Lyra woke up feeling happy and energized, ready to take on the day. She stretched, preparing herself for the challenges this day would bring to her. Everything that happened to her yesterday was out of her head. She knew that she had to move on and be prepared for what was to come. As she looked around, she noticed that Derrick was already out of bed. It checks out, especially after seeing that the sun was shining pretty brightly up in the sky; she could tell through the window, shining a bit of light through the curtains. They had a great talk last night; she’s more ready to face this day with so much courage, knowing that Derrick could back her up through anything. She went to her phone, eager to start the day with a smile, but her optimism was quickly shattered. As she scrolled through her messages, she came across a series of messages from an unknown number. Lyra's heart raced as she read the messages. "How was your new business? Are you having fun?" "I hope you enjoy every sin
Lyra sat at the kitchen table of the busy restaurant, surrounded by the sounds of sizzling pans and the murmur of conversation. The warm light of the stove cast a soft glow on her face, illuminating her troubled expression. She absently stirred her tea as she thought, torn by her dilemma. She knew without a doubt that Raine and Rhian were her trusted friends, and she could always count on them. However, she also knew that the messages she had received were filled with unsettling warnings, and she didn't want to add any more stress to their already busy lives. She watched as her friends bustled around the kitchen with a smile on their faces, and she wondered if she should keep her worries to herself. The decision was a difficult one, and she sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility. Yet she knew that she couldn't face this alone and that she needed the support of her friends.Lyra took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She knew that the time had come to tell her
As Elvis and Wendy walked around Lyra's restaurant, they were immediately skeptical of the ambiance. Elvis smirked and said, "Well, this place doesn't look like much, does it?" Wendy rolled her eyes and replied, "I don't know about you, but I'm not expecting much from this joint." She chuckled and clunked her purse as they walked around, saying, "This is not going to last; I already know." The hostess led them to their seats and handed them menus. Elvis raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, great, plastic menus, just what I wanted." Wendy snickered and added, "I bet the food is just as cheap." They quickly glanced over the menu, making comments on how everything sounded bland and overpriced. When their waiter approached, they were already judging the service. Elvis remarked, "We have been calling for Lyra. What is taking her so long to come out here?" "Call your boss," said Wendy. "You will definitely regret it if she takes one more minute to come out." As the worker left, confused, E
"I am telling you, Elvis, that girl is something else! She has been pretending to be a weak little bunny, but she’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing! I hate how she changed up as soon as she had the money!" Wendy kept on blabbering about Lyra and how she changed up after getting everything that she did not have before: company, money, and power. "And to tell you the truth, I can’t believe how fearful you looked when she began to talk! Are you sure that you have a plan, Elvis? To be honest, you look like you are talking without knowing what your next step will be like. Are we on a sinking ship? You better tell me now before it all goes to sh*t!" "To what?" The old man yelled. The driver of their car almost accidentally hit the brake because of how shocked he was. The old man yelled at the top of his lungs, almost popping the veins on his neck. "To jump into her side and help her take me and my whole empire down? I am watching you, Wendy. I saw how your eyes flickered as soon as she mentione
Lyra was tense and on edge as she sat in her restaurant office, still shaken from the confrontation with her evil aunt and father. Her hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her breaths came in short gasps, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail as if searching for a way out. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a drumbeat of fear and anxiety. She felt trapped, caught between two people she had always feared and never fully trusted. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger. She was completely tense, completely on edge, and completely uncertain of what the future held. Lyra took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She reminded herself that her aunt and father had already left and she was safe, at least for now. She repeated a mantra to herself, focusing on the sound of her own voice and the slow, steady r
Derrick and Lyra drove home, the sound of the rain tapping against the windshield creating a peaceful ambiance. As they drove, they reminisced about their first drive to the beach together, which was as peaceful as this is. "Do you remember our first drive to the beach?" Lyra asked with a smile. "Of course," Derrick replied, his eyes twinkling with fond memories. "It was such a beautiful night; the stars were shining brightly, and the waves were crashing on the shore. It made me realize that even if everything on land changed, the stars were still the same, dancing and playing in the night sky." Lyra nodded. "And we talked for hours about our hopes, dreams, and fears. I felt like I could really open up to you and be myself. I saw a whole new side of you, something that I never knew I needed." "That was the night I realized that I could never exist without you." Derrick added, squeezing her hand. "It was a very scary moment for me, knowing that even if I am powerful and capable of
The old man, Elvis, was reading an article about Lyra's Restaurant with a sense of satisfaction. The article highlighted the challenges that the restaurant was facing, including the controversial hiring of women with questionable backgrounds to run the establishment. The article that Lian posted was perfect for what he wanted. It might not be blatantly showing Lyra’s name and the people that they were trying to expose, but it would serve the purpose that he wanted it to serve. It is enough to make his daughter think about their past encounter and wonder if she made the wrong choice. It was enough to make Lyra see how terrible it is for her to act all tough and mighty in front of him. He knew that Derrick had the capability to ruin his business, but he was also aware that targeting Lyra and those women would give him enough time and perhaps a chance to get out of this hell pit."This is perfect, Wendy! Have you read it?" Elvis asked, his evil smile growing bigger. "I knew that dragging
Lyra's POVIt's still dark outside, but I can hear the sounds of Derrick's steady breathing next to me. I slip out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so I don't disturb him. I make my way to the kitchen, flicking on the lights and getting everything I need to start cooking. I can already feel the excitement building inside of me as I start to prep the ingredients for breakfast. I'm determined to make this the best breakfast Derrick has ever had. I move around the kitchen with ease, quickly and efficiently, as I put together a delicious meal of eggs, fried rice, and sausages. As I open the door to head back to the bedroom, my heart beats a little faster. I can't wait to see the look of surprise on Derrick's face. And just as I suspected, as soon as I opened the door with the tray of food, Derrick woke up with a start, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in bed. I tried to give him food, and we enjoyed giggling about anything we could under the sun. It was a beautiful day for me, but
"It’s already seven; where is she?""I swear, Zin, they told me that they would be home immediately; they were just in the restaurant; what would take them so long? They can walk from there to here and it will only take an hour.""I think we should have followed Miss Lyra around as well," Zin replied to Dame. "It is much more difficult for us to take good care of her when we are still focused on the office job. It’s going to risk her life even more. We made a really bad decision; I am already calling it." Zin bit his lips and sat back down on the couch, looking out of the window to see the exact moment that the security people and Lyra would arrive back home. "I think it’s better if we just tell her exactly whats happening. It could really be the best option, but we ignored it like a psycho and chose the risky approach.""I know that trusting other people for Miss Lyra’s safety is a little bad for us to do, but it’s a matter that should be stopped by humans, right?" Dame stated. "If s
"It’s been fine," Lyra happily smiled as she spoke with her friend, Rhian. "I know that you two might think that I am lying, but I swear, I am doing a lot better this week. I am trying my best to have my best life.""I know you are really worried because of your relationship with Derrick; Zin has already told me that," Raine joined in as she placed two huge bowls of shaved ice dessert on the table. "He had told me that the two of you had a really bad fight. He asked us to be extra nice to you because you are really sad about it.""Yeah," Lyra lied. "But we were able to talk it out.""Of course, nothing will be resolved when you put time and effort into communicating your real feelings and your true emotions. It’s really great to hear!"Lyra nodded once again. She was not able to tell her friends that everything they were talking about right now were thoughts and pieces of information that appeared out of nowhere. Dame and Zin had informed Lyra one week ago that there was a rumor roami
"Dame!" Zin rushed inside the mansion with sweat dripping from his forehead. He saw how Dame’s eyes grew big in surprise, and before he could even say anything to him, Zin had already snatched his cold beer and chugged it right in front of him. "What happened to you?" Dame looked around, checking whether there was someone chasing after Zin. However, aside from the beautiful and calm view of the pool behind him, there was nothing. "Why do you look like that?" Is there someone chasing after you? Are you in trouble?" "I don’t think I was being chased," Zin said. Dame rolled his eyes when he answered. "Then why do you have to come in here as if you were about to die or something? You stressed me out within the few seconds that you arrived." He grabbed the bottle of beer from Zin’s hand and took a sip from it as if claiming what was his. "What’s wrong with you then? Were you able to visit Master?" "I did," Zin answered, sitting beside Dame. "I actually did a lot more than that, and I r
As Zin soared higher in the darkened sky, he marveled at the view before him. The borders of hell and earth were marked by a jagged line of jagged rocks that extended as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur, and the sky was a deep shade of crimson that seemed to bleed into the horizon. In the distance, he could see the dark silhouettes of mountains rising up against the fiery sky and the occasional flicker of flames dancing in the abyss. It was a desolate and terrifying landscape, but one that Zin had grown accustomed to over the years. As a demon of hell, he had traveled to the borders many times, but this time felt different, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong. Going closer to the edge, he felt tightness in his chest. It's always been this way whenever he flew closer to crossing the borders. He could already feel the breeze coming from the land of the living, but his gut feeling seemed to have won that tim
Elvis sat in his grand office, surrounded by opulence and extravagance. The room was adorned with expensive paintings and rare collectibles, but the air was thick with tension. Wendy, his best partner in crime, sat across from him, her face set in a deep frown. The only sound in the room was the soft ticking of a gold-plated clock on the mantle. Despite the grandeur of the room, there was a sense of foreboding that seemed to permeate every inch of the space. Both knew that they were treading dangerous waters with their plan to bring down Lyra, and the tension between them was palpable.Elvis sat across from Wendy in his office, his eyes locked on hers as he pitched his latest plan."Wendy, I need you on this one," he said, his voice low and urgent."What's the plan, Elvis?" Wendy asked, crossing her arms."We need to bring Lyra down," he said, leaning forward in his seat. "Something that we always do, but this time it's going to work out!"Wendy listened to Elvis with a sense of appre
Dame was surprised to find Lyra sitting alone in the dark living room with no lights on. He had brought lots of food back to the mansion, hoping to lift her spirits, but seeing her like this made him worried. It was really bad timing that Zin decided to try and go back down to hell that night. Dame could tell, just by the vibes that had hit him straight on, that he wouldn't know how to deal with Lyra like that."Miss Lyra, are you okay?" he asked, placing the bags of food on the coffee table in front of her. He wanted to kick himself in the face. The look in her eyes is the perfect tell that she is not doing alright, but he still chose to ask, just to make her feel bad that it shows. "You know what, let me just get the lights; don’t even bother," he whispered before walking directly to the switch.Lyra looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "You are already back?" she asked, confused as she watched the leaves outside the window dance. "It’s already dark outside," she sa
A black bird flew into Derrick's shoulder as he was calmly watching over the newly appointed demons in his realm. As soon as he was able to look into its eyes, his mouth fell wide open, and his jaw hit the floor beneath him. He won't be able to forget those eyes, and he would never forget how Zin looks when he's in his real form.Immediately, Derrick stood up to snap his fingers in the air, and without waiting for another second, they were inside a dark room. Derrick's own little space whenever he wanted to stay out of everyone's sight. His only hiding spot from all the demons that would often try to bombard him with a bunch of questions or sometimes the yells of those souls who were being punished."What are you doing here?" he immediately asked. Right before his eyes, he watched as Zin transformed into his human form to hug him. "Zin, is there something going on? Why are you back here? You crossed the borders again?""Master, it doesn't matter right now," he said, still clinging on
Derrick paced back and forth on his desolate throne in hell, tormented by the images and thoughts invading his mind. He kept seeing Lyra, his beloved wife, surrounded by sinister figures and cloaked in shadows. The more he tried to push the visions away, the more they persisted. Even if he knew that he'd only bring chaos into Lyra's life, he found out that he wouldn't be able to give it up that quickly. Especially after he spent an entire month's worth of time in hell reminiscing about the moments they had together."My dear, please be safe out there," he whispered, wishing that it was only the thoughts in his head that kept on messing him up and not real visions or premonitions of what was happening or what was supposed to come for Lyra in the land of the living. If that was the case and he's stuck down in the depths of nothingness, he will for sure not be able to move forward. He is afraid of what he might end up doing just to stop that."I do not need much," he stated. "I only need
Lyra sat at the breakfast table, pushing her food around with her fork as Zin and Dame bid her farewell. "We'll be back as soon as we can, Miss Lyra," Zin said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Take care of yourself," Dame added, placing a hand on Lyra's shoulder. "If you need anything, just call us." Lyra forced a small smile. "Thanks, guys. I'll be fine. I just need some rest, that's all." Zin and Dame exchanged a worried glance before Zin spoke up. "Are you sure you don't want us to stay? We can handle the hotel issues later." Lyra shook her head. "No, it's fine. You guys go ahead. I'll take care of myself." As they gathered their things and made their way out of the mansion, Lyra was left alone with her thoughts. She couldn't shake the conversation she had with Lucifer out of her head, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. "I can't believe he would do something like that," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why would he want to