Alexander's POV No sooner did, I hear the evil voice, I pushed Jacob more into the alley to keep him away from Josh's sight. The way we are standing, I am hoping he didn't see Jacob, even if he did, I hope his stupid bragging will give Jacob some time to get us some help. I am Alexander Russo, the moment we tracked Josh, I felt something was off. A trap waiting for us was no surprise to me. That is the reason, I kept my security on alert, one call and they all will surround the whole area, what is needed is just one call.Even if I get caught, I will be fine knowing that I am with her. And maybe there will be more chances of me protecting her. So if Josh thinks he can scare me, then he really till now didn't know with whom he messed. The only thing that s scaring me is that my angel is in his hands. She is the reason, that despite knowing that this could be a trap, I came here, just so I can see my angel. Her eyes are covered by a black cloth, she can't see me, but I can very
I am here with a red rose, ready to kiss and claim my sleeping beauty...but mine is a bit stubborn...loves her sleep a bit too much....... ME Emotions confuse people, manipulate them, to feel things that never existed, and sometimes not at all feel what was always there. It's an illusion, right in front of your eyes with the knowledge of what it is and still, you get blinded. My emotions for Ava were always like this, when I was running behind her, knowing she would never be mine, my heart convinced me I have moved on but the moment I would take one step forward the tug in my chest me pulls 10 timed stronger, being with her was too much hence I convinced myself that I over her. Over. A simple word, but as difficult to do when it comes to love. AvaShe was always there in some soft corner, hidden inside hard exteriors. I recall how I scolded my heart and tried to reason that she is not the girl who did us, and she never will be. And it's not because we never loved her enough. Bu
Only a broken knows how deep those pieces cut.....ME:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Life is a beautiful tale to some people and for some, it's only a tragic tale with a sad ending. And stories of love have both, you have no idea, whether your love story will be a tragic one or a happy ending. The funny thing is everyone cares about the person around whom the whole story revolves, but no one cares about the love life of people who play a major role in their stories, no one cares about their broken hearts. "Ideal. No, Iris, I am not ideal. You are ideal. Ideal daughter, sister, lover, human, and student. Iris ideal Brooke. Even your flaws were perfect. And my perfection, full of flaws. No matter what I did, I wasn't good enough ever, for dad, Alex, and everyone. It's you they all loved and I, I was supposed to cry on myself and understand, what happened and why did it happen. It was me whose engagement broke, but people were by your side supporting you, it
"Where are you going, Daddy?" Finally, my baby asked the same question, which I have been trying to get the answers for, for the last 20 mins. Hence just like my son, I look at my husband with glee waiting for him to feed our excited curiosities. "Somewhere. You will love it. " Not again!! I muttered in my head, this is the very same line, I am getting, each time I asked him the questions. And I don't know, what at this moment is irritating me more, the fact that my husband is keeping this somewhere place a secret, or the fact that my son, is getting too close to his dad. I mean, if it was me, whom he would have asked this question and got the somewhere answer, he would have eaten my brains out, asking again and again, where is somewhere.But now that's his dad, he is satisfied. Annoyed by both of them, I huffed and looked out of the window. Xan and Xander have bonded pretty well, and things for once being normal around us, free of any dramas, made the binding easier. Alwa
Iris's POV "Hey, mom..." I stop mid-sentence seeing Ava sleeping peacefully with her head on mum's lap. I smile, feeling warmth spread through my veins to chest, seeing the view of my mom running fingers through Ava's hair, while she sleeps peacefully has something serene spreading in the air. If I rewind everything about today's day, it was so relaxed and calm that it made me feel as if this was something, I so desperately needed, was just not aware of. After Xander dropped me, I came to know that mom wanted to spend some quality time with both her daughters. And the quality time we spent. Something we never did in past. We cooked, danced, cracked jokes, did the makeup of each other and whatnot. I know all of this is pretty cliche and filmy, but we enjoyed. We wanted to start somewhere and we did. We acted as if nothing out of ordinary happened in our lives. And touchwood, I want our lives to be just like this. I love my mom, but the way she handled aunt May and Ava si
IRIS'S POV Aai stare the empty side of the bed, and miss my husband,. I want to crawl. Dow from the same window and run to him. I am so used to sleeping in his arms, that I am missing him more than I have thought. Argh!!! Groaning I dig my face in the pillow and throw my legs in the air, smiling I recall the effort he pulled for me today. He is the best. It still feels like dream, all the differing of four years, makes me pinch myself all the time, still there are times when nightmares wake me up and scared I look beside me and it's only when I see Xandee and Xan by my side, that I feel peaceful. Feeling little perched I got up from the bed, I wore my slippers and walked downstairs towards the kitchen. I frowned and walked in to find mom sitting on the island, her eyes fixed on her phone, she is looking lost, she didn't even notice me walking into the kitchen. There is a sullen look on her face. " I am getting myself chocolate ice cream and I can share. " starle
Ava walks properly. You better come first. Your grades are not good enough. She is not your sister. She is not your mother. You won't share anything with her. That's too many calories, Ava. You are not eating that. You look like a beggar. What the hell are you wearing? He is rich. That's all the reason you need to marry him. Doesn't matter. She is not your blood. And if you want to be happy. We will have to kill her. She is not your mother. You can never be good enough!!! Never Never Never!!!!!! No!!! I woke up and was startled sitting on my bed. I wipe my face as if it is dam because of the sweat. Ky's heart thumping at a rate, in a natural and scared that it will stop any second. My fingers twitched and I fist my hands. I look around my room, to see darkness spread, it takes a few minutes for me to calm down and my eyes fall on the clock on my bedside table to see it is 33 am I sigh. Rub my face and keep it there. Another sleepless night. Same ni
Jacob stood at the entrance of the kitchen blinking. And it's not because Ava is sitting in front of him. Nope. He is at her mother's house, and her being here is natural. What he is blinking at and is finding hard to believe is Ava, sitting with a lot of calories and stuffing them, like she has no car for the world. And before he can process his thoughts and think about what he is found to do. He did something that he didn't think he will do. Blinking, he took quick steps toward a very confused Ava, who is studying his movements with confusion, and before she can figure it out she got more confused when Jacob placed his hands on her forehead." What are you doing?" Ava scowled swatting his hands from her forehead. " Checking, if you are down with fear," he replies still studying her face. His eyes swapped from the ice cream to her face. Finally, understanding dawned upon Ava's face and she rolls her eyes. " I am perfectly fine. Thank you very much. " giving him