I will not water myself down to make me more digestible for you. You can choke. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|In the doorway of the kitchen, he stood, arms folded over his chest, leaning casually against the doorframe with legs crossed. His presence exuded a charismatic devilry, a demeanor he wore with habitual ease.His expression remained blank, but his gaze bore into me, probing for unsaid truths. My hand instinctively pressed against my chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall beneath my palm. His sudden appearance had caught me off guard, inducing more of a terror than surprise. My heartbeat raced at a wild pace. "You scared me!" I exclaimed, attempting to steady my breath. His body features visibly relaxed before he said in response to my statement, "Didn't realize you were so easily startled." His calculated gaze, remained focused on my face as if searching for something elusive. Rolling my eyes, I turned around to put the cold pizza in
I fear not the vastness of the open, but the suffocating darkness that conceals what I should know. -Unknown.|K I R I L L|There's no denying it—she's concealing something, and I'm certain of it. It could be a seemingly innocent secret she's embarrassed about, or it might be as trivial as harboring ill intentions. Either way, it poses a potential danger. Secrets wield a certain level of risk, especially when they involve others.Returning to our penthouse, a shared space with my younger brother Lev and our three comrades from the batrava— Ivan, Alex, and Nikolay—I ensured Lev was already asleep before summoning my friends to the office room for an impromptu and urgent meeting.In the cocoon of dimly lit secrecy, I ushered my friends into the solemnity of the office room. The worn furniture whispered of countless clandestine meetings, each scar and scratch a testament to the history we carried. The air
She is strong, but not in the ways most people think. She loves more than she'll ever get back and she knows it. And yet, she loves anyway. - J.M. Storm|A L E E Z A|In the cold, shadowy room, I huddled against the damp wall, my once-bright clothes now stained and torn. The air felt thick with fear, and the only light flickered dimly overhead.My trembling fingers traced the dampness on the wall as I cast terrified glances at the rusty, imposing door. The chilling creaks of the old building blended with distant whispers, making the silence even more sinister.Why am I here? I did nothing wrong. I do not bully people, I do not shame them, anyhow. Yet, here I am. Please, I didn't do anything," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the oppressive darkness. "Let me go, please."I only remember being taken away from the park, near the penthouse. I sneaked out of the penthouse to make friends. I hate being alone and caged all the time. I d
Sometimes you don't realize the weight of something you've been carrying until you feel the weight of its release. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|When I dialed Lev, the last thing I expected was for his unpleasant brother to answer. Now that he has, I find myself uncertain about how to proceed. Clearly, sharing my nightmare and having him help ease my mind, something I anticipated from Lev, is not an option. Lev and his brother may share blood, but they are starkly different. While Lev exudes warmth like the sun, his brother emanates a coldness akin to the winter of Canada."Hello?" His grumpy and gruff voice once again echoed in my ears, pulling me back from my thoughts. "Who is it?" he inquired, I could practically hear the annoyance dripping from his voice.I furrowed my brow. Is this person oblivious? I'm fairly certain Lev saved my number under Aleeza with a pink heart when he first added it. So, either he's unfamiliar with the concept of
Being deceived feels like standing on solid ground one moment, only to find it crumbling beneath your feet the next. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I do not like dark chocolate and certainly not the iconic show that plays on the tv screen ahead of me, displaying nothing but utter bullshit. I am not even sure why did I came here. When I picked the call on Lev's phone, which he left in my room when he returned to his, I did not expected it to be her. I did not thought that she out of all would be calling her at such inappropriate time. I always had an idea that there might be something between the two of them, but when the phone call rang like a fucking prove to it, I had this strange urge to crush the damn phone. But despite it, I picked it up and showed my arrogance by refusing to acknowledge her even though the caller id displayed her name in big bright letter with a pink fucking heart. Though, when I picked her call and after a beat of few
It's like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands – elusive and intangible. I just wish I knew what caused the rift between us. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|Leaning back in my chair, the white top clung casually as if it had been chosen for its ability to effortlessly match the laid-back vibe. The hot pink tight skirt, on the other hand, screamed a pop of rebellion against the sea of mundane college attire in the cafeteria.My honey blonde hair are tied up in a loose ponytail with a few strands out, making a mess. Lev and Anna flanked me, their expressions mirroring a shared comfort in our routine.I grinned, tapping my fingers on the table. "You won't believe what happened in class today," I began, gesturing with my hands to emphasize the drama of the situation.Lev raised an eyebrow. "Spill it, Zee. Don't leave us hanging."I launched into the tale, hands illustrating each twist and turn, and Anna leaned in, her eyes widening with every det
I never knew words could bruise until I felt the impact of his callous remarks. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|When he left the table, I could not just sit down and watch him leave after I noticed the sudden change in her behaviour. I excused myself from Lev and Anna, a fabricated pretext hanging on my lips. Walking past the corridor he took a left turn, next and I followed him, discreetly. He stopped ahead of the library and entered it. It is ridiculous to imagine him in a place like library, with a book in his hand, engrossed in the writing so much that he forgets the world around him. But now that the thought is imprinted in my head, I can not help but think how impressive he would look like that. Weaving through the book-filled aisles, I caught up to him just as he reached for a book. Without a word, I grabbed his arm and gently pulled him into a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and library etiquette.In the shadowed corner, the unspok
It's like standing at a crossroads of emotions, and every path looks equally perplexing and inviting. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Stepping into the guy's locker room is like entering a world of teenage craziness. The air smelled like a mix of sweat and deodorant, a scent only a high school locker room could have. The lights overhead were flickering like they were in on some secret joke, trying to brighten up the place but not doing a great job.My little brother Lev and I weaved through the narrow spaces between rows of lockers. Each thud of a locker door closing echoed through the room, blending with the laughter and talk from other students. It was like a teenage soundtrack playing in the background.Anna, the new friend of Lev stormed inside the boy's locker room with the bag strap on her shoulders and a big framed glass resting on her nose. She is a redhead and her actions really goes with her personality. She is rebellious. "Did you heard
I dreamt of it. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|I slipped into the peach-colored bridesmaid dress, feeling its soft fabric cascade down my body. The slit on my right leg added a touch of elegance, while my hair, tied up in a loose bun with a few locks framing my face, completed the look. I applied a swipe of lipstick, then turned to see Kirill, my boyfriend, dressed in his tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever.As he approached me, circling one arm around my waist, I couldn't help but smile up at him. Adjusting his tie, I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb caressing it gently. Leaning in, he cupped my jaw, and our lips met in a tender kiss. Despite the months that had passed since I was shot, I could still see the fear in Kirill's eyes, the fear of losing me.To dispel that fear, I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I was unashamedly addicted to this man; he was my everything, filling every corner of my heart and soul. Breakin
In the end, the togetherness is all that matters. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|As I paced back and forth in front of the operation theater, my heart felt like it was caught in a vice grip, each beat echoing in my ears like a relentless drumbeat of dread. All I wanted was to hear the doctor come out and tell me that she was completely fine, that she was okay, that she was safe. But as I glanced down at my hands, still stained with her blood, the reality of the situation hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest.I saw the way she had slowly closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the darkness, and my chest tightened with a pain so sharp it felt like I was being stabbed with a thousand knives. But she must not know me well enough if she thinks I would ever let her go so easily. No, I would fight tooth and nail to keep her with me, to bring her back from the brink of death and into the light once more.As I glanced around at the worried faces o
Is it the end or the beginning? -Unknown. |K I R I L L|My pulse raced as the tension thickened in the room, suffocating us in its grip. "Shoot him, Aleeza," Nicolas's voice cut through the silence like a knife, commanding her to take action, but her hesitation spoke volumes, a silent protest against the violence that threatened to consume us all.I watched in disbelief as her fingers trembled on the trigger, the weight of her decision bearing down on her like a heavy burden. Lorenzo's arrival only added to the chaos, his voice a jarring intrusion in the tense standoff."What the fuck is happening here?" Lorenzo's words echoed in the room, his eyes scanning the scene with a mixture of confusion and concern."Stay back, Lorenzo," Nicolas's response was swift and dismissive, his tone laced with authority.Lorenzo's plea for reason fell on deaf ears as Nicolas's resolve hardened. But her trembling hand betrayed her fear, a silent plea
But if the story is over, why am I still writing the pages. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|As the echoes of gunfire reverberated through the mansion, I wasted no time in arming myself, reaching for my gun tucked away in the wardrobe. It felt familiar in my grip, a cold weight that offered both comfort and reassurance in the face of danger.I spared a fleeting thought for Lev, grateful that I had sent him back to college when news of the impending war reached our ears. He may have grown up in this world of violence and bloodshed, but he had not been groomed for it like I had. It was a relief to know that he was safe, far away from the chaos that threatened to engulf us.With my weapon in hand, I rushed towards my father's room, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I knew what awaited me on the other side of that door, and yet I pushed aside any doubts or fears that threatened to cloud my mind.As I entered the room, I found
He can never go unseen in a world where I exist, because, he is all I see. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|As I paced back and forth in the dimly lit study room, my mind buzzed with thoughts of the impending war. The tension in the air was palpable, weighing heavy on my shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear alone. The news of the Russians' brazen attack on Lorenzo's warehouses and the theft of a rare piece from Nicolas had sent shockwaves through our family, igniting the flames of conflict that threatened to consume us all.Viktor Volkov's name hung in the air like a dark cloud, his reputation preceding him as a force to be reckoned with. The Russians were moving with the speed of light, leaving destruction and chaos in their wake. And yet, despite the looming threat, I couldn't bring myself to ask my brothers to show mercy or to slow down their plans. The war was not just between two gangs; it was a battle that involved hundreds, even thousa
Everything is fair between love and war. But what if the war happens for love itself? -Unknown. |K I R I L L|The days dragged on in a blur of solitude and emptiness. I hadn't spoken to my father since returning from Italy, my heart heavy with the weight of farewell unspoken. And Nikolay... Nikolay, once a trusted friend, now a betrayer who had shattered the fragile trust between us. The knowledge that he had revealed my feelings for Aleeza, leading to her abduction, weighed heavily on my soul.I missed her desperately – her warmth, her scent, her smile, every little detail that made her who she was. But more than that, I missed the possibility of a future with her, a life where we could be together without the shadow of our families' rivalry looming over us.I sat alone in my room, the glow of the laptop screen illuminating the darkness that had settled within me. Every attempt to devise a plan to reunite with Aleeza ended in defeat, eac
The pain of this separation, who else can truly fathom? Only one whose heart has burned with the flames of agony can comprehend the anguish within. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. As I stirred awake, I reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty and cold. Panic surged through me, and I sat up abruptly, scanning the room for any sign of him. Desperation fueled my actions as I checked the bathroom and every corner of the room, but he was nowhere to be found.The realization hit me like a wave, crashing against the shores of my heart. He had left. The emptiness in the room mirrored the void that now consumed me. I refused to believe it, clinging to the hope that maybe he was just in another room or perhaps getting breakfast. But deep down, I knew.My eyes fell upon a paper, neatly tucked under the paperweight on my side table. Hastily,
It was not supposed to end like this. It was supposed to be a beginning of our story. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|The room seemed to constrict around me as I took in the sight of her bandaged arm – an inadvertent canvas of her silent suffering. Each wound, a stark reminder of the pain she had chosen to bear. My gaze lingered, tracing the contours of her hurt etched into her delicate skin.As she recoiled from my touch, an impenetrable distance yawned between us. Her words, a heavy verdict, hung in the air, condemning me for the betrayal she believed I'd committed. The truth, fragile and earnest, seemed elusive, slipping through my grasp like sand through fingers.Desperation clawed at my throat as I sought to bridge the emotional chasm. Her guarded skepticism stood as an impenetrable fortress, and the question that hung between us – "What if you're lying again?" – echoed the haunting specter of doubt.My plea, a trembling admission of wi
And, between all the misunderstandings the line between the truth and the lies blurred. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The breakfast table served as a stage for our daily performance of familial normalcy. I draped myself in a full-sleeved top, a feeble attempt to conceal the secret beneath.I sensed Lorenzo's watchful gaze. "Full sleeves in this weather?" he queried. A forced smile played on my lips as I replied, "Just felt like wearing it."An unspoken agreement lingered in the air, urging everyone to avoid delving deeper into the complexities veiled by my seemingly mundane choice.Yet, for me, each day was an unspoken battle. The small cut that marked the beginning had evolved into a clandestine ritual—a silent plea for respite from the storm within. I had a cut on my wrist for every night, when I begged to sleep without pain and requested the almighty above to help me, to save me. But when nothing helped me, I helped myself in The way tha