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