Ava's POVNo one wants to be bad. But try being the girl, who spent all her life pleasing people, but ends up being all alone in the end. That's me. Rude, arrogant, and cold-hearted and there are many names, not the good ones, people use to characterize me. Am I all these?Maybe. People change. I did too.But believe me, I was not always like this. I recall when I was five and Iris three, more than mom and dad, she was my princess, I loved my sister more than anything. We had the best bond. Hurt her and I will damn you. That was how important she was to me. I would do anything for her to smile at me with awe and look at me as her hero. She was my pride. My sister was my gem. She was my cute, little chubby world. I would do anything, just to stretch those beautiful lips. When Iris first went to kindergarten, a fat boy pushed her, and she got a scrape on her knees. I was livid.The next day I punched that guy. Bullied him until he asked Iris for forgiveness. Dad was furious
"You know he will find me," I whispered, but I am sure Ava heard, considering we are the only ones in this small room, engulfed in silence. My hands ache from being tired up at the back of the chair, eyes are swollen because I haven't slept a wink. And I am exhausted. I don't know why, and how Ava and I reached here. What led to this?If one thinks I have the answer, then j doesn't. All I know is that something went wrong, something I don't have an idea about. It's not like we are not blood. Even if what Aunt Myra said, is true, then also it doesn't change the fact that Ava is my sister. She will always be. And no matter what she says I know she loves me. Always had. Or at least I like to believe, that she does. I don't know what made us drift apart, but I remember very well, even when she was pretending to despise me, she always cared for me from afar. Like when I will scrape my legs due to my clumsiness or habit of falling from bed, Ava would send maids to my aid. I know she
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
Iris's POV ------------------ 2 years later. Closing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction. Good duration from the aviation I am feeling because of this long flight. And also because I am an hour late. I should have been in New York. Dr. Iris Russo calms down, you will soon be with them. Dr. It feels so good to call me with the word. It's like my whole life and rebelling have all summed up into the small world. I am an official child psychiatrist now. And believe me, I don't think there was any job than this I would have enjoyed, I feel so great talking to those kids who have no idea of the mental problem they are facing. It feels good that they come to me to talk about their problems. And after becoming one I realized, only big ones are not the ones with problems, these small heads carry a lot of stress and burden and love every second of the job especially when they
I am going to end his doctorate career. I think angrily as I am kicked out of my wife's hospital room. They told me I am stressing her out, how can I stress her out, and if anything I am the one keeping her calm. They just don't understand but they will soon. And like I said I heard my wife scream and before I can count up there, the door to her room is again opened, and there stood he with his head now down and jaws ticked. " Sir, Mrs. Russo is not letting us touch her. Please." She grits the last word put and if I want this worried for my wife I would have smirked at her. That's my woman. I praise my angel as I walk past her inside but before I go I turned and my eyes widen, the hallway is filled with my fitness and family. Now I am the one feeling a little embarrassed as the doctor looks at my family and then at me and narrows her eyes at me. Instead of backing down I shrug and enter to see eyes looking at me angrily."How dare you live me alone!!!" she screamed so l
I was someone who always had complaints in my life. You can tell as much as I liked fighting for dreams, I was also someone who would complain if things didn't go my way. It's not my fault though. All my life since I started understanding things, I have been told that I am not enough and that I need to be better, and that I should be perfect. I hated being told so but was so little to argue about it, hence did as people around me told me and today I regret listening to other people. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self that she is perfect, she needs not to work so hard, she needs not to be so hard on herself, that the world is a vicious place and the only way you can survive in this world is by being you. You are the strongest perfection that one can ever achieve. Because in this world where people walk around you with so many faces, you will shine when you have your own and one only. But all of that doesn't matter because now I am also one of thos
Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband. And there are many reasons for it. But I will cut it down to, two most important. 1. He is as hard as steel. 2. It's our wedding night. So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples. And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain. Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it. The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it. My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can. Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago. And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this. "
" Are we done?" " No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made. Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner. And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat. It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite. I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them. But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up. And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment. The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for
Alexander's POV I never thought hearing two words would fill me with so much bliss. But I am feeling it. It's as if someone has given me happiness in the whole world. For the first time unlike me, I want to jump and scream to the whole world that I am the happiest man alive in the world. I have the woman, who I loved like I never knew I was capable of loving. Today I have made Iris Brooke mine in all ways. She is my wife. " I do." the beautiful words that left her lips are echoing in my head like beautiful music. And I want to hear them on a loop. The words of the pasture are fading and I am hearing nothing my eyes are fixed only on my beautiful wife, who has the most enchanting biggest smile plastered on her face. But all of a sudden her smile turns into a frown, and she looks from the paster to me, as of waiting for something, I don't understand her sudden reaction and look at everyone, and their eyes fixed on me with the same confusion. " Dude you are freaking ou
Iris's PoV Dad and I were still talking when we heard a knock at the door, we both simultaneously turned towards it to see mom at the door, she is looking beautiful as ever in her lavender dress. As she is also my bridesmaid. Dad and she exchanged an understanding nid and smiled at each other. I missed this smile a lot. It's not the same as they use to give each other every morning but it is something. This tells me, that they did talk and things are working out. "Don't run the horses in your head baby. " mom gives me a knowing. Of course, she always knows what I am thinking. "We are trying," she whispered coming to stand in front of me and besides me. From the moment she entered the room dad has his eyes fixed on her, not for once did he tell his eyes off her. And why won't he, mom is looking beautiful, let me tell you unlike me mom is a health freak, she enjoys her junk food but never forget to exercise, and she loves doing yoga. It's her regular, because of
Dear Angel I was someone who never believed in love let alone love at first sight. And then you came and changed everything. You became everything to me. Your thoughts confirmed everything that I had, my heart mind, and soul. You don't even know when you had me already wrapped around your fingers. You were in my bed, sleeping with a divine smile on your face, I am sure you were dreaming something good, your hair was sprawled on my pillow and you had your hands resting on my stomach. You had me captured, and you didn't even know, and when the Trance cracked, the first words that left my lips were, " Angel" That day when I first met you was a special bit there is another day that surpasses it and it always will. It is the day when you were drunk, sat on my lap, and named me Mr. Handsome. That was the first time you showed me a piece of your self and that day it was set that you are mine only mine. As much as I am you're. Always will be. I will take what I can give
I shook the scene out of my mind. I don't want to walk down the aisle wet. Not until our reception is over. After the first time, I wanted a small wedding, with friends and family only. And there was no debate on it because Xander and I were on the same page and so were put families. Hence there were not many people, only those who mattered. If you start noting down lessons of life, you will realize one of them is, that your circle of friends needs not to be big, it can be small, but all that matters is people who form the circle, should be loyal and real to you. That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away