I am a little different now. Because of you. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|As I stepped out of my apartment, Lev was already waiting near his car. The morning air carried a crispness that hinted at the approaching winter, and I greeted Lev with a thankful smile. He had offered to pick me up for college since my car was in service, and the gesture was a relief on a day that started with the usual rush.The drive to college was filled with random chatter, the kind that makes mundane mornings a bit brighter. We discussed trivial things—weather, weekend plans, and the ongoing construction near the campus. It was comforting to have Lev's easygoing company, a brief respite before the day's chaos unfolded.As we navigated through the usual traffic, the conversation naturally shifted towards Kirill. At the mention of his name, my mind drifted back to the heated case we shared in the silent corner of the library, the thrill of being caught or heard by
I broke my rules for you. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|My eyes shot open in the dead of night, jarred awake by an eerie sound that cut through the silence like a blade. I lay still, my heart pounding, trying to make sense of the unsettling noise that seemed out of place in the quietude of my apartment. It felt like an intruder, an unwelcome guest in the stillness of the night.Now, you might not know it but I am like scared of everything. Even the slightest change in usual things makes me afraid. Right now, I feel like someone is here for me, not in a positive way, of course. With a chill running down my spine, I cautiously slipped out of bed, my feet barely making a sound on the cold floor. The dim light from the moon spilled into the hallway as I crept forward, my ears strained to catch the elusive sound. Each step felt like a tentative exploration into the unknown.I hesitated at the entrance to the living room, bathed in the faint glo
There are days when I adore you just a little more than a human being can adore. -Vladimir Nabokov.|A L E E Z A|Perched on the cool kitchen counter, I observed Kirill's graceful movements as he navigated my kitchen with ease. The aroma of spicy jambalaya wafted through the air, adding a layer of warmth to the room. Kirill had arrived at my apartment straight from the airport, claiming he is hungry. I offered to cook, but he dismissed my attempt with a simple statement: "It's not your responsibility to feed me." I agreed, it most definitely is not. Swinging my long legs back and forth, I watched him work, his every movement a symphony of efficiency. At one point, as he tended to the fragrant jambalaya, he leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze sent butterflies dancing in my stomach, and I couldn't help the blush that crept up to my cheeks.Breaking the silence that lingered between us, I decided to address the u
She was never quite ready but she was brave. And, the universe listens to brave. -Rebecca Bay. |A L E E Z A|I woke up with a mix of excitement and nerves, its been two days since Kirill stormed in my apartment at midnight and turned my life upside down. Pushing these thoughts aside,I focus on the task at my hand and chose a white crop top and a vibrant red skirt, paired with elegant white heels. As I examined myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence.Arriving at college, I confidently navigated the hallways, aware of the eyes following me. Heading towards my class, a mysterious hand yanked me into an empty classroom. Panic surged through me as my mouth was covered, but my eyes met the familiar brown ones, and relief washed over me.Jerking away, I whispered-shouted at him, "You scared me,". Kirill's lips curled into a victorious smirk, his eyes appreciating every detail of my outfit. His words, husky and confi
Yes, yes, yes, I do like you. I am afraid to say the stronger word. -Virginia Woolf.|A L E E Z A|"No! He hates black." Lev shouted, rushing towards Anna who was all ready to set the black balloons. "Funny, how he always wears black." She retorted, handing the balloon to Lev before she walked upto the table where the cake would be cut. The cake is not here though, I have told Lev to check on the bakery once more tk get updates about the cake but he says that it is on the way, so I decided to believe him. Currently, I am helping Lev with the decorations. "He hates black decorations. Says it looks dull." Lev explained. All the information noted itself in my subconscious mind without even me realising. Since past few days, we have spent together I have come to realise that I am extra conscious to whatever that involves him. I glanced at the clock that hangs at the wall and checked the time. 11:05 pm. We still have fifty five minutes for all
He walked into my heart like he always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|The click of the door lock resonated through the room as Kirill dragged me inside, his urgency palpable. My eyes met his as he turned to face me, locking the door behind us. I couldn't help but grin, my anticipation matching his intensity."How do I look?" I asked, my voice laced with a playful tone. He cursed softly under his breath, a reaction that sent a thrill down my spine. In one swift motion, he closed the distance between us, his hand wrapping around my throat as he pressed me against the wall.His lips found the curve of my neck, peppering wet kisses that ignited a tingling sensation. A shiver ran down my spine as his mouth trailed downward, capturing my bare shoulder. I inhaled sharply, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for support. The intensity of his actions left me breathless, a heady mixtur
You are sinking so deep into my soul with time, that I fear you would end up ruining me. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|We are in the cafe, Kirill sat in front of me, his elbow resting on the table as he go throw the menu to order. He called the waiter and gave him our orders, my order seems like to be memorized by heart to him. He always says it, confidently, without having to think about it twice. We are here for the breakfast by the way, and people around me are staring. Not because I look like an epitome of beauty, but because I am overdressed for a morning breakfast in the cafe. I had blame it on the man who sat ahead of me. It is only because of him that I am now walking around the streets of California in the party dress. But, he says I should only focus on him. I blush, of course, it is something I can not control around this man. "You are getting conscious again," he pointed out, observing my discomfort about people staring at me l
I prefer silent conversations. Ones where body speaks and heart listens. -L.E. Bowman.|A L E E Z A|My heart raced as Kirill walked me back to my apartment, the air thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to envelop us. Every step felt like a dance, our hands brushing in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. As we entered my apartment, the atmosphere shifted, charged with an electricity that drew us closer, an undeniable force that I couldn't resist.My fingers traced the intricate design on my arm, only to look up and find him revealing his own ink. "Our thoughts etched in the same ink," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.My breath caught when I saw the tattoo on his arm – a vivid representation of my own eyes. The realization hit us simultaneously, a shared understanding that defied explanation. "How...?" I began, my words trailing off as Kirill's enigmatic smile left the mystery intact.His eyes, dark
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