed, even shocked that the person she had been speaking about was right behind us, but she did almost nothing to show it. "Someone's the
He would never do that. He did not have any reason to, right? My jaw hardened. All the thinking was getting on my last nerves. "Yes! Yes! Of course. The visit totally skipped my mind. " Ivan replied. After a few seconds of silence, a nervous chuckle followed. "I was going to mention it to you, As
SOPHIA I tilted my head to watch him walk away from me. He slid his hands into the side pockets of his suit trousers and made gentle strides down the stairs. My heart squeezed in my chest. How long was I supposed to endure this? How long was I going to keep letting him walk away? Was I supposed t
"Tell me the goddamn truth for once in your life, because heaven knows I am sick and tired of all the lies. Tell me, Asher. Why do you hate me so much?" "Because it's easier, okay?!" When he yelled, I found myself taking two steps backwards. The lines of his arteries that popped up against his ski
AUTHOR Reed Borne - as he liked to call himself - the only legitimate son of Hera Borne, older sister to the late king Gunter Morris, and the son of a drug addict, a failure for a father. He reclined into the sofa as he stared out of his room balcony. Another puff of smoke escaped his nostrils and