If the whole world was watching, I had still dance with you. -Niall Horan. |N I C O L A S|Amidst the vibrant lights joyful chatter of the party I had planned, I stood apart like a lonely abandoned puppy. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that spoke of sophistication, I exuded an air of quiet intensity that set me apart from the jubilant crowd. My tousled hair seemed to mirror the tangled thoughts that swirled in my head. My eyes stated focused at the entry door of the club, I swirled the content in my glass before drowning it in one go. It's been one hour since the party started and she is not here yet, but I am holding onto the unsaid promise that she made to me about returning back to home soon. Laughter echoed around me and couples swayed to the rhythm of the music, my gaze remained fixed on the entrance, my heart yearning for that one person who haven't arrived yet. I watched my friends, Aleeza and Lorenzo, enjoying themselves
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands. -Daphne du Maurier.|Z Y R A|When we started dancing first, the room faded away and it haven't come to existence even yet. As the music pulsed through the air, Nic and I moved together on the dance floor. His gentle grip on my hand, tightened, as he twirled me around before pulling me close in his embrace, his hand circling around my small waist. My gaze lifted up to met his desired one and a knowing smile passed between us, revealing the plans we both had in mind for tonight. As the beat grew stronger, our steps grew bolder. Nicolas' hand slipped lower, his fingers entwining with mine, pulling me closer until there was barely any space between the two of us. With each twirl and sway, our bodies pressed together, the warmth of his breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine. His touch felt electrifying, igniting a fire within me t
I hope he knows, what he was starting to feel like - home. -Author. |Z Y R A|I woke up to the soft morning light, and, the first thing I saw after opening my eyes was, him. Nicolas was sleeping right beside me, a peaceful expression covering his, usually, chaotic face. I could not help but feel a rush of affection as I admired the tranquil expression on his features, illuminated by the sun light that enters the room through the glass windows. The moments shared from last night, rushed back into my mind amd unlike last time the first thought in my mind was of not running away but was of staying, instead. Everything about last night still felt like a dream, the dance, the desire in his eyes, the warmth in his touch and the feeling in our intimacy. I gently brushed a stray strand of his hair away from his forehead, my heart filled with a profound sense of connection and adoration for the man who is filling the sense of feelings inside m
My alone feels so good. I will only have you of you are sweeter than my solitude. -Warsan Shire. |N I C O L A S|Life is unpredictable and I most certainly do not mean it in the negative way. When her lips curled upward in a small smile as she listens to the conversation of my friend, I realised how fucked I am. She is sitting beside Logan with her legs crossed on the couch as a mug of coffee if between her both hands, she sips on her hot coffee and listens to the conversation without making herself a part of it. And, I? I stand in the corner of the hall with my arms crossed on my chest as I observes her, notices her, stares at her, like a stalker from the shadows without coming out in the light. When I woke up in the cold bed today, I thought she left again to regret and we would go back to square one after everything but I was proved wrong when I found her in my hoodie and her shorts, working in the kitchen for her coffee. My heart flu
I care not about what you say but what you do to keep me. - Kavya Dixit. |Z Y R A|"You have got to be kidding me?!" Flora gritted through clenched teeth when I dropped the news about my latest and successfully accomplished mission two days ago, on my birthday evening. "Is that why you were late?" She narrows her eyes at me in question. I keepy gaze at the dark sky above us as I nodded in response. Flora threw her hands in the air in disappointment, "I can not believe you right now, Zyra." Flora stated and it was understandable, to an extent, from her point of view. "It was a fucking death mission and you just walked straight into it without even thinking of informing me, once!" She clenched her jaw in pure irritation and her hands curled in a fist as frustration flared right through her. "And, what about Nicolas?" Flora demanded the answer to her questions. "He fucking arranged everything for you and kept looking at the entrance h
You are scared of the way I make you feel, because you do not want to feel anything. -Maya Banks. |N I C O L A S|Dresden Green Diamond. The Diamond that was stolen from us by a woman, a few months ago, ia back in the picture, not like it ever left. I can not afford letting someone go with stealing from me. Shawn and I had been working on it for long, actually, so long but still the first thing that brought us closer to the diamond was a letter. A letter that was delivered to our penthouse without any address or contact number of the sender. Yesterday, a letter changed everything in the penthouse, specially the atmosphere. Zyra is sleeping in her room, Flora is in the kitchen while the four of us, me, Crystal, Logan and Shawn are in my study room, studying the letter and trying to find the catch for the sender in it. We came up with a few. 1) They never found a buyer for a Diamond that expensive amd decided to sell it back to us. 2) The
In my heart, I've painted a masterpiece of love, but it seems you'll never know the strokes I've used. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S|To say, I was both surprised and shocked would be an understatement. Her beautiful green eyes like a dresden diamond of their own, stared down into my gray ones. Her hair fell on either side of her face, blocking half of her face from my view yet I knew she looked as beautiful and gorgeous as ever. Her eyes held the frustration and rage I failed to see all this time. It was like she is trying to stop her inner beast from escaping her calmer self. I am not a person to be afraid of other people, I do not fear dead or alive. But at that moment, I feared for her. I feared for her as she looked like her inner demons were slowly taking over her body, despite her wanting otherwise. "It's me, little volcano." I forced the words out in the softest voice I could muster being a man who only knew how to bark orders.
It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. -F. Scott Fitzgerald.|Z Y R A|The day is here. Flora packed the valuable dresden green diamond in a gift box, I don't know why, but she says its cool. Even though it does not look like it, yet I take her words for it. Maybe it would start seeming cool after a certain time. Clad in a green crop top and black jeans that embraces my form, I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my own reflection. Long raven strands cascade down my waist, entwined with secrets of the universe."You look fab." Flora complimented looking at my reflection in the mirror."I know." Was my great response to her. It was not a lie, because despite my skills that I am confident are better than most of the assassins, I am also aware of my good looks that lure my victims in my trap, most of the time, making a task easier. Flora stood up and came to hand me the box wrapped securely in a blue gift paper, "Are
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