Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her? The navy gown clung to her body effortlessly. If anything, she could easily get mistaken for an angel fallen upon the earth. God. I pushed the thought away. What the actual fuck was I saying? She was a fallen angel sure, one just like Lucifer at least. Fallen upon me to frustrate the living daylight out of me. Her face glowed under the moonligh
~^~ Is he alive… He's alive… I couldn't get that Enigma out of my head. I couldn't get that possibility out of my mind. All these years I thought my brother was dead. I tried to suppress the uncontrollable urge to just jump to a crazy level. It couldn't be possible that he was still alive, he met with an accident back home in Florida. He died three years ago. Didn't he? Yet, the solid piece of evidence in my hand staring right at me said otherwise. I gave the little card another glance to ensure I wasn't tripping off my sanity. It was real. The writing was his and it was addressed to someone Called 'B,883.' The card had my brother's very own signature, last week's date, and a request to meet at an apartment building with the number in it. Honesty, I found the card by accident At the bank when someone pushed me by mistake and I dropped my bag. Lo and behold, the card was staring right at me on the floor. It seemed as though someone had accidentally dropped it. Maybe it was pla
~*~ "I will repeat myself for the third time, give us the folder miss." Hot mess! This is a hot mess! How did they know I had the file on me? It was deeply tucked in my bag. And who are these people? "Uhm, I'm sorry I think you have the wrong person. I'm not from around here and I have nothing with me." I replied with the most polite tone ever. " You work for Salvatore right?" Another of them asked with a Russian accent. Salvatore? Was that the name of a bird?- "We can help you if you give us the folder willingly, we do not have to take it forcefully." The first man said again as he began moving close to me. I took a step back. And another. And another, until I bumped into what seemed like a wall…. No I mean, a human. "You don't have to make it hard miss, give us the folder." He said from behind me making me shudder in fear. "We know you work for Salvatore, and we won't hesitate to end you this instant." "What? No! I have no idea who Salvatore is." I stat
My head ached.My eyes were so heavy it hurt.The light on the ceiling made it more difficult for me to fully open my eyelids. Wait, I don't know this place! Where was I?I tried myself to move up from this oddly comfortable bed. It was like I had someone shoot arrows through my stomach….. Forcefully, I got myself off the bed and took notice of the room I was in. It was large and unbelievably neat. Everything was in perfect order, from the books to the pencil in the bed head.Walking towards the full sized mirror I saw how shattered I looked, my hair was everywhere and my clothes-Good lords!Oh my Lord!I wasn't in my regular clothing I had on before, instead I was wearing this white shirt three times bigger than me. Where am I….. whose shirt is this?Panic shook me as I ran my hair through my already horrible hair and paced around the room. Wait. What time was it?I rushed to open the curtain just across the room where I was met with the most spectacular view ever! The New York
Speak of the Devil's son! Turning around, I saw the Adam from earlier. The one who bargained for me earlier. As he came close to me I could almost feel a sort of coldness penetrate from him, it was intimidating. He even dared to take up my personal space being only inches away from me. His eyes cut through me. There was something about him that would want to make you drop dead..... Literally. The reeked of power and control, a kind of individual that could control your thoughts just by glaring at you. His dark messy hair contrasted from his deadly gaze. It was more of a cute little kid's shaggy haired look when he got out of bed. But his face gave the ' I hate humans and I'm going to kill you' look. He genuinely looked like he was going to do something terrible to me. The way he clenched his teeth and tightened his jaws added to the defined features of his shamelessly beautiful face. "Ungrateful little thing." He muttered softly for only me to hear. I was actually unable to sp
After crying and blaming myself for absolutely everything reason I could think off, I dragged myself down into a sitting position when I felt my hair becoming damp. No, no. Becky Grey does not cry.Beck does and wouldn't cry!I just hated this feeling, I hated feeling powerless and weak. No man had the right to keep me locked up in his place no matter how shamelessly beautiful he was. His personality was the worst if it all. How dare he just demand me like that!I am not some object he could buy or a dog he could command .I had to get out of here. I moved to open the big door like structure and I realized it was a balcony. Woah!I'd be dead if I jumped off there. Dear even before I hit the ground.And I couldn't just walk out the door, those men would stop me. What on earth did I do to get myself in a situation like this?I just shrunk myself on the floor resting my head on my kneel hopelessly wishing this was a bad dream I'd wake up from.I had dozed off, but it wasn't morning
Barely 24 hours into knowing this self centered man, i already hated him..He bit on my neck and I felt something slipped from it, but I was already feeling too drowned to realized anything."Say, how such little gesture from me could take you on a journey of temporary dumbness without your knowledge." He mocked with a hint of arrogance in his voice.He was breathing directly into my skin. God I couldn't focus any longer…. One more direct touch from this arrogant bastard and I'd be dead, dead from too much sensation."A very delightful evening to take something of great value from you, don't you think Suka?" He mumbled into my ear as I felt something clicked from my neck.Wait wasn't that...He stood up from me holding out the chain I had around my neck. ~No that was the last thing reminding me of home ~"Give it back!" I shouted at him and I got up and tried reaching out for it, but he help me out opening the locker and studying my family; My birth parents, my brother along with my
I felt so stiff, so cramped. I tried to turn myself around from this awful position I was sleeping in.Big mistake."Ow…" I groaned as I tried to get myself up from falling in the ground. "Becky!" A newly farmiliar voice rang, Alberto."Oh my God! Are you alright?" He asked as he helped me up.I didn't remember how I fell asleep. I remembered pestering that arrogant bastard to tell me how he knew about my brother, or if he knew of my brother's whereabouts. He didn't even bulge when I told him I wasn't going back to my room unless he told me.That douche head left me here!" Wow, this is the first girl I ever saw that slept too much. I almost thought you were dead." I heard another voice say with a laugh, Haha! Very funny Roberto.Trying to open my eyes fully seemed impossible, it actually hurt being around all their light."I…..What…" was all that managed to come out my mouth. I had actually wanted to ask what time was it. But I couldn't compose my words because my sleep after effec