2018Angela Seeing my dad stand in front of my room as I rush to round up dressing is not a usual sight. “This weekend was supposed to be just for us,” he said as he finally stepped in and sat on my bed, watching me.“Dad, you know I wanted this weekend for us too, but…. something quite important called,” I said, putting a final touch to my powder.“Something more important than our father-daughter hangout?” He asked with a pitiful look."C'mon, dad,” I started calmly, applying my lipgloss.“You always have somewhere to be when I need you, and now that I am busy for the first time, do you have a problem with it??”I said, looking at him, and I could feel his guilt grow.“I don't have a problem, honey. I just miss my little girl who begs me to play rock with her; now look at you wanting to spend time elsewhere.” He said and we both laughed. I put on my heels as I noticed my dad looking at me.“What is it, Dad?” I asked, smiling a bit because I knew he was going to say something
(2006)The rain poured down continuously. It was the type of rain that didn't come with the wind or thunder. It was gentle but non-stop. A way to make the funeral memorable; is Helen Maria Stone's funeral. Some would say the sky was also mourning the loss of a beloved soul. Beautiful cars, polished to a shine, lined the Streets of Colonia San Rafael leading to the cemetery, proof of the wealth and stature of the Stone family. The mourners dressed in black attire, huddled under black umbrellas, with white handkerchiefs used to wipe their tear-stained faces.Amidst the gentle patter of raindrops, the mourning congregation arrived at the cemetery: the prestigious Pantéon Francés, a place where the wealthy and influential laid their loved ones to rest. Here, within the neatly trimmed gardens of Pantéon, the final chapter of Helen Maria Stone's life would be written.Richard Stone stepped forward to the front of the gathered congregation, a hush fell over the assembly, his height made it e
(2018)There is a certain sweetness to solitude. Yes, that sounds depressing and absurd but I still stand by it. For some, solitude is a time of reflection, a chance to explore their thoughts and worry about things they can't change, sad. However, for me, alone time is a chance to clear my mind and reset. It's an opportunity to let go of everything. When I'm alone, I'm able to find a sense of stability and calmness that is hard to come by in the company of others. There's this power in being alone, and for me, this power manifests most palpably during the sacred ritual of dining alone. However, today that power wouldn't be manifesting as my father decided to eat with me on our grand table adorned with over twenty seats. Though my father had said nothing yet, the room was quiet, save for the gentle scraping of cutlery against plates and the quiet footsteps of the servants serving us. Even the air seemed still as if the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happe
It's a cold morning in Monterrey, the kind of morning that makes you crave a hot cup of coffee and I never say no to a coffee craving. So on my way to school, I branched to café Alma, a coffee shop just across from my school; Toppings Medical Academy.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee permeates the air as I step into my favorite coffee shop. The familiar sight of Fred behind the counter brings a smile to my lips, his warm greeting a comforting start to my day."Morning, Clara," he says with a friendly grin. "Morning Fred" I replied "The usual?" he asked, smiling back at him I nodded, he knows how much I love coffee mocha, apart from the fact that it calms me and prepares me for the day it also reminds me of my mom, she loved it too. "Allá," he said handing the coffee to me. "Thanks Fred" I gladly accepted my coffee, paid him, and took a seat just beside the window where I could get a beautiful sight of the city. Soon enough my best friend Chloe walked through the door making her
(2023)Donald Black paced back and forth in his office, his frustration palpable in the air around him. The news he had just received from his men was enough to make his blood boil. The shipment of 'Venom', the highly sought-after synthetic drug that promised immense profits for the Double Axe Mob, was nowhere to be found. It had arrived but couldn't be found, though he already knew what had happened. Despite Donald's best efforts, the Scorpiono Mafians had once again intercepted the shipment before it could reach its intended destination, just as they had done with the previous deliveries. It was becoming increasingly clear that they were playing a dangerous game with them. Toying with them like they were nothing.Donald knew the Scorpiono Mafians were underestimating the Double Axe Mob, failing to recognize the threat they posed. After all, the last confrontation had left scars that still haunted their memories. But this time, Donald was determined that the war would come to an end,
2018 Williams's POVAt a party I hadn't planned to attend, becoming the victim of a wine mishap felt rather unfortunate, I thought. That is, until I caught sight of the culprit behind the spill. I'm not one to be easily smitten, but there was something uniquely captivating about the green-eyed woman before me. Her eyes widened as she exclaimed, “Ooohh myyy God,” which should probably be the longest ‘O my God' I've heard.“I am so sorry, I…” she stammered, quickly dropping the glasses as she frantically started rubbing my shirt with her arms in a failed attempt to clean off the wine. I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips as I watched her expression move from shock to apologetic. Cute . "I really didn't mean to..." she continued, her words trailing off as I gently held her wrist to stop her. She shot me a look of surprise, her dark green eyes meeting mine as I studied her delicate features.“You are only making it worse. It's red wine,” I said.“What?” she questioned“Red w
2018: CLARAMy eyes slowly opened to the bright morning light streaming through the gaps in my curtains, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, only to find my gaze settling on the alarm clock—its glaring red numbers reading 8:00 AM, a full two hours past the intended 6:00 AM wake-up call. I must have slept through it.“Damn it, I overslept," I groaned.I immediately stood up from my bed, only to be met with a throbbing pain in my head and a wave of nausea.“Dang it, hangovers!!''I forgot the after-effects of one too many drinks. I remembered that I had an important physiology class.I ran to the bathroom, and within a little time I was out.I entered the closet to dress up, where My gaze fell upon my mom's dress from the previous night, triggering a flood of memories.There I was, sharing a conversation with an undeniably attractive man—holding his hand, looking into those pretty blue eyes.Of course, I was familiar with Robins Tyla; his presence at Toppings was well-known, but I had
2023In the cold, quiet night, a black BMW XM navigated the dimly lit streets of Cuba. Inside, Williams Stone sat calmly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. The city's dark glow cast a shadow on half of his chiseled features, giving him an eerie appearance. The car slowed to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts. Williams stepped out, his long black coat swaying slightly in the wind. With his hands in his pocket, he stood for a moment. Almost immediately, three imposing figures emerged from the shadows, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night."Do you have it?" Williams asked, his voice calm and authoritative.The men nodded, dropping two duffel bags on the floor.“Open it,” Williams commanded calmly. One of the men opened the bags, revealing specially designed capsules that concealed highly sought-after narcotics.Williams was able to establish a drug trade network through his medical connection, which has generated massive profits for the sco