I once believed it was resentment, but beneath the surface, I found an unexpected possession – my heart staking its claim on the woman I never thought I'd want. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Her words hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension settling between us. The weight of her hurt bore down on me, and I met her eyes, searching for a trace of forgiveness that seemed elusive."You hurt me," she whispered, her voice a fragile echo in the quiet room. "Your words cut deep."I remained silent, the gravity of her accusation etching lines of unease on my face. Her hurtful expressions mirrored the turmoil within me, and I felt a pang of regret at the realization that I had caused her pain.Her words spilled out, fueled by the alcohol that danced in her veins. "You're a jerk, you know that? Hitting where it hurts."I looked at her, my gaze betraying the conflict of emotions swirling within. The possessive side of me, accustomed to defiance and re
The way she kissed me is a memory I can't escape, a magnetic force pulling me back to the moments where our lips met and time stood still. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|Her gray eyes, like a storm on the horizon, locked onto mine. In that moment, time seemed to hesitate, and the world around us blurred into insignificance. The air thickened with an unspoken tension as she closed the space between us, catching me off guard. My mind scrambled to process the sudden shift, but something in her gaze told me she needed this, and so did I.Her lips pressed against mine, and for a heartbeat, I hesitated. The unexpectedness of the kiss sent a shockwave through my senses. Yet, I didn't pull away. There was an enchanting intensity in the way she kissed me, as if each touch of her lips sought to erase the memory of another. Her arms circled my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss.The world outside our bubble ceased
Sometimes, the most misunderstood souls reveal their true beauty when you take the time to understand their complexities. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|I awoke to the gentle morning light, my head pulsating with the aftermath of the night before. Memories of a party with Lev and Anna, and a disconcerting encounter with someone named Niall, lingered in my mind. The unease from those moments settled heavily within me.Moving cautiously, I made my way to the bathroom, the ache in my head a constant reminder of a night I wished to forget. Splashing cold water on my face, I tried to wash away the remnants of the blurred hours.With a glass of water in hand, I ventured into the living room, hoping to piece together the fragments of the night.Just when I was going to sit down on my couch, a new yet familiar figure came in my sight. On my couch, which was definitely not a proper place for him, Kirill slept like a baby. Bathed in the morning light, h
To be noticed is to be valued, and for every glance that lingers on me, I am thankful for the acknowledgment of my worth. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The college hallway buzzed with the energy of a thousand stories, and as I made my way to the first lecture, I couldn't shake off the echo of footsteps around me.Lev's familiar face emerged in the lecture hall, and as he approached, a warm smile lit up his features."Morning, Zee," he greeted, his eyes catching mine. "Hey, Lev," I replied, attempting to mirror his cheerfulness. As we found seats together, his words cut through the air with a compliment that painted a blush on my cheeks. "You look beautiful today," he said, and his charming smile felt like a gentle breeze after a storm. I met his sand brown eyes with my own before I thanked him, "Thank you, Lev."Now that I think about it, it's been a while since he complimented me like this. He used to do it almost daily, what changed? Maybe the
Thankful for the sunshine you brought, annoyed by the clouds that quickly followed. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The entrance of the lecture hall felt like stepping onto a grand stage, where the spotlight immediately fixated on Kirill and me. His presence, effortlessly commanding attention, made every head turn. Whispers rippled through the room as we navigated the sea of curious glances. His aura of mystery and undeniable handsomeness—the object of many admirations—created a magnetic atmosphere.I chose my usual seat, a familiar corner where I could observe the unfolding drama of the lecture. To my bewilderment, he surprised me once again by settling into the chair right beside mine. I looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and confusion clouding my features, but he remained unperturbed, his gaze fixed on the blank board as though it held the secrets of the universe.He always used to sit in the last, then why the sudden change? When did he c
Her caring hands held the power to heal wounds and mend broken pieces, turning their story into a tale of resilience and love. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|"Hey, Zee, just checking in. Are you sure you can handle dinner on your own?" Nicolas' voice crackled through the phone.I rolled my eyes, playfully wielding a spatula. "Nic, I promise not to burn the kitchen down. Again."Tonight, I called my brothers, the reason being I missed them. I was reading a book and the siblings in the said book reminded me of my two over protective brothers. So, I ended up calling them while preparing dinner for myself. Lorenzo chimed in, his concern echoing through the phone. "You know, sorellina , it wouldn't hurt to come back home."I stirred the pot on the stove, a smile playing on my lips. "Enzo, I have a life out here, you know. Not everything revolves around home-cooked meals and family drama."Nicolas sighed. "Just come home. It's not the same without you
I am so pathetically intense, I just can not be any other way. -Sylvia Plath. |A L E E Z A|Morning unfolded in the quiet corners of my living room, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow on the scene. I stirred on the couch, the remnants of sleep clinging to my senses. I looked down at the same blanket, I covered Kirill with, on top of me. How did it come here? As I sat up, the clock on the wall announced the hour - 9 in the morning. The day had begun, and the world outside beckoned with possibilities.My gaze fell to the table, where a note lay under the weight of a forgotten paperweight. Kirill's unmistakable scrawl adorned the paper, a message that whispered promises of a morning tinged with unexpected warmth, "I whipped up breakfast for myself, but unintentionally made more than needed. Feel free to indulge if you fancy." His words, simple yet laced with a subtle invitation, curled a smile at the corners
Survivors have scars, victims have graves. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I felt the tension between us escalate as my fingers, almost instinctively, pinched her waist. She gasped, and in that moment, I seized the opportunity to deepen the connection. Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, I explored the uncharted territory, a silent invitation to a dance of desire.Her response was immediate, matching the passion with an intensity that mirrored my own desperation. She pulled me closer, her hands tugging at the ends of my hair, urging me to bridge the gap between us. The kiss became a battleground of urgency, a clash of desires that resonated in the groan that escaped me.Caught in the whirlwind of our shared passion, I groaned between the kisses, the urgency in her touch fueling my own desperation. Each movement, each embrace, spoke of a hunger that transcended words.She pulled away from the kiss, her chest rising and falling with ragged breath
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