I may have read too much books that it has messed with my mind but this man, his body, hair and attire included, is fitted with that drawn in manwhas but with a touch of modernity. This man is beautiful. The confident smile on his face also beautiful. This has to be the first time I have studied a
- HAZEL - “Can I ask you something? I don’t want to go into details for my own reasons but can I ask anyway?” I ask Killian, clenching my fingers around a fork on the dining table. He’s started eating, I haven’t touched my meal at all. “Sure, go ahead. Ask me.” Killian’s voice is soothing as he d
“That’s a good girl.” That sultry tone makes me want to puke. “Now I’ll ask you again, miss me?” I manage to tilt my head to the side to face her. She has a hoodie over her face and underneath it is a cap, both black. She’s trying to hide her facial appearance in her fit. This is the first time I’v
SHE’S CRAZY!! Asami cocks her head to the side, staring at me. A grin forms at one end of her lips. She’s enjoying seeing me look miserable and afraid. With a sharp pull, my body comes forward, back to the rooftop and stumbles on it. This certainly gave me bruises but right now, I’m just glad I’m
- HAZEL - ‘You’re being very obedient, Hazel. Keep being you and we won’t have a problem.’ I bite my lip as I read the text. How did I get myself into this in the first place? One would think after a week, this whole charade will be over but it isn’t. Asami still hates me and she’s making it her
I lower my eyes to my phone, picking it up from my bed. The name blaring from the screen on the notification warms my heart. It’s Killian. He’s the only one I haven’t given the silent treatment to. ‘How is my little angel doing this fine morning?’ I smile at the message. ‘Not so good, not so bad,
- KILLIAN - You may wonder what my intentions were when I left Hazel alone for nearly two weeks. I had every reason not to but did so regardless. Liam needed me. Natalie needed me. We are one step closer to uncovering the mystery behind my parent’s death. Just knowing who killed them isn’t the on
I let out an exhale. Whichever it is, this will turn out to be heavily interesting. Satisfiably so. * I can smell it. My brows narrows as my nose catches on a pungent scent the moment I got out of my car. Since the moment the car door was open for me and I stepped out, the acrid smell of somet