We are each our own devil, and we make this world hell. -Oscar Wilde. |N I C O L A S|"Ghost went inactive on missions almost two years ago. Since then she is only involved in stealing missions." Shawn explained. Lately, he seemed to be looked obsessed by ghosts work. The woman who is faceless for all of us. "You sound obsessed with her." Logan gave words to my thoughts. "Because she is fucking fantastic." Shawn retorted. "Nic, there is an important underground fight today." Crystal informed as she appeared on the door. "I would go there to handle that." She added. Just then an idea popped up in my mind. It's been three days since I confronted Zyra. Life has been pretty busy lately. I am sure all of us can use some time to ourselves. "Crystal." I called after her and she turned around, "Everyone would be there tonight." I told her and she nodded understanding as she headed out of the room. Hmm. An underground fight. °°°People were sc
You can never articulate to others what you feel in your bones because you rarely understand it yourself. -Connor Franta.|Z Y R A|"Is everything ready for tonight?" Shawn questioned Logan, putting the call he was on, on hold. Logan gives him two thumbs up in answer and Shawn get backs to the call as he walked away from us to finish the call in silence. "What's going on between you and Nic?" Flora's whispering fell in my ears and I turned my head to see her smirking at me waiting for some sort of gossip. But she has got the wrong person. I give her a blank lazy stare and she keeps her grin permanent. "You aren't going to tell me?" She concluded, finally, when the emotion of fake sadness took over her face. "No." "But I am your best friend." She reasoned whining like a toddler who asked for a damn candy. It is not like I don't want to tell her. But what should I tell her? There is nothing clear in the first place for me to explain it f
What I feel for you can't be conveyed in phrasal combinations; it either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise -- It beats words. It beats worlds. -Katherine Mansfield.|N I C O L A S|"Make sure, the security is tight enough. I won't tolerate any mistake." I said on the phone and the incharge of security replied from the other side.Without saying anything further, I disconnected the call. It's been a long day and there is so much more to still go. Throwing auctions has never been easy but at least I enjoy the power it gives me.I laid down on the bed with my legs falling down the bed in an attempt to take a quick relaxing nap. But the ringing of my phone tells me otherwise. Groaning, I picked the call up."Yeah, Crystal?" I asked."The firearms are checked and the security is in place. Can you tell Logan to take my place for next hour?" Crystal requested and I told her it will be done before hanging the call.It isn't possible for one
Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway. -Edgar Allan Poe|Z Y R A|Everyone is busy and exhausted. Yet, they go on. Crystal looks like she can even sleep in standing posture right not, while Logan is slacking off even in walking. Shawn keeps his expressions in check but by the way he shifts his weight from one leg to another in a few minutes says a lot about his exhaustion. "Here, have some coffee." Flora said extending the tray of coffee mugs in Crystal's direction, she gives him a thankful smile before she got back to work with the mug of coffee resting beside her. Flora then goes on and hand a mug of coffee to every busy soul in the room. Once done with her work, she returned back to me plopping down on the couch beside me. "Can't we help them?" Flora asked, sympathizing with them. "We're outsiders." I told her. Because no matter what bond we share with the people living here. That doesn't change the face t
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|The hall is surrounded by different species of people. Some laughing their heart out while there is a permanent scowl on other halves' face.The bright lights shining in the hall and the huge chandelier sparkling right above my head is adding to the glamour of the auction.My eyes wandered in the hall full of people until they stopped on a certain woman with green eyes and dark hairs. She was wearing a dark green colored classy gown with long slit that stopped on the top of her mid thigh. The top of her gown is of sparkling black color with one sided strap of color like her eyes.She stands out in the crowd of hundred
I am not sure which is worse - intense feelings or absence of it. -Margaret Atwood.|Z Y R A|"May I have this dance, please?" A familiar voice reached my ears from behind. I almost thought that I hallucinated it but my doubts confirmed when I turned around to look at the very familiar face. Cillian Vader. His brown eyes stared back at me with amusement flickering in them and for the first time in years I felt an emotion. Fear. "Who are you?" Nicolas asked him with salty behaviour. He was clearly not pleased by the way the man in front of me was staring me at. "I am Cillian. Cillian Vader." He said extending his hand towards Nicolas, who was standing right by my side, for formal introduction. Nicolas accepted his handshake, his grip firm as if warning him with his eyes glaring back at Cillian."Nicolas." He introduced himself, lazily. But Cillian only chuckled lightly pulling his hand back. Cillian forwarded his hand towards me
Being raised with cold eyes, taught me not to cry. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|Flora is fine. It was just a matter of seconds where she had difficulty breathing but other than that she was completely fine. But it doesn't matter that we aren't running out of time to get her treated even when the payment is ready and we have the diamond but my feelings for Nicolas are making it difficult. That's why I always preferred it without feelings. Feelings fuck everything up. Feelings were the sole reason that forced me to shut mine off but then he came like a storm and awakened all the feelings I tried so hard to put to sleep. Only if my life wouldn't have been so complicated it had be easy to sort things out. But everything is tangled here and my priority is Flora as health and her treatment. Not amount of feelings can ever change my priority from that. "Zyra, Are you okay?" I heard him ask, standing beside me with his hand resting on the small of
When a child is punished for their honesty, they begin to lie. -Unknown. |Z Y R A|"Happy birthday, Zyra." Flora wished me with a bright smile as she pulled me in her embrace for a bone crushing hug. Aleeza did not waited another minute as she jumped in my arms, squealing like a little kid. She looks like it is her birthday today. I smile at her enthusiasm and hug her back. "What are we doing tonight?" Aleeza asked as she broke the hug bit hooked her arm with mine. "Nothing." I told them, flatly."That is not happening again." Aleeza focuses his gaze at me. They know I do not celebrate birthdays, my birthdays, to be more specific. But still every time they try to get me move one step ahead to be optimistic about the day I was born. I don't know what is so fascinating about the day you were born when you have spent your lifetime wishing you never actually would have recieved this life. "Come on, Zyra." Aleeza insists but I can give in to
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