Two days had passed since that bittersweet nightmare happened. Still, I could not help but bit my lip from that shameless plan that died at the first step of its implementation.
It was a pity that it makes me want to burrow my head underground, to say the least.
Such an embarrassing move Helga Chen!
The sharp sound of heels hitting against the cold tiled floor rang within the empty hallway. Resembling the soft ticking of a grandfather clock - soothing and unhurried - leisurely taking its own rhythm.
It was the stark contrast with the turmoil raging at the corner of my mind.
Chasing those thoughts away, I turned into a corner and met the inquiring gaze of Vika.
The polite and workaholic woman was dressed in her signature suit paired with her formal footwear. Vika was exuding an untouchable aura unique to people who has a very rigid lifestyle. The k
What is happening? My heart was thumping so loud; I am afraid that it would leap out of my chest. The urgency and alarm in Vika's voice, made me momentarily disoriented. My body unconsciously reach for the door. Martin and his mysterious situation was thrown out of the window as another heartbreaking news knocks on our door. "What happened?" I tried calming my voice, while I stood before the equally disoriented Vika. Searching for anything on her face that will give me a hint of what is the problem; of what is the crux of the matter is. However, what she says next drop a ruthless bomb into my soul, shaking me to the very core. "Johan, something happened to Johan- I-" Vika's clenched fist trembled. Her lips pale while the rim of her eyes turned red. "L-let me, take you there." Her incoherent answer left a terri
Every second feels like my sanity will take one more step towards the bridge of collapsing. It was agonizing. It was as if my chest was being pushed down with a huge boulder; for no matter how I convince myself that she would be fine, hundreds of worst case scenarios played tirelessly before my eyes. My heart feels stuffy. Just then, the sound of a speeding ambulance cut through the cold night, making me sigh in slight relief. The heavy boulder that is weighing atop my heart, lessen. Under the city light, Johan was carefully carried into the stretcher by the medics. "We're sorry this happened, Helga." Vika said with her tired voice. "I have already informed Boss of this incident and the medical fees will be borne by our company. The police are called to investigate what happened however, I won't be able to visit her as of this moment..." She continued, yet, despit
My eyes snap open as I took a deep drag of air to fill my burning lungs. However, my attention was immediately grab by a huge hand with two slender outstretched fingers. It was leisurely hovering atop my nose, looking at it dangerously lowering again, my face turned grim. "Bastard, are you trying to kill me?" I spat through gritted teeth as my chest heaves up and down in succession. The scratchy feeling inside my throat reminds me of the cold. My fingers curled around his fingers wishing to break it in half. When I was clutching on it with a death grip, my eyes met his familiar bushy beard with his spectacle perched atop his towering nose bridge. "You want me to?" his unhurried ton
The morning after, a stuffy nose, dry throat, eyes sore, with an overall tired body, welcomed my day. It was evident that I have not escape the clutches of cold. In a state of half-conscious and half-unconscious, the day passed by like a blur. Only my recollection of a pair of hands changing a wet towel atop my forehead reminds me that I am not dreaming. When the night came, although I am still feeling a bit groggy, I manage to get out of bed to relieve my bladder. My body feels much more comfortable than the day. However, the abnormal burning underneath my skin made my brow furrowed. What on Earth is this? That same night I ask Martin for a medicine, mentioning about the warmth enveloping my limbs. However, all I could get from him is a pursed lip, eyes laced with amusement and a nonchalant admonishment. "You
The earlier excitement was still coursing through my veins. After I got back into my room, I run into the bathroom with my trembling legs and brush the left over taste of his load away from my mouth. Regardless, up until this moment, my cheeks are burning as the intimate scenes flash before my eyes. Fortunately, the kitchen is deserted or it would be really indecent to think of something perverted in front of other people. My grip on the crystal clear glass tightened, sighing my eyes roam the place. It was dark and silent and not a single soul was in sight. I took glass after glass of ice-cold water to press the heat inside my core down, yet it was proven futile. Living a celibate life, right after barely having a taste of carnal desire is really challenging. It actually does not make any sense, does it? I am sexually frustrated, alright? I let my
Good day, readers! This chapter is not an update. (Worry not, GN says that this will be free *grin) Thank you for making it here! I am so happy to know that you are reading the story and I hope you are enjoying it! The second book for this series: Black Society, is also next on the line! Roberto is waving, uh, who is he? Or not- Books to be: (language undecided though could be either Tagalog or English *collapsed) The Youngest Prostitute His Perfect Mistress Please do drop a review of this book if it is to your liking and let me hear from you! It will mean a lot to this poor writer. Again, thank you! Your ghostly author, Spencer 👻
"Stop fooling around!" I warned while my gaze focused on Martin's cream covered chin. Holding the shaving device, I gripped his shoulder for support as I carefully run the blade across his chiseled jaw. It was my first time to shave a man's face and it was a novel feeling. Although I was a bit afraid that my clumsy hands would create a cut on his flesh, it was nonetheless exciting. "You're doing this on purpose, right?" Martin asked, looking aggrieved and pitiful, completely out of his character. As if the mask that he usually wore has flown out of the window while riding through the wind. "You are overthinking. Just stay still and this will be over soon enough," the corner of my lips curved into a satisfied smile. "C'mon be a good boy and this aunt will give you a candy bar!" My pitch rose at the end. I honestly could not help it. Okay, I am sorr
"I think you have a guest before me." The man's gentle voice drifted swiftly against the wind, but the shock it brought, made my heart tremble. My face instantly paled before heat travelled from the bottom of my neck up into my cheeks painting my skin with an abnormal flush. His voice sounds suspiciously identical to the person from last night! "...." Pressing my embarrassment down, my line of sight swept towards Martin. The man was tall and I can only reach his shoulder giving me no choice but to stretch my neck in order to observe his expression. His jaw was inexplicably clenched while his lips are pursed on a thin line. He looks as eye catching as ever with his beard gone, as his long hair that was wrapped into a bun occasionally swayed in the air. Martin never uttered a word but simply nudge my arm as his eyes turned sharp. Withdrawing his gaz
Heavy cluster of clouds veiled the blue horizon into a vast ash-filled sea. The dark gloomy sky filled with promise for an afternoon shower. With a flash followed by a thunderous roar, a grain sized water falls into a leaf before sliding towards the hard solid ground. The light shower soon turned into a downpour, washing the filth-filled world anew. Glimpse of lightning peak through the clouds, as the cleansing underneath the sky finally began. Days and nights passed with Martin’s soul in a tenterhook. Countless sleepless nights finally came into fruition when a valuable intelligence reach their grasp. After about five days of an endless search, the wrath of justice finally descended. Helga together with a group of people were saved from the clutches of evils. The investigation came shortly and after gathering the evidences various individuals came into the light bringi
Bits of muffled incoherent conversation reach my ears giving me a start, however my eyelids feels very heavy. What is going on? The faraway voices gradually come closer until finally their words register on my brain. With sheer will power, a wisp of white entered my vision scaring the darkness into oblivion. “She’s responding.” I squinted my eyes and come across a pair of hazy eyes. Before me stood three people with masks plastered on their faces. They are clad similarly in white. “Subject 08293F is fighting surprisingly strong against Bliss. Take her out.” Bliss? Is it not that-? The bad premonition inside my mind gradually solidified in mortification. Chasing those dangerous thoughts away, I observed my situation with caution despite my befud
That night a midnight meal arrived carried by the same nurse, who has followed the doctor, she was named as Sandy.She appeared with the formal explanation of what had happens regarding the death of my baby that was abruptly cut short a while ago, due to my unstable mood.The force that slam accurately at my stomach hit my womb. The bleeding and the rescue came very late; it was hard to keep the baby anymore.‘It wasn’t your fault. It is all just a matter of fate; do not blame yourself too much. It will be bad for your health.’‘You will need to be strong for your babies. They are counting on you to survive.’It was as if a jolt has ran down my spine, when she broke the news about my surviving babies, but the sadness inside my heart did not diminish. Instead, the pain swelled more unbearable to the point that I feel like I was drown
I could not even utter a single word; my woozy mind cannot process everything that is being presented towards me.Against my will, my body slowly sank into the ocean. …They say sounds are louder underwater but I cannot hear anything but a piercing sharp sound echoing inside my brain, holding me captive.The pain spreading from my abdomen gradually turns numb, my limbs has gone weak from the cold and weariness, yet my will to survive keeps me awake.The dip only lasted for a second but my heart tremor and my instinct kicked in. Pushing my body back into the surface with all the meager strength that I could muster.I did not even have the capability to scream for help.I gasped for breath; nevertheless, out of the corner of my eyes, the man’s blurry figure swam away whilst holding Nadia by his arms
“I knew it! I told you to leave early and not to be seen by anyone!”I half yelled into the phone as I peered over Patricia.Despite knowing that putting or rather pushing the blame towards Martin is futile, I did it anyway. In hopes to calm my nerves still on the second thought, I do not actually know of what to think.After all, I am also to blame, however, I felt conflicted must I laugh, that they fainted at the sight of Martin, or cry for the depth of the matter?The two has been sleeping for quite a while now. They receive quite a scare.After their fainting episode, with the help of Martin, we are able to bring them into the hospital.I quickly chased the culprit away in fear of further aggravating the two if they suddenly woke up and still I could not help but call him in order to give him a piece of my mind.H
Sometimes I quite find myself starts to inexplicably wander about the complexity of the delicate thin line between self-preservation and boldness.The two ideas was rather far from each other yet for me it was only an inch apart.It sounds utterly nonsensical however…Stepping inside my room, I almost bashed my head against the wall as I felt a bit that something is wrong but I couldn’t put a finger on it.The muscle inside my chest is thrashing wildly not in pain but in a strange excitement. It leaves me breathless, in heat as a vague tint of yearning blooms within my core.Moving aside to let the man in, my heart nearly leapt into my throat as I inadvertently met his burning pair of eyes.“I-Uh,” my voice unintentionally trembled as I panic.Were too close for my comfort.
The cold and frigid atmosphere amidst a vigorous thrashing inside my chest left me at a loss. My mind went blank as my grip on the knob unconsciously tightened. For a moment, I had a suffocating urge to slam the door close. The man’s sudden appearance and abrupt query did not help either. His sharp gaze even resembles that of an impatient predator, instilling tremor deep beyond my soul, leaving me cold and ill at ease. Although Martin’s stoic face remains the same, the aura he gave off made me feel oppressed. As the distance before us was convenient, enough for me to witness an apparent danger lurking at the depth of the man’s darkened emerald orbs, my heart trembled. “A…child?” my lips uttered in a daze, speaking to no one in particular. Martin’s lips pursed into a grim line. His visage speak so much of an undisguised yet scrupulous scrutiny, demanding an answer to satisfy his hunger for a r
The world was full of possibilities and wonder. Possibilities that most of the times we least anticipated let alone dreamed of and yet it happened. Moreover, more often than not, it aroused our emotions to give birth for a complicated one in just a matter of second. The jovial energy that occupied my world for a moment was immediately filled with sourness. Ah so, this is why he suddenly disappeared. What a complete son of a bitc-! Just as my chaotic thoughts jumbled inside my mind an abrupt ringtone, shove me out of my trance. My fingers subconsciously dug my phone out as my gaze landed on its screen. It was a call from Patricia. My thumb deftly slide across the smooth glass and the call was immediately connected. Almost instinctively, my eyes narrowed back to Martin’s direction. However not even a shadow was there anymore. My brows furro
"So how was it? Have you eaten enough tonight, or must I fill you more?” Hot puff of air tickled down my ear into the base of my neck. My lips hung open as delicious shivers run down my spine prompting numbing pleasure to crawl within my veins. The man's voice that was lace with raw desire, drips from the tip of his sinful tongue towards my burning soul in madness. ”Still famish, my little Helga? Let me hear your sweet voice, come on, cry out more." Mists clouded my vision as salty liquid threatens to stream down my lashes. It was as if my vocal cords are sealed as I could utter not a single word. Despite his taunting, I could only fist a crumpled mess out of the previously smooth matress. My legs trembled as another ruthless thrust spread my sensitive walls apart with the man's stiff rod. I could feel my rationality gradually slipping away from m