She would rather walk alone then follow someone else's shadow.
-R.G. Moon
| Z Y R A |
"PUT THE GUNS DOWN!" Aleeza yelled for the second time and I took his stupid wallet out of my pocket, throwing it at his face but he managed to catch it.
"Go to hell." I cursed and turned around walking away from him. He is a stupid grey eyed human who happens to piss me off at our first meeting, not technically though.
"Okay, am I hallucinating?" Flora's voice fell in my ears and I knew what was going on in her mind.
"No. He is really here." I confirmed and the color drained from her face and the look of shock took over.
"I th-" Flora stopped mid sentence when Aleeza showed up with her brother beside her. He has his arms resting inside his pocket as he eyed me with a look of amusement.
"Girls, he is my brother." Aleeza introduced and just by a single glance at Flora's face I could tell that she was thinking only if she would have been drinking water she would spit it out on the confession just to add dramatic effects. That' Flora Hart for you. Dramatic.
"Nicolas Russo." She added.
"And, they are my friends. Flora and Zyra." Aleeza introduced us but there was our very own staring contest going on. He refused to break the eye contact and I am never the one to loose.
"Such disorders can put you in dangerous situations." Nicolas said and I frowned confused on the words he was blabbering in front of me.
"The fu-" Flora interrupted me.
"Nice to meet you, Nicolas." Flora said, formally and I rolled my eyes on her formal behaviour.
"Which disorder were you talking about?" Flora asked him and it was now his turn to frown. He narrowed his eyebrows at his sister, confused.
"She don't know?" He asked her and I think everyone in the room was just standing dumbfounded and confused.
"Kleptomania. He is talking about Kleptomania." Aleeza cleared the confusion and I wanted to bang my head on the wall nearby.
It's been ages since Aleeza have developed the thought that I have kleptomania and I don't get it treated. She doesn't know about Flora's health condition. We didn't wanted to worry her and it isn't even her problem to start with.
But since Aleeza found out that I steal money from here and there, she started thinking that it's because of that fucking disorder and we never managed to get her convinced otherwise.
"For fuck's sake, Zee." I sighed and Aleeza rolled her eyes.
Nicolas' eyes moved back and forth between us as the conversation went on. "I don't have Kleptomania." I cleared to Nicolas for once and all.
"Suree." He stretched the word mocking me as he rolled his eyes and turned around to leave before I can snap at his stupid face.
Fucking asshole.
"See you at lunch, Zee." We heard him yell from a fair distance to the room.
"What lunch?" Flora questioned.
"Thought we were spending the day together." I added.
Aleeza bite her tongue something she usually does whenever she thinks she messed up. But then the corner of her lips curved into a smile which was the indication that she has figured a way out of this mess.
"Let's start from lunch." She beamed.
"I don't think that was in plans." I crossed my arms against my chest looking at her with raised brows.
"I am in." Flora said and they won. I sighed in defeat and both of them danced in victory.
Aleeza mentioned that there was still time in lunch. So, in the mean time both Aleeza and Flora gossiped about random things, I was least interested in. I'd much more important things to worry about.
Like Nicolas fucking Russo being my friend, Aleeza's brother.
I know we are safe because he doesn't even have a slight idea that the person he saw was itself a disguise. But one should never underestimate the power of the enemy, specially when you are dealing with someone as powerful as Nicolas Russo.
On the other hand, I know instead of worrying about Nicolas Russo being Aleeza's brother I can use it to my advantage. I can keep a close eye on him and his team and their each step. That way I can make sure that they never get to us.
But nonetheless I know he is not the one to be underestimated, just by a look at his face you can tell that he wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume.
"Do you think they'll be fine having us?" Flora's concerned and hesitated voice reached me breaking the chain of my thoughts.
"We can always hang around later." I added. I don't want to make Aleeza feel pressurized.
"Come on, girls." She shrugged on our statements and added, "I know what I am doing." She assured.
"Cool, then."
When the conversation ended we were on our way to Russo's penthouse. Flora looked confident and I believe she won't fuck it up but there is no doubt that the murderous glare of Nicolas Russo can even scare a witch.
My phone in the pocket of my jeans rang stopping us in our tracks. I took it out checking the caller id.
Cillian.
"You guys go ahead, I've to take the call." I told them and Flora's eyes instantly found mine to make sure that everything is alright. I blinked at her twice, assuring her. She nodded in return, relaxing.
"Okay." Aleeza nodded and both of them went ahead while I made sure that the place is safe to take the call before taking it.
"If it ain't my favourite girl." His mocking voice fell in my ears as soon as I attached the phone to my ear.
"I am nobody's girl." I told him in all seriousness. This is the second time we are having this conversation after stealing the diamond.
"We'll see that." He said followed by a light evil laugh.
"Why did you called?" I questioned reaching my limit of dealing with assholes for today. First Russo and now him.
"I need the diamond, now." He ordered and I take no orders from anyone.
"Where is the money?"
"I don't have the money, now." I can hear the grinding of his teeth as he spoke through clenched teeth.
"So optimistic of you to still call and ask for the shiny rock." As soon as my statement finished I didn't wasted another second on the stupid asshole and hung up.
It is officially an asshole day, today.
She is the perfect amound of chaos and peace. -r.h. Sin. | Z Y R A | "Your lips look lonely would they like to meet mine?" The fuck. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice only to come face to face with the manwhore of the team. Logan Walker. "Ex-fucking-cuse me?" I was already pissed after dealing with two assholes today and god just keeps adding in it. "Are you a light switch cause you turn me on." He winked at me, still keeping his stupid pick up lines. I take he is not good in reading obvious facial expressions. "This pick up line expired ages ago with your brain." I replied with a straight face. In response his lips only tugged upward when he smirked, "Feisty, just my type." The fuck is wrong with these people today! "Say another word and my fist would do the talking." I warned my arms crossed against my chest and my one brow raised, challenging him. Surprisingly, h
'We just want the world to love usfor the little monsters that we are.' -Atticus. |N I C O L A S|"She haven't sold the diamond in the market yet." Crystal informed me as if it was supposed to ease my anger, anyhow.It's been one week since we've been working like crazy on one single girl sho managed to trick all of us. She is fucking incredible at her job, I'll give her that."She is so damn hot!" Logan gushed walking inside the room with a man whore smirk plastered on his face.Everyone in the room, including me, looked at him as if he needs his head to be examined and honestly he really does."What are you talking about?" Shawn queried, his eyes narrowed in confusion while I and Crystal waited for him to answer Shawn's question. Even though we know Logan finds anything with boobs hot."Zyra." And when her name escaped his lips I couldn't help the grinding of my teeth and clenching of my fists. She has be
She never cared for the crown. She preferred a sword. -r.h. Sin|Z Y R A|Long story short, the mission ,yesterday, went more wrong than expected.So, here I am surrounded by Russo's and their friends to get treated by their family doctor because my stubborn ass refused to visit doctor when Flora suggested.And, Aleeza doesn't suggest. She orders. That's how I ended up here. But now looking at the cocky smirk plastered on that asshole face of his, I can't help but regret giving in to Aleeza.Aleeza, Crystal and Flora went to bring some bandage to wrap around to stop the bleeding and I took it as my chance to put my mask down but Nicolas Fucking Russo took me off guard with his words."And, here I thought you were brave enough." His teasing voice fell in my ear and when I looked up, I found him leaning against the door frame, flexing his muscular arms closed against his chest as his eyes pierced into mine.I don't know what's it about him but h
"Warming my hands on the bridges I've burnt." -Atticus |N I C O L A S|"Stabbing wound?" I questioned my voice laced with curiosity as I joined everyone."Yes, it's a knife stab." Noah informed me and I couldn't help but frown. And, my frown was directed to the green eyed woman seated at a fair distance.Everyone in the room directed their attention towards her, waiting for her to explain. Is she suicidal?"I-" She started but soon came to an halt when Flora spoke, "When she tripped and fall, there was a knife on the floor." She finished, quickly."So, you are bleeding because of a fucking knife?" Aleeza shrieked out of no where forcing Noah to flinch, reluctantly."Seems like it." Zyra muttered avoiding looking into her eyes which didn't settled well with me. She never do this, especially, not with me.Noah examined her injury and cleaned it before wrapping a bandage around it so it doesn't get infected. C
There is no worse evil than a bad woman; and nothing has ever been produced better than a good one. -Euripides |Z Y R A|"That was close." Flora sighed as she plopped down on the soft couch.I put the book down when she spoke. Even though she didn't mentioned anything but I know what she is talking about. The whole stabbing wound thing that happened in the Russo penthouse.Honestly, it was pretty fucking close."But you lied, smoothly." I said, appreciating her for her presence of mind because for once I though I really lost it. My mind."It just slipped." Flora shrugged as if it is no big deal which makes me wonder that if she really is such a good liar how many times has she lied to me?"Does that make you a liar, Flo?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her, teasingly. Because there are a few things Flora hate being called. One of them happen to be the word liar. Even though she knows that we are."I would like to
He was a warrior, with a fighters mind,And she was a battle, he lost everytime. -c.l. |N I C O L A S| "When is it?" I questioned Shawn who was still sitting in front of the computer. I wonder how come he haven't gone blind till now. "Tomorrow evening." He answered, simply, his eyes focused on the screen as he typed some random symbols which I can't even fucking name. "You sure, she will be there?" Crystal asked him. Which somehow reminds me of their secret hidden relationship. I haven't confronted them about it yet. And, I am not even going to talk to two pf my teammates about their forbidden love and all that shit. If they want me to to know I would know. Till then, I don't know. Period. "I am sure she didn't stole the diamond to drool over it." Logan asserted, munching on the green apple in his hands. He eats like a pig. But if we ignore the sound of him munching on apple so loudly and think about his statement. He mi
She was so terrifying when she was angry, even the devil shuddered with fear. -Unknown|Z Y R A|Logan lost.It didn't took Flora long to learn that he is a lost cause when he is fighting with a girl. All Flora had to do was divert his mind from her movements to her and boom.Logan lost.It is now turn for Shawn to enter the game. Shawn is a dangerous fighter. So, I worry for Flora. I am 99 percent positive that she is gonna loose. Because her hands works better on computer programme than on an human being."3..2..1" Aleeza counted excitedly munching on popcorns while enjoying the show.Fighting is something Aleeza would rather watch than do. Probably, because she have always stay away from her family's business. But she is enjoying the game, anyways.From the corner of my eye, I watch Nicolas whose eyes were already focused on me. I thought to immediately take my eyes off him. But something stopped me. Everything inside me stopped me.H
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
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