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
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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
"What are looking at?" I almost jumped out of my skin upon hearing Martin's cold voice from behind, who appeared like a ghost. My back turned stiff as embarrassment flooded my veins. Feeling a bit guilty, my mind becomes flustered. How I wish I could just drill a hole to hide myself in! Shaking myself out of stupor, my brain quickly cultivates a bunch of excuses. "Oy, Martin there you are!" Waving my other hand while straightening my back, I tilted my head towards him as I began spewing whatever my mind could produce but ends up uttering a bunch of barely put rubbish. "Beltran is cooking and you might want to entertain your guest first, so I'll head back to my room, ha-ha!" While weaving lines of nonsense, I deftly slip out of the kitchen, with my hand pasted over half my face conveniently covering my
As my consciousness was pulled into the abyss of phantom dreams, fragments of memories that I wish to remain buried began unfolding before my closed eyes. That chilly evening, the crescent moon leisurely hung up in the sky. Looking down at the vast sea of shimmering lights from innumerable buildings, like a satisfied monarch overseeing his thriving land. After two months of staying in a completely foreign soil my only companion, Patricia, and I, have decided to stay out. Darkness has long descended upon the once bustling street, yet some establishments still welcomes their respective guests, promising a night filled with excitement. 'We should have done this before! I feel like we have missed out a lot for these past years!' Patricia's lively yet slurred voice elicited a giggle from the back of my throat. The dazzling light coming from behind us, signif
It was early morning. The sun hangs up in the sky while the occasional chirpings of little birds rode against the wind as it rustles leaves after leaves in mischief. The table was filled with steaming hot dishes and table wares neatly arranged for the people to simply use them as they like. The man with his glasses perched atop his proud nose, peered into the woman with flush cheeks resembling a ripe tomato. The tip of her ears is suspiciously red, with her lower lips held captive in between her perfect set of teeth. What is wrong with her? Retracting his eyes from her, his eyes inadvertently trace the object of the woman’s attention. His jaw clenched, as his gaze lead him towards the direction of a man who has an irritatingly gentle smile playing on his lips. He frowned. "Helga, please do lead the prayer before we start our meal," Beltran muttered unaware of the man's
“What do we need to talk about?” I couldn’t help but take a step back. Unconsciously giving him enough space to enter, as his sight briefly rake over my figure. Clearing my throat in a gamble to shirk the tense atmosphere away, I withdraw my gaze from him as I suddenly recall that I am only wearing a robe with nothing underneath except for my undies. I uncomfortably wave my hand and gesture towards the couch situated near the floor-to-ceiling window. Fortunately, Martin lifted his legs without saying anything while still carrying his serious and unflinching face. “I don’t have coffee to offer you, but do make do with the wine on the table if you’d like,” shifting my weight unto my other foot, I incoherently mumbled, as my guts are getting antsy, I proceeded, “And if you don’t mind I’ll just finish my bath in a minute, so I’ll be going.” Just as th
‘Why do you have a grave when you're here, alive and kicking?’ ‘Martin perished, but I don't.’ ‘What do you mean by that- ‘ ‘Hush, I'm not in the mood to answer questions but l am in the condition to bang you.’ He perished? Martin’s words keep ringing beside my ears causing ripples of confusion to form inside my brain. How can that even be possible? He clearly played a trick against me. Chasing the unwanted thoughts away, my attention was shifted into the fast-moving scenes through the glass window. The car's speed gradually slowed as the traffic increases. It was an early morning so it was expected to use the road at the same time as those employees who are on the way to their respective works. Pedestrians are similarly congested as their feet shuffled towards their building, al
The scene before Nadia's eyes was gradually filled with fog. The wall, become transparent while the tiled floor under her feet became dirt as the ceiling atop her head vanished into a dilapidated roof. Her mind travels back to the days she considers both a nightmare and a rebirth. Nadia grew up without knowing who her father was. Her mother single handedly raised her into a teenage girl. Their life revolved with only the two of them, it was a simple life that made them contented with. Although gossipmongers often point their judging fingers at them behind their back for being a mother and daughter out of wedlock it does not really bother them. However, everything changes when a man came knocking at their door, claiming to be her father. Salvador Balthazar. The man who offers her a new shelter, wealth and identity in exchange for everything she eve
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