Be gentle, Every heart hides many wounds that never bleeds. -Unknown|N I C O L A S|She won.Because I was hesitant to put my hands on her and hurt her, anyhow. But the thing that came to me as surprise was how she fought like a trained fighter. Like a professional.It was an amusement to watch her fight and actually fight her. Just to lose. I ignored the voice in the back of my head as I stare up at the white ceiling with my hands resting under my head.Tonight was bizzare and chaotic, from the fights between the girls and boys to the girls deciding to pass the night while watching a movie. So, all the girls now are in Crystal's room watching some movies and gossiping, I suppose, like most of the girls do.It's been already more than an hour for me trying to sleep. But sleep is nowhere near me while a certain someone is on my mind too much for my liking.Ending the misery of turning right and left in my bed just to end up with thoughts
I am an open book, but written in a cryptic dead language. -Unknown.|Z Y R A |"Okay, what did we miss?" Crystal asked when that fucker put me down on the ground in front of everyone.He actually carried me all the way to the penthouse over his shoulder like I weigh nothing more than a feather."A girl from your girl's night out?" Shawn remarked and that pulled out a laugh from Logan standing half-dead beside Shawn with heavy red eyes, indicating he didn't get enough sleep."She doesn't watch movies," Aleeza informed everyone in the room and I felt the tension building inside my body as I am forced to think how mt movies went in the past."Who doesn't watch movies?" Logan suddenly seem to be fully awake as he questioned in complete shock."She doesn't like it," Flora answered for me. I have no fucking idea why everyone in the room is suddenly so curious about my liking towards movies.Putting a full stop to everyone's sentence, Nico
Thunderstorms are proof that even nature needs to scream, sometimes. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|Why am I even here? It's fucking stupid. I should just turn around and walk away in the same direction I came from. It won't hurt being nice for once when the dude did nothing to deserve the cold shoulder. I fought the most difficult battle in my head just to knock on a fucking door. Fuck it!I threw all the overthinking in the trash can nearby as I knocked on the door in front of me inhaling a long breath before letting it go. He was quick to open the door as I come face to face with him in a matter of seconds after knocking. He stood there in front of me looking so fucking fine as usual. His eyes roamed over me from bottom to top as if he is internally trying to figure out why on earth I would come here out of all places. Because same. "Yeah?" He asked cocking his one brow at me, curious, as he looked down to look me in the eye. I am not short. I
I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat. -Unknown.|N I C O L A S|"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IT'S CANCELLED?!" I bellowed out."You know where it is decided that an event which was planned might not happen." Crystal explained her voice laced with complete sarcasm that earned her a roll of eyes from me."But it was a strong chance to catch her." Logan said, deep in his thought, thinking about the woman who stole from us 3 weeks ago and is still roaming carefree in the streets.The place where we were supposed to go to catch her cancelled for god knows reasons. It is so fucking stupid amd frustrated. She keeps slipping out of pur hands as if we can never catch because she is like the water, always flowing away."Boss, you should see this." Shawn spoke looking at me over the computer. He looks like he saw something which is concerning.I hurried to him and he opened a page on the screen that showed a lot of dead bodie
Everything is better with you. Everything has been better since you. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|"She is here." Crystal informed with a roll of her eyes. I don't say anything about that because there is no use. She just doesn't like her for her own reasons. The
Her soul shines when she burns for her dreams. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|I don't like that blonde. Specially the way she walks and talks around him. It's like they are best friends since they were fucking toddlers. "I would really appreciate it if you would give even 1% of your attention to me right now instead of grinding your jaw like maniac on the thought of Leah." Crystal's words sounded like a slap to pulle back into the reality."I don't know what you are talking about." I lied pretending to look at the dresses she spread on the bed to choose from for her. "Sure you don't." She rolled her eyes telling me that she knows exactly what's going on in my head. And, this is the most wrong someone can ever think. "This is a mess." She said her eyes roaming around in the room full of clothes and accessories. It's like getting everything ready for someone's first ever birthday. I am not a big fan of birthdays but I am not going to let my judgemental side ruin her excitement. She can be
May you attract someone who speaks your language so you don't have to spend a lifetime, translating your soul. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|Leah has been acting like a spoiled brat and no one in the penthouse could care less about her.Hell, no one even wants her here and the only reason she is still here is because she is my father's friend's daughter. A man I genuinely respect with the core of my heart. But she is really taking undue advantage of that right now. "Who was she to deserve your support instead of me?" She questioned with her arms crosses against her chest while sitting with crossed legs on the couch. I knew it that she wouldn't let me just go with the water I came here for. God! I didn't signed up for this. "I supported no one. What she said was true." I told her in a matter-of-factly tone. "But you are my friend." She complained like a baby who didn't got her favourite candy. "That doesn't mean I am with you in all wrong to
I'll forever be a piece, unwritten and untouched. No one will ever be able to make a rhyme out of it. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|The loud music blasting in my ears makes me wonder how I haven't gone deaf by now. While I am enjoying my non-alcoholic drinks on the bar Aleeza, Crystal and Flora are dancing like crazy humans on the dance floor. Logan is already grinding against a girl he found here in the club. My eyes roam around to find a certain someone with grey eyes. But he is no where is sight, yet and so is Shawn. I guess both of them are together. Maybe. Why do you care? The voice in the back of my head taunted but I chooses to ignore it instead of ruining the night for myself. It wasn't until a few minutes later when he entered the club dressed in a black shirt and pants, his hands resting inside his pocket as his eyes roamed around in the club. His rolled up sleeves gives a drool worthy view of his veins. His hairs
One month later...The grand wedding venue was a masterpiece of elegance and charm. The entrance, adorned with towering pillars draped in ethereal fabrics, led guests into a fairy-tale setting. The ceremony garden, bathed in a soft glow, featured an elaborate floral arch with cascading roses, lilies, and orchids. Inside the reception hall, tables were adorned with luxurious fabrics, set beneath the warm sparkle of crystal chandeliers. Each place setting was a refined work of art, boasting delicate china and glistening silverware. The room was aglow with the soft flicker of countless candles, casting a golden ambiance.Crystal and Flora, looks elegant in their bridesmaid dresses. The dress is a simple yet elegant peach-colored gown. It features thin straps that delicately rest on the shoulders. The dress is long, gracefully flowing to the floor, creating a light and airy look. The peach hue adds a soft and charming touch, giving the bridesmaid a subtle and lovely presence. Aleeza is d
Life starts all over again when it gets crisps in the fall. -F. Scott, Fitzgerald. |N I C O L A S|Two months later..."Is it even good to eat pickles and chocolate together?" I ask Flora, who sat beside me eyeing the food eating monster ahead of us. Two bowls, one of pickle and another of chocolate rests on the table and we are strictly ordered to keep my eyes off that food, because apparently, that weird combination of food only belongs to her. We would not even like to ruin our taste buds with that. Thank you very much. "Does it matter?" Flora asked me, holding the glass of warm milk in her hand that Zyra needs to drink to digest all the food she has been eating lately. "She would not stop, anyways." She shrugged. "Why don't you talk to her about it?" I tell Flora, because if I would go to talk to her she would start throwing things at me, which includes everything from cushion to flower vase. "And, get myself admitted in the hospital?" Flora
Until you have tethered your madness to someone else's sanity in order to keep breathing, you don't know vulnerability. -Nicole Lyons.|Z Y R A|In one quick move he reached for me, tugging me against his chest as he claimed my mouth with his, in a kiss that was so much hotter and possessive. His lips slanted over mine, hot and needy as his tongue tasted my mouth. I froze in shock for two seconds or three before I kissed him back. His mouth was punishing, slamming against mine, savage and raw. He attacked me with his lips and I met every single assault of his, I moaned into his mouth. Explosions of sensation that I felt all over my body as his mouth attacked mine were so intense. I kissed him just as savagely, channelling all my rage into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, hard. I bit hard enough that it draw out blood and I tasted blood, my tongue darted out to swipe at his lips. He growled low in my throat, pulling me closer. His to
People will kill you over time, and how they will you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like "be realistic". -Dylan Moran. |N I C O L A S|The loud piercing scream of the man travelled to my ears, providing the extreme relief. In the shadowed recesses of the chamber, an oppressive malevolence hung thick in the air, suffocating reason and festering in the very marrow of the room. The acrid scent of fear, a tangible miasma, intermingled with the metallic tang of desperation, creating a spectral atmosphere that clawed at the edges of sanity.Cillian, the hapless who had dared to sever the tether to my soul, now cowered in the spectral gloom, his futile resistance against unyielding restraints a pitiful ballet of despair.A cruel grin twisted my lips, a grotesque mask of malevolence that reflected the abyssal darkness within.The flickering light, a feeble sentinel against the encroaching shadows, cast ominous shapes upon my countenance, morphi
And, I wonder what is a greater wish, this entire world or to be free from it. - Cara Dekel.|Z Y R A|Two months later..The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on our shared space. Nicolas, with his overbearing protectiveness, insisted on handling even the lightest chores, citing potential risks that only his mind could conjure. A simple task like reaching for a cereal box became a hilarious dance of him swiftly gliding in, determined to be my knight in shining armor."Nicolas, I'm just grabbing some cereal, not defusing a bomb," I teased, watching his serious expression dissolve into a reluctant grin."You never know, love. Pregnancy cravings can be unpredictable," he quipped, handing me the cereal box with a flourish.Did I mentioned that ever since he has started calling me love, I get this weirdly good feeling enough my stomach where I just wants to remove everything from between us and kiss him?Just like Ni
No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stood. -James Joyce. |N I C O L A S|I stood at the edge of the hospital bed, Zyra resting peacefully amidst the sterile surroundings. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow, a cascade of untamed waves framing the serenity on her face. The lines of worry that had etched themselves into her features were softened, replaced by a newfound vitality. The transformation was as palpable as the anticipation in the room.My gaze lingered on the subtle curve of her belly, evidence of the life growing within. The very thought of the tiny heartbeat beneath her skin fueled a fierce protectiveness within me.Zyra's lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks, and the rise and fall of her breathing was a soothing rhythm. The beeping of the machines served as a background melody, a reminder of the fragility of life and the strength that could emerge from vulnerability.Her hand, warm and delicate, reste
In the era of calamities, you are a moment of peace. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|Noah's words rings in my ear, 'Both, the mother and the baby are fine.'Who the hell is the baby, they are talking about?When I asked the question, everyone in the room shared looks with each other as if contemplating whether to tell me or not. "What is it?" I asked, no one in particular. Because judging from their faces whoever answers my question can enter in the list of my favourite people. Shawn, who is standing at the foot of my bed spares a glance to his boss, as if telling hin that it is all on him. Aleeza and Crystal looks worried and concerned? No idea what it is but I am starting to realise it is pretty serious. "Noah, what baby are you talking about?" I ask the doctor himself, not relying on the people around me. Because right now, they are as good as a phone without internet. Noah looks guiltily between me and Nicolas as if contemplating whether to an
You touch me like everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|She woke up. After two days of misery, two days of going through absolute hell, she finally rewarded me with her life. Her hauntingly green eyes came to my view and I swear I have never breathed and sighed in relief more. Her pale face slowly returned to life and all I could do was thank her for returning. She came back, that's all matters.Her gaze met mine, and in that charged moment, time seemed to hold its breath. The room, still and sterile, bore witness to a reunion tinged with the weight of our shared history. Her green eyes, a repository of unspoken stories, traced the lines of my face as I stood at the threshold of her recovery."David," she spoke my name, the syllables carrying a resonance that echoed through the silent space. A fragile smile played on her lips, revealing a vulnera
Today once again on the thread of my sorrows,I have strung the flowers of your memory. -Faiz Ahmed Faiz. |Z Y R A|My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, the world is a blurry canvas of shapes and shadows. The soft hum of machines and distant shuffles of footsteps weave into my consciousness, creating a disoriented symphony. Where am I? What happened?As clarity gradually infiltrates the haze, the sterile scent of a hospital seeps into my awareness. White walls stand guard around me, and the rhythmic beeping of monitors punctuates the stillness. Panic flutters within me, a caged bird desperate for release.I turn my head, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a wave of dizziness through me. The sight of an IV drip, its thin tube disappearing into my arm, anchors me to a reality I struggle to grasp. Questions crowd my mind, a carousel of uncertainties spinning faster than I can catch them.Then, as if emerging from a dense fog, faces come int