The doors pulled away with a rigorous buzz sound and Jazzlyn almost shut her eyes, A chill slithered up her spine as she made her way across the aisle between the cells. Her heels clacked along the stained floors as she clenched her beige coat across her shoulders.Slow breathes escaped her lips, oozing out cold air. Who could blame her—winter usually hit early in Northern Chicago. “Here, miss” One of the uniformed guards that accompanied her held out his baton pointedly to a rooted metal table with two chairs on opposite sides and Jazz cleared her throat before taking her seat.You could hear the raging echoes come from above the large halls and occasionally, she would throw her head over her shoulders whilst clutching her purse. She’d watched enough movies to imagine a prison-break scenario. But luckily her mind didn’t wonder for too long because just then, her sister was escorted out.You could see the amount of relief that washed over Holly’s face as she sat into the chair next to
Leonardo spun around in his wheeled chair before he settled his gaze where she laid. A smile crept to the corner of his lips as he reminisced the last night.It was magical, and maybe that was even an understatement.Isabella laid so peacefully across the bed, her head slumped into the pillow and her arms clasping the wide duvet across her slender frame. Her eyes were closed and her hair was a mess and somehow she was still so beautiful.In his hands was the ring he’d kept all this time and Leonardo questioned himself whether or not it was the right time to bring up the fact that he knew. That it was the right time to finally put the lies behind them now that they both knew they loved each other.Rarely did he ever feel this way but it was just how Isabella was.The next second, she slowly parted her eyes, raising her head from the pillow. She yawned and her eyes immediately locked into his dark ones. He let the ring fall back into his drawer, not that she hadn’t seen it before but sh
The metals from his handcuffs clanged against each other the moment he set his hands to the table before him. He had shackles around his ankles as well which made it a lot harder for him to move.It was why when Colton finally took a seat, he heaved from his chapped lips, a breath of relief. Sheriff Steven didn't cut him some slack as their eyes immediately locked with shared hostility. "What do you want from me?" Colton dared to be rude.The only outcome that ever came from that was his face being bashed in, but that was after some altercation with an inmate here. He was barely thriving but he wasn't willing to let go of his tough skin. Stevens leaned forward with a piece of paper in his hands."I want to offer you something" He looked into his red eye and Colton cracked his neck joints by tilting it. "I want to offer you a deal" Stevens continued, barely piquing his attention. "What's the catch?" He croaked."It was a deal that was initially meant for Samantha but if you give us i
There was a rigid knock upon her door and Patricia lifted her gaze from the ice-cream she'd cravingly gorged into since morning. It took all the strength within her to pull herself up from the couch.A few weeks had passed since where we left of, meaning Patricia was already months into her pregnancy and since her stomach already began to come out, she'd spent most of her days indoors with Elena.She sauntered towards her front door, looking through her peep-hole and then her lips slowly parted. She hefted the handle and pulled the door apart to face her—"Father!" Came a surprising tone in her voice and Elena walked into the living room, abandoning her kitchen mittens to embrace her husband. With his arms around her, Gregory didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes the moment he saw his plump daughter with her hands atop her stomach."Patricia" He barely acknowledged her presence before brushing past her shoulders with his suitcase in his hands. Elena placed a kiss across his cheeks
"I need you to put it on."His voice was laced in a certain level of hoarseness and a deeper baritone while Isabella brought her shock-stricken gaze to rest upon what he held in his hands. A shaky breath escaped her lips, seeing the ring she'd left that night of seven years ago.Leonardo placed to the desk and tears stung the back of her eyes. He knew, how long had he know—she thought. Her mind raced with a million thoughts as she took a step back. He pushed. a hard lump down his throat, seeing how much recognition dawned in her amber eyes.With her pupils dilated, Isabella froze looking back and forth, him and the concrete evidence and she knew in that moment that this changes everything."Leonardo" Came a tone barely recognizable from her. It had a vicious crack inside of it and she reached out to his hands. "I can explain—" He forcibly turned his gaze away from her before drawing his hands away.Some part of him doubted that it was not true these past few days, and that even though
There's a popular saying that all things happen for a reason—it could easily be the most beautiful thing to say to someone or the most outrageous, heartless and gut-wrenching words to those that grieve.Loss is inevitable, that much we know.But it doesn't soothe the wounds any better, words like that just tend to dig into it further because once it marinates, you tend to question literally everything. Because in the worst of times, what really was the reason.Elena cleared her throat with the metal cutleries in her hands and occasionally, she lifted her face to gaze into Gregory's. A smile would light up his face for a second or two before a deafening silence would ensue not long after.Her daughter's kept ringing in her ears—"My whole life, father never changed. What makes you think that he's ready to do now" Siting in that chair, Elena wore a benefit of the doubt beneath her lavish lavender evening dress. But sometimes we trust the wrong people at the his words, Gregory seemed to
With a resounding yell, Joan tossed all his belongings to the corridor in a distant heap and she saw them through hazy eyes. Clutching around her hands, a tear fell down her eyes and she sniffled through her crimson-tipped nose.She had spent the rest of the night reeling in what seemed to be a break up with Ivan. But why did it hurt so much even if they weren't together—even if they didn't belong to each other. Joan felt heartbroken coming home to see his stormy grey cardigan and his headsets which she'd acquired from him.He was everywhere in her apartment even when he wasn't here.She could scent his thick cologne and taste him, and he had things at every post and corner which all sort of became clear now that they were over—everything including his toothbrush she had dumped by her door for when he would come back for them.And after thoroughly ravaging her entire drawers and closet until she was sure that every shredded reminder of him was gone, Joan closed her to lean against it.
Not a lot of men can give you an orgasm.But with Daniel Sanderson, it just came easy. A woman's disappointment, they say can be another's blessing. And in all the darkness and the strife, Jazzlyn had somehow managed to cling unto hers.She found Daniel—the one who was once smitten by her step-sister but also the one wrapped around in her arms that very moment. Lying in the bed with a steamy air sizzling up her nose, she exhaled because amidst every tumultuous thing that was going on, somehow he had clawed his way into her heart, somehow he was her most treasured peace. And it made Daniel question whatever he fell for in Isabella anyway and Jazzlyn, whether or not this one would last this time."That was good" Came a feeble whisper from her lips as her hands circled around the moist hair on his chest. He threw her a lingering sensual gaze from above whilst his chin rested into her lustrous hair. She held around the duvet across her chest but Jazzlyn held around Daniel tighter. "Yes