"Care to EXPLAIN what's going on?"
Halton heaved the longest sigh, he needed time to manoeuvre convincing lies, but her eyes could search through his soul like a radar.
"First, stop looking at me like you wanna murder me in my sleep," Halton cried. Her sombre appearance intensified even more.
"That's just how my face works right now, get to the point," She grumbled.
"Where should I start?"
"Did you alter the will?" She asked. She knew that won't be possible for Halton because of his dyslexia. Halton couldn't read or write for that reason. And even if he did alter it, it should have been with the assistance of someone else who could.
"I could never do that," Halton responded, making a hurt expression.
"Then why didn't Ernest Brown mention about the proposal?" She asked. She knew the family lawyer for the longest time. He wasn't the kind to bite the hand that fed him.
"I begged Ernest bro
"This is the bastard I was talking about," Alexandra sexily susurrated into Jonathan's ear. He shifted to the man who was held back by his men. "You did this on purpose," Jonathan murmured while trying to read her eyes. She had a cunning smirk, like that of a Cheshire chat. She was going to get away from his lap but she was held in place by his strong arms. Alexandra's face almost grimaced but regained her facade. She veered her attention to Kyle. "Oh, cousin dearest! We were having a heated session here but of course, you had to show up to interrupt us." Alexandra mocked with her caustic eyes. Kyle pulled himself away from the guards and barged inside the door, knocking things off the table. Kyle's bloodshot eye
"So beautiful..."A cold touch caressed her cheek. She frowned and opened her eyes to see those dark orbs piercing right into her light ones. The hand caressed her face like the coldest winter."So pristine..."Hearing the frighteningly familiar voices, her eyes widened taking in the demon's form. The hand then slid down to her slender neck and hardened its grip like a rope that was tightening around her neck, suffocating her inch by inch."So ravishing..."She pulled out the fork under the pillow that she had smuggled after dinner, and started to stab the person. Blood scattering around her face, an ear-piercing scream exploded from her throat.Jonathan rushed towards her in pure dread and saw her repeatedly thrusting the fork in the air. She looked like she was actually stabbing someone, the bloodlust in her eyes was immense."Die! Die! Die!" She roared. Jonathan ran towards her to stop her from inf
Alexandra slowly opened her eyes, adjusting the light that was stinging her eyes like a 1000megawalt lightbulb. It was already morning and to her surprise, she felt more rejuvenated after a good sleep. She had got a good night sleep without any nightmares nor waking up in the middle of the night. Her hand felt something was pressing on it and her eyes fell upon the man who was sleeping, his head resting on her bed and his hand protectively holding her's. She had almost killed this man yesterday yet he can sleep so comfortably. Her attention went to the hand that was holding her's so tenderly. She wanted to yank it back but didnt because she felt weirdly comfortable with it."Jonathan." She called but he didnt budge."Jonathan Jonas!" She yelled and he swiftly got up."Let go of my hand." She snarled. He realized that he had been holding her hand for the whole night. He was feeling insecure without holding her, so he held h
Alexandra continued her insidious steps towards them. She raised her cotton shirt a little, revealing a gun that was secured inside the holster. "W-why is she taking out a g-gun?!" Ryan jittered. "P-probably to shoot us!" Simon cried, tugging on Ryan's sleeve. "We should head back inside," Ryan said in a low shaky voice. They cautiously advanced towards the door as if they were stalked by Raptor while bumping onto Kameron. Simon pushed Kameron outside the room and locked themselves inside for their dear life. Kameron's attention directed at the woman, she let out an entertained snicker seeing those two cower in her presence. "I wasn't expecting to see you here, Miss Winchester," Kameron remarked bravely. "Neither did I." She replied unenthusiastically. Kameron noticed the plaster around her left arm that was decorated with bold letters. "What happened to your arm?" Alexandra picked ou
The hound stalked the man clad in a three-piece suit who was having a date at the Italian restaurant, the woman beside him smiled and giggled at her partner's banters. He had tracked down his pray all the way to Milan. Jonathan was quite fast on this one but Halton was faster. After about thirty minutes. The muffled screams of a male approached Halton. The floor squeaked as the man was dragged against the marble floor. Halton reclined on the antique sofa with his legs crossed assertively. The man had been beaten into submission, he trembled vigorously like a fish thrown out of the waters. The sharp reek of gasoline corroded Halton's nose right after the culprit was thrown under his feet. "You were having a nice date back there." Halton jested, the man did not utter a word. A powerful kick on the stomach flung the beaten man against the wall. He wheezed as blood spouted outside his jaws. He curled like an a
Evangeline woke up snuggling into the plush duvets. Just then, a bitchy headache plunged her forehead. She grumpily opened her eyes to register her surroundings. Suddenly the scent of musky cologne saturated her sensations. Her eyes widened at the man coming out of the shower half-naked. A towel was loosely wrapped around his greek god of a body. His onyx hair was sexily dripping wet. His freakish reddish-brown eyes smirking at her rumpled figure. He looked contented for some reason. "What are you doing in my room?!" She yelled at him. The hotel room she had reserved last night looked exactly the same as this. "Your room? This MY room you are in." Halton corrected, hastily dried his dripping hair. "H-how the hell did I end up here?!" She asked, and just then she felt the duvets brush on her bare skin. She lifted the blanket to discover her body was stark naked. Not only that, there was soreness between her l
Evangeline Wright strutted past the hallways leading to the Dean's office. Her heart thudded at the uncertainty of the unforeseen request of her presence. She hadn't done anything insubordinate nor had any ruckus with the professors. She was the prim and proper student of the school, always punctual and always polite. Then there was no reason to be so nervous about it. It must be something irrelative to that. At least that's what she hoped for. Evan gently knocked on the glossy door."Come in." The worn voice beckoned. Evan entered the spacious and ancient office to face the old man in his early fifties. The amicable smile made his face even more wrinkly. "Sir, you called for me?" Evan asked immediately. "Yes, I did. Have a seat, Miss Wright." Evan slowly took her steps to the chair opposite to him, keeping her back firm in a guarded position. She looked at him with attentive eyes. "What may be the re
"So shall we start with Accounting Finance?" Evan asked, They were in the Library and there weren't anyone but them present so they were free to talk about anything they want without any interruption from those crazy fangirls. The Dean had prohibited any unwanted entries in the Library when Halton is present. He was also quite shocked to hear Halton had agreed to sit his ass down to study something. "Sure," Halton said lazily. He didn't show much interest to start their session but he was here anyhow. "So how much did you cover so far?" Evan asked. She opened the thick textbooks and placed them on the table. She flipped through the pages, placing bookmarks on the important topics. "Nothing." He answered immediately. "Did you go through any of the subjects?" Evan asked, she thought he had at least tried to learn something but he didn't seem to care at all. "Not at all. I don't even know where my books
One could hear in the bleak eerie hallways of the asylum the clattering of chains, as a man dragged it through the metallic floor. His black-and-white striped prisoner’s clothing had bloodstains on it. His pace was slow and wobbly because of the heavy chains attached to his legs and hands and bound skin rotting off along the rusting metal.“Sir, we brought him,” the guard said and looked keenly at the captive. He ducked his head, his lips drawn into a straight line, his eyes covered with his overgrown bangs so they could only see only the white portion of his eyes through it.“Good, bring him in.”The guard pushed open the interrogation room. A person inside could not see or listen to what was outside. The captive was silent the whole time, his eyes still down, looking at the guard’s legs as he followed and another guard closely stalking behind. In the middle of the dim room, there was a light bulb just above the wooden table, the only source of light in that entire room, with two cha
Their dilemma wasn’t over just yet. They had to gain the approval of one more person before their wedding ceremony, and that was Jonathan’s mother, Josephine.Alexandra insisted on building a better relationship with her upset mother-in-law. If Jonathan could impress her fearsome and bull-headed father, then she could coax Jonathan’s mother into accepting them too.Before their wedding takes place, she wanted everyone’s blessings. Including Josaphine’s and she would not shy away from appeasing Josaphine to gain her goodwill.***The place was the classic American home. A porch, a long veranda, high rooftops, and a yard that was big as a children’s park. It seemed like Josephine liked to keep the place uncomplicated and clean.Jonathan’s mother, according to his words, was the finest cook in the world. A woman who liked to do her own chores and leave them to the housekeeper. Who dressed simply, loved handling household affairs, and went to church religiously every single Sunday and pra
The soft silk sheets rustled as Alexandra stretched her arm to cuddle her husband. Her core was still sore from the slow-burning, passionate sex they had all night long. Letting out a groan, she buried her face into his neck which was specked with dark stubble. Oh, how she loved his beard. The rough texture was so satisfying to caress, and the feel of a stubbled cheek grazing her between her thighs was simply titillating.As she draped her long leg around his waist, a sharp, needle-like pain shot in her womb.She lifted the duvet and to her panic; she saw two blots of bloodstains on the sheets, mocking her. Her breath shriveled up in her throat and a malaise emerged in her womb.Swinging her legs to the floor, she rushed to the bathroom and removed her panties, and inserted her finger inside her, coating them with warm blood.“You will never be a mother.” The devil hissed, drawing out its forked tongue. “You will never get back what you’ve lost.”Her hand flew to her mouth to prevent
Sunrays poured through the tall windows of the church’s bridal suite, giving the white room a golden touch. The ladies were all busy tending to the bride’s wedding dress.Evangeline could barely breathe withch her bosom caged in the tight corset. “I will die.” She wheezed, holding on to the vanity table.“Oh, you won’t! I will see to it.” Catherine said, determined to make the dress fit. It seemed perfect when they tried it out in the bridal boutique.“I will become the first person to die for fashion.” Evan joked.Alexandra laughed, listening to this as she flipped a glossy page of a fashion magazine. She closed it and approached Evan to see what was going on with the dress.“I think it would be better if we pinned it first,” Alexandra suggested.“Pass me the pin, dear,” Catherine said, holding the edges of the corset tight.Alexandra skimmed through the small box of safety pins and passed it to her mother. Catherine pressed the ends of the corset securely and pinned them together. “
TRIGGER WARNING: The following chapter may be upsetting to some viewers. It contains violence and gore.***Blackness leaked into Gabriel’s subconscious like thick tar, impeding him from registering his surroundings for a few minutes. He blinked off the bleary vision and discovered himself in a bleak chamber, tied up in a metal chair with ropes that bit into his skin. The only source of light was the pale yellow lightbulb hanging above his head.He felt brainless, as one would get when drunk on spirit. He tried to recall where he was before ending up in this place. At the police station, the officers had locked him up for several days and questioned him for evidence. The trial was still ongoing, but an anonymous bailed him, giving the officers a hefty amount to free him. Gabriel didn’t know anyone who loved him so much to bail him out of jail, even after being aware of what evils he did. The moment he got out of the police station, a masked, who had bailed him asked to join him to me
The steel door shut before Anastasia with a rude screech and an ear-splitting rhythm of metal against metal, resounding around the cell walls and into her ears like pinballs. Anastasia gripped the metal bars and squeezed herself against it. “How long will I be here?” She asked.“Until someone comes in here and bails you.” The forty-something-year-old blonde officer sneered.She had confessed all of her crimes to the police this morning and stupidly thought they would let her go home. Home? Where will she go? Mama didn’t want her anymore. Papa will soon be prosecuted for all the crimes he had done in his lifetime.Kameron probably didn’t want her anymore, since their marriage was incomplete. Silvano was her only way out of here. She hoped he would come and free her.If he still loved her.“You smell like periods.”It was then Anastasia realized she wasn’t alone. A brunette prostitute, who was past her prime, hunched in the corner on the bench, covering her knees around her arms. She wr
All the guests who had witnessed the scene gasped in dread. Some of them, including Merideth Parker and Thomas Clarke, ran for their lives, realizing it wasn't safe to be in the presence of this maniac who just shot his wife. The metal gun slipped from Gabriel’s hand, his face sagged and his eye enlarged out of its sockets, seeing his wife bleeding on the floor. “C-Cathie…”His legs immediately took him towards Catherine, but Kameron lunged forward and boxed him in the face, knocking him to the ground and pinning him to the floor.Anastasia clung to her Catherine and cried helplessly, not knowing what to do. Alexandra stood there and stared expressionlessly at her mother, whose blood spilled out of her body. Catherine fluttered her eyes to keep them open. The tears in her eyes made those honey-brown irises shine like topaz as she gazed at Alexandra.If she was to die, she wanted to do it seeing her oldest daughter whom she had wronged all these years.Silvano came up to them and drop
Alexandra’s fierce, amber eyes bore right into Anastasia, who was on the verge of passing out from the built-up anxiety. Her weak knees buckled and she could barely pull herself together. The bouquet fell, the roses scattered, and she stared back at her sister in horror at what was yet to come.Placing a black-gloved hand on her chest, Alexandra put on an apologetic expression and swept her gaze over the audience. “My sincere apologies for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen.”Gabriel stood up and stalked towards her, his face heavy with anger. “What the hell are you doing here?!”“Can’t you tell? I was invited.” Alexandra lifted her chin, a gesture of disdain.The deep red shade on Gabriel’s face paled when he turned towards Kameron, who had a devilish smirk upon seeing Alexandra. “My heartily welcome, Lady Alexandra.” Kameron greeted.The audience broke out into a cacophony of mutters and whispers. They looked at each other with perplexed faces. What was going on here? And why di
“Looks like our beautiful bride is ready.” Kameron’s ridiculing voice broke Anastasia from her trance. She looked back at the woman in the mirror. Her doe-like brown eyes had turned red after she had mourned the night away. She had never shed a single tear for her grandfather’s death, but now misery had plagued her ability to realize the outcome of her past deeds. No one can escape fate. No one. “I am-,” Her voice had died out. She couldn’t ignore the pain in her throat. “Save that for the vows,” Kameron warned. He approached for a closer look at his bride, whose eyes were still glued to herself in the mirror. It was then he realized how beautiful she looked in the ivory white wedding dress. The makeup artist concealed all the wounds and bruises he had given her under that makeup. Her eyes seemed so clear and pure. She resembled Catherine physically, but her personality leans on the contrary. She wasn’t brave, nor had she had the unwavering disposition