What would be the extreme anguish word for having feelings?
Is there any word that exists in the world for feeling like ice in a tempted forest?
I was standing with dignity, lurking my eyes everywhere I could land my vision.
He was gone.
Somewhere maybe out from this world. Out because what he would be doing if he had to stand here?
He has gone to attend his significant call which he cannot reject in any circumstances.
What about Me Blake Jensen?
All the paparazzi have everything about his life as an open mirror but the mirror always hides the truth. And I am keen to know what he is hiding.
This cannot be as simple as it looks. No, it is not.
What is he hiding?If he considers himself A powerful billionaire then why he was anxious when Sophia arrived here.
Is Sophia his girlfriend, or more than t
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-----+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ "I am not Sophia!" The sheering silence was sufficient to let me know that I am in danger. I took a step back, hesitate for a moment then asked in my vulnerable state, "then who are you?" "I am your well-wisher!" Oh really? You don't look like one by covering your face with a mask and asking to confront you alone. "What do you mean?" I asked in my shattering voice. "Do as I say, stay away from Blake Jensen!" He commanded me again. What is this? He is ordering me as I am dying to be with Mr Jensen.And wait for a second if the person is not Sophia and not related to her anyhow. Then who the hell is he? And why the hell is he ordering me? I know I don't want to associate with Blake, I want to be free as a bird in the sky but this isn't the right way. Not when
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-++ I am running. I am running late. I had to gather all the strength to clean the floor. The floor is covered with mud and grease but I have no choice I have to clean it. Clean it before it gets too late. Before the owners will arrive, I have to clean all the dirt anyhow. The floor was covered with stains of oil making it tough for me to get it clean. I sighed leaning against the wall. The broom was so heavy for me to handle but what can I do now? I am left with no choices. I have to clean the mess, cover all the shit so that I can gather it in a big carry bag and get it to dump. It took me around two hours to rinse the floor, tidy the tiles and wipe all the plastered grime. My hands were shivering because of the cold, the thunderstorm was shrieking the New York City. I could see it with my eyes from this small tilted window. Suddenly all the daylight got erased, and the day became night. New York City was telling me it was time to let go of ever
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+---+++-+-+-+-- Silence Absolute silence! The silence that could collapse the world with its atonement. The silence could kill me out any moment if I didn't move my ass. It was all murky with full of dirt, everything was flaming in a wide area and I couldn't do anything. People were shouting, and crying at the same time. They didn't know what is about to happen. What they and I can see right ahead of me was death. Death was coming from all directions to snatch away all of our dreams and then I looked at his eyes. I thought he was calling my name, calling my name, yelling from pain.His eyes were hostile, afraid to even whisper something but I kept looking at them in the process that he will save me. He was the one who brought me here to London to this expensive hotel, he changed my life whether It was good or bad but I was wrong! Wrong because he vanished leaving me alone in the bombarded state, leaving me alone when I was on the verge of dying. How can he b
-+---+--+-+--+++++ The thing about being lucky is different, I have never felt this way before. Maybe God is granting me what was missing in my existence. Maybe it's a golden opportunity I just have to pay a visit and he will pay me twice what I earn. And with that money, I can help my mother to get her treatment properly. With determination set in my eyes, I exited the mall and walked to the bus stand. I was hearing whispers all over, and then my eyes landed on the big poster that was hung on the street board. It was Sophia's poster. He was endorsing a popular brand and in her eyes, I could see the devilish smile. Is Mr Jensen with him? Or has she done something to find him? Or they both are together so that they can leave me dying on the roads. I had several questions in my mind and no answer. I remember perfectly Sophia departed before the fire took place. So did she know about it? She must have read in the press and newspapers that the fire took place in the prestigious
-+-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- There are different aspects of time when we live differently in different situations but everyone gets a lifetime moment to prove to themselves that they are not made up of mud or dirt that they have something brilliant in their mind that they have the power to stand for themselves. I breathed again when the cab stopped at its venue. A glorious and expensive hotel was right ahead of me. All the past connections with these luxurious places make me anxious. The first time I arrived at a hotel was to have an encounter with Mr Jensen. The second time I arrived at a hotel I got a declaration from Mr Jensen's girlfriend. The third time I arrived at a hotel Mr Jensen and Mr steward got in a fight and the fourth time. Well, an explosion occurred making the whole hotel collapse. Shit! How can I forget Mr Steward? I need to ask him for support. He is a respectable man and at least better than Mr Jensen. I need to search for him. He was in Lond
- +-+-+-+-+--+-+-------+-++--+--+--+-+-+-----+- Should I knock? Should I wait for my manager's call? What should I do now? I stared even more at the door. Maybe I should knock on it again. I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts to not fall on the floor while spinning my head on the door. You can do this Ashley! Yes! I can do it! Absolutely! without any doubt, I can do this. I glanced at my dress adjusted it to my thighs and straighten up my shoulders so that I won't look like a bimbo anymore. I knocked on the door but didn't receive any response in return, I knocked on it again. Maybe I should call the manager. I took out my cell phone and dialled his number but there was no response from his side. Should I knock on the third time?? When I was about to do it.. the door flew open. It was all gloomy inside, hard for me to glance and find a single thing. Should I take a step inside or not? One part of my mind was telling me to run away from here but the other one
&+-+-+-+-+---+-+---+--+-+-+---+---+------ Shawn?? Is the man dressed in a black suit Shawn? His eyes were still the same, and so was his way of whispering my name. What was he doing here? Did he invite me here to get me murdered? "What are you saying? I am smiley," I let out my breath which I was holding from utter shock. He smirked at my response and whispered to me again, " I know you are Ashely Brooke!" "You. You invited me here?" Why would he invite me here? Oh, why I am announcing it as inviting? When the manager didn't ask about my concern. "No," he was as firmed as he was before with no sentiments in his eyes as he has been deprived by the evil society. "So why I am here?" I was still moving my waist with the flow of rhythm in any case the other decided to do something. "How do I know? I was here for a business deal and then the man who was going to sign the papers wanted to affectionate me, so he must have arranged you for that!" "What do you think you are explain
-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-++ Before I could smash his head, Shawn appears at my side. "Mr Stockholm?" He tapped on his shoulder. He was anxious and cursed him under his breath. "What?" "This is for you!" Then Shawn smashed a bottle on his head. He lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thud. "What's wrong with you? What if he does?" I was resisted and afraid to find his body on the floor, the blood was raging in me making me weak on my knees. "Shhh. Nothing is going to occur. We just have to move fast!" He took my hand and clutched it too tightly around his arm. "What if he dies?" "What if the police charged us with his murder?" "Are you listening to me or not?" I was babbling too much to rectify what occurred. Everything around me started floating making me nervous and my heart was jumping in my chest making me weak all over again. This is a do and dies situation. Some people will run from here while hiding their heads in shame, some will disappear from
-+-+-+-+-+++++-++--+-++++---+++one month laterIt's been one month since the day he confessed what I was not expecting from me. It's been one month since I finally stood up for myself and listened to my heart. It's been one month of revelations and actions performed. our story started from the day he landed his eyes on me at the cafeteria where I was working and from that particular moment he got infatuated with my presence about how can I not get affected by his persona.and later when we met each other at that hotel he wasn't able to keep his eyes away from me. though he had Sophia with her still he wasn't able to control his sentiments. or maybe just say he was attracted to me and he wasn't able to accept the fact that I didn't find him alluring to my eyes.what occurred between us and the incident which changed my life wasn't what he was planning to do so. and later when he got the opportunity to perfectly use his power he did it perfectly.he did expect that if I was near him I
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+--+-+-+-+-+-+-- I was clueless about my future. Maybe I will run away from here and never look back again and maybe I will never forget what happened to me. I know he will not come after me and why I was expecting him to run after me? I don't even have any clue why I am burning inside. these touches, these marks will fade away but what about the marks john has given me on my soul, what about the scarcity I was feeling for blake Jensen? and what about the life I am living? my mother is almost dead because of me! several people are injured right there because of me and what the hell I did do? I did nothing! absolutely nothing! I had no idea where I was going, the wind around me was in devastation it was changing too in all the parameters in the night, and the moon was covered in shadows alarming me that it is going to rain soon. there was mud around me which was sulking my feet. I wasn't able to see any lights, it was opaque everywhere around, I don't kno
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a moment of getting into delusion forever, it was a moment of breaking through the edges. he had blood on his lower lip as it was brutally cut and furnished in hell. my eyes were heavy as an ocean not ready to wake up at any moment but when he called my name again to depict to all the almighty that he is here something strange erupted in my chest, a volcano arouse in my eyes and I screamed as I have never screamed before. something flashed in his eyes, it was crystal clear from his rage, from the fuming actions that he wanted to kill Stewart. and maybe he was going to kill too. "look who is here? the fucking Blake Jensen, ha! what do you think Jensen you can save this darling from me? well sorry to break your bubble she is mine not yours now go away otherwise my army will kill you!" "don't you dare
------_-------------------++----------------+-------------------- "I will leave Blake Jensen in shred by making you mine," these were the words of the man who used to behave like a gentleman and now look at him what is he doing. if he is man enough then why shouldn't he fight with his competition blake Jensen eye to eye. why is he using me to furnish his good for nothing plan? I saw his eyes when I was trying to get myself from the knot of the rope, the knot was hard for me to even strangle, but I had to do it anyway to get myself free. I stomped my leg in anticipation of horror and I hate myself; I hate myself for shedding a tear, and I hate myself for sobbing. the tears were dead on my skin they have mixed with the blood of my heart, if only my hands were free I would tell this good for nothing man to get lost. if only my life wouldn't have all these affections in my life. I was trying anything to create a distance when I failed miserably in losing the ties when he almost ripped m
-+-++++(+-+-+++--+--++++++++++++++--+++-+ Am I dead? Or am I alive? I can't see anything, everything is black around me. My head is spinning in circles and my breath was short too to think of anything else Maybe my face was covered and my hands are crushed too in a rope. I was only capable to hear what was transpiring around me, and I have no idea why I am believing that I am in major trouble. Trouble is not just a small word to comprehend my feeling, I am in big trouble because I have no idea where am I I remember was about to go to my house to meet my mother so can we run away from this good for nothing state which only gave me horrible memories, which only made me more miserable in all the scenarios. I was about to leave New York to go to Alaska where no one can find me as I decline to be just another girl to blame Jensen and I decline to be a pawn of John Stewart.However, I didn't understand who took me here in my numbness. I wasn't able to see anything, wasn't able t
-!-+-+&+-+-+-+&+-+-+-+-+&+-+-+-+-+- John Stewart wasn't the man I was thinking he would be. His father never gave his name to him and Stewart is his mother's last name. His mother was a secretary who was accepting income from the owner of Jensen's Industries. He had the only mission in his eyes to snatch the whole empire from the only son of the owner, the one and only Blake Jensen. On the first day when he embarked on his presence in Jensen industries, Blake didn't know who he was, nor anyone from the office premises knows what he was doing and who he was as he came under the disguise to monitor the workings. He kept his keen eyes on everything related to him to conclude that he has a very sophisticated image in the media and to ruin him he simply has to crush his image along with Jensen's industries. He planned the explosion in London because there was no way left for him to defeat him in business and to get things done he crossed his limits. He planned the most harmful thing f
-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++++++(++++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- The car halted and made me almost jump from my seat. Outside the weather was not tempting, maybe a storm is about to come to divert our lives. His eyes were still dark and captivating from that moment when I took him by surprise by doing what he didn't expect me to do. To be honest I had to do anything to divert his mind and nothing is better than doing this. He cleared his throat and unlocked his seat belt, I glanced outside and revised we were outside the hospital. And what are we doing here? Does he secretly want to kill me? I didn't realise when he stepped outside and knocked on the window to ask me to come outside. I sheepishly without thinking anything else opened the door but forget to realise that rain has made the road wet. The muddy road was too wet and I lost my balance, I know I am going to fall hard on the ground to my butt. Nevertheless, I didn't fall, he saved me from falling onto the muddy ground. The only dilem
-+-+-++++++--+-+-+++-++++;+-+++-+ "He wants to snatch what is mine and you are one of them," these words are not just words these are emotions for me, these syllables were more dangerous than this man who was standing at the corner lurking outside the window, glancing at those tall buildings as I don't exist anymore. Did he just say that I belong to him?? And what does that even mean? Did he want to say that I was an employee and I cannot be his rival's employee anymore? And did Mr Stewart do such a remorseful thing to my mother? How can I trust you, Blake Jensen? When you left me dying in London when you didn't care about me to find out if I am dead or not then how can I trust you now? I cleared my throat and took a step ahead near to his existence when he was engulfed in smoking a cigarette, maybe I should also advise him that if he wants to die he can die by my hands rather than this smoking. "I want you to give me the evidence!" I could sense his shoulders were tensed so wa
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I was a child I used to watch people walking toward multiplex to watch movies and I used to stare at them all the time when children like me were walking with their parents to live their life the fullest I used to build dreams of my own that maybe one day I will be capable enough to do what I want. And when I listen to this man who is making me believe that my life has more twists and turns than a reluctant movie. What he is saying is beyond my thoughts, the statement he has made is ridiculous enough to let anybody know that this is a lie. How can Mr Jensen be related to Mr Stewart? If he would have been his half-brother they would have the same surname besides Mr Jensen lives with his father and Mr Stewart doesn’t! Or maybe they have the same mother that’s why Mr Jensen doesn't talk about it anymore. However, this must all be rubbish and this can’t be true, he’s