Just outside the campus gates, a tall young chap leaned beside his black cruiser. He earned queer glances from his female schoolmates as he simply waited for Evangeline to arrive after the prolonged club meeting with her homeroom professor.
Evangeline had confronted the Dean about Halton's Dyslexia. Although Halton didn't like the idea he agreed since he needed some exceptions with his examinations. Soon, the news spread over like a plague.
The girls that had once looked at him with bizarre admiration now looked at him with pity. They stopped the so-called 'fan club', so he won't be hindered by their interventions.
Some lost interest in him after learning about his illiteracy. Halton, however, was unbothered by all this, all he needed was to concentrate on his latest goal and after that, he will finally escape this recurring college life for good.
Since Evan took a long time to arrive, he decided to smoke. He opened his untouched cig
Feel free to skip the Chapters Titled 'Their love story' if you aren't interested in reading Evangaline's and Halton's past love! After this, the story will be set in the present day!
Three months of dating went inexplicably well for Evan and Halton.Even if the constant flirts from him distracted them from their sessions, they managed to get over with it and complete their tasks at the clock. After the studies are done for the day, they would take a long road home.A few more months passed like days, the examinations commenced and to the entire school's astonishment, Halton aced all of his subjects. Earning the topmost rank among his peers along with Evangeline Wright.And as a reward for their achievement, the school gave off another 50,000 pounds for Evan. The loud whistles and cheers dominated the graduation ceremony as Halton went up to the stage to receive his honors. He winked at Evan and then sat beside her in the front row.When the good news reached his father's ears, he graciously donated a hefty sum to the university. Alexandra wouldn't admit it, but this seventeen-year-old was feeling extremely proud of h
Two Weeks Later. Outside the closed charcoal black coffee shop, a young woman in a comely cherry dress stood glancing back and forth at the road. She peeked at her silently ticking mauve watch, it was already 6 pm. Halton is getting late, she hoped he was okay. She tried to distract herself from forming inauspicious scenarios in her head. He is Halton, he will be fine. The sky grew darker each passing minute, the streets began to light up in series along the pedestrian line. Abruptly, a shiver crawled up through her spine, all the way to her shoulders, making them jump. She was about to turn when a hand seized her mouth, cupping it, soon a caustic odor penetrated her nose. She grew hazy, the back of her head swaying back and forth until her sight enveloped into the darkness. When she opened her eyes again her mind went fuzzy but still functioning. Evan blinked, absorbing as much light as possible to register the d
The weather was unusually pleasant today, the birds chirping a morning song in the arrival of a new day. They were merry because they have survived yet another day on this earth making each second pleasant. This made her wonder how pitiful humans are, not a single day they can remain happy even though god has granted them a long lifespan. Even a dog can identify its own kind and the most intelligent creatures ever existed on this planet denies their own kind labelling them different in the name of petty things. She couldn't bring herself to blame them maybe that's what makes humans special because they can differentiate between good and evil. It is their choice which one they should choose but most times they didn't have a choice at all. This was the question she was obliged to ask herself. She was going against all blood ties to take revenge. If they were not blood-related would she ask the same question? What she is going to do is it right?
This afternoon, Jonathan wanted to prepare something that suited Alexandra's taste. He became more aware of her preferences from the past few days at the hospital. That she did not completely despise seafood. She had only shown her repugnance to fishes but she showed a liking towards Crabs and Lobsters. He had taken a special note of this. Feeling proud of himself, he asked the maid named Jannet to escort him to the majestic kitchen. It was spacious enough to prepare meals for a small town! And so well facilitated, unlike the simpler kitchens he was used to. Chef Ross looked reluctant when Jonathan told him about his decision to prepare lunch for Alexandra. Chef Ross had worked as the head cook for over a decade, and he had never let a guest cook the meal because that would be discourteous. "My apologies, Sir Jonas but we cannot let our madam's honorable Fiance cook when we are here to do the job!" Chef Ross cried
Alexandra stepped inside the dining hall, followed by Jonathan who still hasn't recovered from her outrageous punch. Why does this woman always have to respond with violence?!"What are these?" Alexandra asked pointing at the unfamiliar dishes served on the table. She took a seat. Her flawless face grimaced when Jonathan sat right beside her. Grabbing the chair she moved her seat further away from him, he tried his best to hide his amusement seeing her being so childish."They are crab cakes, you like crabs don't you?" He asked, he hoped her mood wouldn't turn crabby because of the dish.Alexandra deposited a neutral look."I do..."She didn't expect him to take note of the little things she liked, she had never mentioned liking crabs...was he being observant of her the whole time? How creepy."Tell me if you like it, I can make some more next time." Jonathan smiled, he wanted to pat himself on the back for his effort.
Alexandra's fingers outrageously typed on the Macbook, as if she was about to break the keys with her intensity. She re-checked all the files that were sent via email and had a hard time properly signing the paperwork with her shaky right hand.Her body went through concurrent shivers as the lust for alcohol overwhelmed her. She seethed in a cold breath and reclined on her armchair. She rubbed her throbbing temples and poured herself a glass of water and gulped it down as if it was her favourite liquor.Water is too plain for her liking. If only she could turn water into wine.She glanced at the clock and was surprised at how she managed to sit before the laptop for seven freaking hours. She really is a resolute workaholic.Getting up from the chair, her knees let out a crack. It went numb after being immobile for seven hours straight. She walked around her room in circles and decided to have a view of the Balcony.The
A salient shadow soundlessly opened the door, careful not to make a single squeak. The lights were dimmed but it could perfectly figure out where Alexandra slept. She must have taken her sleeping pills by now. And now it was the perfect occasion to finish her off! The shadow made its way to Alexandra's bed, like a snake prying its prey. Those dark minacious eyes watched the beauty taking steady breaths, the nightmares weren't interrupting her sleep. Thank god. The shadow pulled out a kitchen knife, its steel edge reflecting off the silver moonlight. It slowly lifted the equipped hand, aiming to plunge Alexandra's beating flesh. Suddenly, the lights were turned on, Alexandra shot opened her eyes and sat upright to see Jonathan's gun pointed towards her. Alexandra's eyes rounded as her body was tugged back by someone and a cold knife was pressed against her nodding throat. "Put your gun down or this bitch will be the one getting slit." A feminin
The following morning, the sun's warmth poured directly over Alexandra's face. She blinked open her eyes, taking in the blinding light little by little. A familiar pain in her abdomen jolted her awake, she grimaced and let out a frustrated groan. She turned to her right to see the handsome prince charming of a man sleeping soundly next to her bed. "Wake up." She called in her neutral tone. And as she expected he didn't budge. "Wake the fuck up!" She shouted, smacking his head. Jonathan sleazily opened his eyes, it was morning already? He gave a dopey smile to the grumpy beauty. "Good morning." Alexandra lifted her dishevelled blanket. 'Fuck' She cursed. What a great day to wake up in a puddle of her own blood. "What's wrong?" He worriedly asked. "Nothing." She mumbled, hiding her upper body in the blankets with a sullen face. He didn't buy it. In a flying move, he lifted the blanket off her body. Onl
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