Standing in front of the door she was more than familiar with, she stretched her hand out and knocked loudly on the door. Knowing Bell, she was probably still snoring at such time in the morning. But Mystique wouldn’t blame the lady, she now was working hard to make ends meet and now that she had moved out, Bell would have a hard time trying to pay the rent all by herself.
Mystique lowered her gaze suddenly feeling melancholic at thought of burdening her friend. She sighed overthrown but, her streams of thoughts were interrupted when the door unclasped to reveal a wretched and half-asleep Bell, with messy hair and an oversized shirt that was below her thighs.
“What!” Bell snarled at her friend who had a blank face. She rolled her eyes and went back inside, leaving Mystique stagnated at the door. It wasn’t like She needed an invite anyway.
Mystique shook her head and followed after her friend but She fou
"What would you like to eat, Mystique?" Damien asked the other lady sitting beside her friend who tagged along even when the grim man showed her a sour face, he had no choice to take her alone as they now sat together in a fancy restaurant. "Whoa Mr. Martinez, all these food costs more than my allowance for a month" Bell answered, her gaze glued on the menu. Damien rolled his eyes, he was asking Mystique, not the other man. "Mystique?" He grilled as he called over a male waiter. "Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked, readying his notebook as his gaze traveled around the table till it landed on Mystique and it stayed there, his throat making a gulping sound as he took in the beauty of the lady that was glowing before his eyes. Mystique shook her head before lifting her gaze only to be met with the intense stare of the serving-man. He almost looked like he was drooling. M
"Frasier?" Mystique stared gapely at one of her worse nightmares while in college. The man name Frasier only smirked seeing the other's shocked demeanor "Hey babe, what are you doing here?" he asked in a silly voice, annoying the crap out of Mystique with his presence as she frowned instead. After so many years, the bastard still looked the same. Dark-colored eyes, matching his dark hair, tan skill, and a stupid smirk that Mystique loathed so much. she eyed him, feeling nauseated. Frasier was one of the few mistakes Mystique made while in college. They attended the same college together where one could say they dated. Mystique only went out with the asshole because she wanted to be among the crowd but it ended badly for her when she found out the idiot only wanted to get between her legs. That night, Frasier invited her out to a club to hang out with his friends. That was the first time Mystique e
Mystique stared hellaciously at the man who had a stolid expression as he worked on patching Mystique's wounded arm as they were now in the kitchen where, she was sitting on the counter, a first aid box opened widely beside her. Unanswered questions sprinted through her head as her eyebrows narrowed in disconcertment. The little melodrama that took place earlier was still fresh in her brain but how could she forget such a chronicle play in just a few seconds. she continued to stare unblinkingly at Damien, who unremitted what he was doing. Mystique shifted her gaze away as she blinked a few times. Should she ask, she had a right to ask right?, Would Damien snap at her for being nosy. Mystique couldn't stop reckoning till she finally came to a decision. "Damien..." Damien interposed. "She's my aunt, turned stepmom. My dad married her a week after my mom's deat
Stimulating the next morning, Mystique tried to stretch only to ascertain an arm snaked tightly around her waist, making it arduous for her to move her body. Opening her eyes slowly, the first thing that came into sight was the snoozing face of Damien Martinez, who had his arms encircled securely around her while Mystique had her head rested against his unclothed chest, listening to his tranquilized heartbeats. Mystique beamed as she recalled the past events as she gazed exuberantly at the grim man a blurry vision with her glasses. She couldn't explain the feeling of adrenaline that rushed through her body like a wave. Shifting her body forward slowly, she pecked Damien's cheek lightly, her cheek turning like that of crimson as she went back to her position, resting her head against Damien's chest, where it rightfully belonged enjoying the smallest sensation of warmth. "I want a future with you too" she whispered. As she recalled the lov
Reaching the highest floor in the building, Mystique made her way out from the elevator with a little lunch box in hand. Stepping into the floor, Mystique was surprised to find nothing in sight, not even a secretary's table but a door that must lead to the CEOs office. With a shrug, she headed towards the door and knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a lady in a short mini skirt and a blouse that was showing too much cleavage. Mystique gazed questioningly at her but the lady was busy scanning her from head to toe before rolling her eyes. She held the door opened and instructed Mystique to enter rudely. Paying no mind to her childish behavior, Mystique stepped in but instead of a CEO's office, she was met with another hallway but this time, a secretary's table was outside a glass door. The lady went behind her desk and sat down. "What can I do for you?" She continued with her infantile manners. My
To kill a monster, you must become one yourself *~* Cracking of bones, screams of anguish and agony, reddish liquid spread all over, the sound of lugubrious cries, taste of salty tears. All were like a melodious sound to his ears, and a blissful scene in his eyes. His lips curved into a smile, his smile was sadistic, atrocious, inhumane, and fiendish, a complete display of the man he was, the real rapscallion in our closet, the nightmares that stalked the weak, languid, and even the vigorous of mind. He was he. Advancing, he held the man’s hand, who was tied to a hand chair, his face badly wounded, his clothes tattered and smudge, his body deficiently bludgeoned, and lastly, a dagger was buried in his left thigh, emanating with reddish liquid as his breaths were slackened and wimpish. One could say the man was barely alive. The monster smirked in gratificati
"That's your baby!" The female doctor enunciated, using ultrasound on Mystique's three months pregnant stomach. Mystique's eyes drenched at the contiguity of her little one, the life she and Damien bred. Mystique gripped Bell's hand tightly. "It's Cute," Bell remarked, gazing zealously at the machine from where she was standing beside the bed, holding unto Mystique's hand. "Your pregnancy is thriving greasy as long as you stay cautious and strain" The doctor informed. "I was expecting to see your husband today as he normally comes for your check-ups, he didn't come?" She pointed out. Mystique tardily sank her gaze dolorously before answering. "He couldn't make it" "Oh, that's too bad but he could be present to know the sex of the baby. Am sure he wouldn't miss that" The doctor passed as she put away the scanner and Mystique sat upright, straightened her shirt.
Nabbing a cigarette from her pants, Harriet ignited it up and stuck it between her lips as she took a long drag before releasing a cloud of smoke into thin air from where she was lounging at the dining area in Damien's condo, convoying the other lady squatting on one of the couches, motionlessly. Bell had gone to the kitchen for water as what she just stumbled upon was jarring, hair-raising, and unannounced. Harriet smirked. She couldn't blame the other as she would feel the same if she was assailed unanticipatedly. Mystique was pocketing it too readily from what she envisaged. she was anticipating the other to go through some attack just as she was informed but she got none. Mystique sighed, the silence was gauche and nettlesome for an arduous Mystique who kept buffing her palms together perturbed, licking her dehydrated lips, shutting her eyes as she felt a headache acting up. "Here, have t
Okay, first of all, I wanna thank everyone for reading my book, especially those who have been extra patient with me through out. A special shout out to everyone, thank you, thank you thank you. I love you guys so much because you made me realize I have some talent in writing (even though it's little) I wanna thank everyone again for being patient with me, for reading and looking pass my errors because I swore they would be many. You all have been so supporting to the point I couldn't bare to leave this story half way even if I wanted to at first. Thanks again for your votes, your reads, your comments, your support and patience because I really really appreciate the effort and time you took in reading this book. So, this is where we depart. Hope to see you again in my other stories.
Unconsciously she smiled as a warm sensation raced through her. Still, with her eyes closed, she held the soft pillow tightly but instead of softness, she was met with a hard yet soft and warm surface.Since when did her pillow become this hard yet so warm and comfortable. Unconsciously, her hands moved on their own, tracing everywhere just to make sure it was her pillow."Keep touching me and you'll regret it" a deep husky voice rang in her ears and her eyes jerk opened and instantly met the orbs of her husband of almost a year now.Mystique consciously smiled as she moved closer to that warmth that was raging from the other person. "Good morning" she uttered in a low soft tone as she slowly shut her eyes but the other person didn't buy it as he suddenly hovered over her which made Mystique open her eyes. "What," she asked lazily with fluttering eyes."I want you!" Damien burst out gazing down
"Damien?!" Mystique called with uncertainty in her voice and her breath immediately got caught in her throat and when the person before her took off his hoodie from his head, finally revealing his identity, Mystique nearly lost her balance but she held herself steady with the couch.Then she burst out laughing at her misfortune as tears gathered in her eyes and her heart pound faster than it had ever done before. She immediately placed a hand over her chest and clenched tightly."Are you alright?" Damien asked worriedly taking a step forward but Mystique held her palm out, stopping him on his tracks."Shut up, you are just another one of my nightmares, just my imagination again" she uttered to herself with her eyes shut tightly."But Mama, you are not dreaming," Dean said as he ran to Damien, slipping through her hands who tried to catch him."Dean, come back here. That's not you
"Dean, who is at the door!?" Mystique's loud voice came from the inside."Daddy?!" The young child passed with uncertainty but when the man outside his doorstep lifted his head and gazed into his eyes that bared so much familiarity, Little Dean's heartbeat fastly beneath his chest and he slammed the door shut.Mystique came out from the kitchen with a towel wiping her hands clean to find her son standing there with his back pressed against the door, his hand clenched tightly on his chest while he stared blankly as if he had just encountered a ghost outside his doorstep."Dean, what is it, who is at the door?" Mystique asked worriedly seeing her son's actions as she advanced."He's at the door!" The young boy muttered to himself."Who is at door?" Mystique grilled again as she was now standing in front of him."Daddy" The boy revealed in a whisper and Mystique
Through the years, everything the Miller's owned had been transferred to Mystique and Damien's wealth and his family wealth had also be transferred to her name, one could say she was bathing with money but being unfit to look after two companies, Archer and Harriet' because the temporary owners till Mystique was ready to take responsibility which would take a whole lifetime. "I'm surviving Harriet" Mystique replied after a few seconds of silence. Harriet sighed and threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Jesus Mystique, you are a lost case!" Silently, Mystique moved around with the baby, and then, Bell, V, Liam, and Hikaru walked in and Mystique's eyes immediately met the sorrowful ones of Bell who was another lost case, another lost soul as Theo also never made it out from that fire. "Bell" Mystique acknowledged her best friend. "Mystique" T
"The shut down of AL Group of Companies has been a mystery and shock to the public as the sudden disappearance of the Martinez's had also been a big blow and after so many years, The CEO of AL companies, Appa Alice Martinez has been declared dead by the police in a fire after a careful investigation while the disappearance of Damien Martinez remained unknown....!""Dean, switch off that television this minute!!" a loud voice shouted from a distance and five tiny fingers immediately grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, and laid down on the large couch while hugging a teddy bear tightly to his chest and shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep as the clicking sound of footsteps could be heard and soon, a young lady came out from the hall with a little girl in her arms.The girl giggled at the kid lying on the couch as the man put her down and scrolled over to the couch."Dean?" She called in a warning tone and t
While the five men carried Archer, Harriet, Ichabod, and V on their backs and ran out, Bell and Hikaru struggled to pull Mystique away from Damien's cold body but she held him even more tightly, refusing to let go, wanting to join him as she wept and wailed to go with her lover.Finally being able to take hold of himself, Liam joined them as they were finally able to pull her away and dragged her out from sight while her cries got louder and louder by the minute.But Theo remained as he stood quietly in front of his mother before squatting down to her level as she laid on the floor struggling to breathe as she pants while her entire right arm was gone.She gazed up at him, her breathing began to come out slowly as her eyes suddenly softened at the sight of her son, her eyes showing an emotion he had never seen in his entire existence, something she lacked for so many years, the affection that only a mother could di
Please vote and comment.*~*"This is taking way too long" Madam clasped her hands together, following the locale with avidness. How congenial. She giggled internally.Damien unflinchingly stared at his once hobnobber directly into his eyes, trying to make out if this was one of those frivolous escapades they typically played at the last minute whenever their mission didn't go as planned but as he gazed intensively, he found nothing as he only saw lividity, contrition, execration, and anguish.Damien sighed inwardly as he realized how devitalizing this game was but he was determined to end it with or without Benvolio."Goodbye, Damien!" He enunciated as he slowly pulled the trigger when halted his movements when an obstreperous voice ejaculated."STOP!!" A voice unanticipatedly exclaimed and they turned in a time as Mystique ran and stood beside Damien
The more listened, the more her eyes felt like they wanted to pop out from her socket, the more her heart pound loudly beneath her chest, the more thousands of layers formed and doubled in his stomach. She gulped painfully but the lump that had formed in her throat refused to be gulped down and finally the recording came to an end and she was immediately upon her feet, forgetting that fact that she was still in her sleeping pajamas as she dashed for the door but Bell immediately caught her wrist, preventing her from escaping."Let me go Bell. It's a trap, she's gonna kill him" she said helplessly as her eyes sparkled with tears wanting to stream down her face so badly."He knows that but judging from the map, they had everything planned out" Bell assured him but Mystique shook her head as she didn't feel assured one bit.Finally, a single teardrop slipped out from his eyes. "This is Appa Alice Martinez we are talking abo