Cookie's standpoint
I dried my hair as I stared at myself in the mirror. I had just washed my hair dye off and went for honey blonde. My natural hair made me look deadly, blonde made me look incredibly sexy if I leave it down in small curls. I smiled at my reflection, I was ready for the day. Ted was going to a farm, his farm, or something, and he asked me to tag along. We hadn't done or seen each other much since the hospital thing, that was five days ago, which was enough time to prepare myself and talk myself out of my decision to destroy him. I had a lot to think about. There's Ursula, his men and Yolanda. Instead, I was working with another plan.
 
Ted's standpoint '…only found the horse, we couldn't locate Miss Happy.' 'And you fucking returned with your fucking self! What did I send you out there to do! Find the fucking horse!' I yelled angrily, it was almost sunset and Cookie was yet to be found. 'We did find the horse at the waterfall, maybe Miss Happy fell…' He pinned his lips with the glare I gave him. 'Get out,' I spat furiously. He hurried out of my sight, I turned to Edward. 'You know every corner of this landmark, beyond and within the gates, where could she be?' 'I've checked, she's not anywhere, and I know she didn't fall off the horse, she has to be
Cookie's standpoint The car stopped at the parking lot of a small restaurant, I was pushing my face into the window in excitement and desperation to jump out of the car and get to eating as soon as possible. Edward's mother found me something “decent” to wear; a plain blue skinny jeans and an oversize white flutter shirt. Trust me, I took a pair of scissors and turned the jeans into a skinny ripped jeans and tied the top tightly until it looked like the one I wore there. Then I wore my cowgirl boots and hat, you should have seen her face when I walked out of one of their bedroom looking sexy. 'Come on,' I urged him impatiently, tugging at his arm, so he would open the door. He gave me a new rule, never step out without permi
Cookie's standpoint 'So, Coco, right?' He rolled his eyes, ignoring me. Okay, Cookie, that's a sign from heaven to be silent. 'I just thought about it, you are the coco to my cookie,' he raised his eyes from his phone and glared at me. 'What about the cocoa that flavors my cookie? Nothing?' 'The bullet that ends your cookie…' 'Bah!' I exclaimed, waving my fork dismissively. 'Bullets have nothing to do with cookies, you should have used the oven that burns your cookies, not mine.' 'We agreed we won't fight,' he reminded me. I nodded and focused on clearing my meal wi
Marilyn's standpoint (Ursula) I stared at the plasma TV meticulously, eating from my bowl of chips as I watched the movie alone. It really hurt watching it alone, Vee was always there with me, making the movie more interesting. If she wasn't laughing exaggeratedly, she would be hitting me and shouting like a forest girl. When it came to horror movies, she would hold my hands and not scream, be the shoulders I lean on and then after the movie, will tease me for being too jumpy and a wimp.
I really wondered how he manage to slip into my heart without my knowledge. It just happened within such a short period of spending time with him. He was the most caring, kind, and gentle among all the men. Bruce was the opposite of what others knew him as when he sat with regular women. His tenderness and care always made me wonder how he ended up feared as the best after boss. And I really found myself liking him, bad. 'Well, I guess it won't hurt to imagine him touching me, since he's at a far and safe distance.' I said out loud and rolled on my back. I pictured him over me, kissing me as his hands explored my body. I sque
Cookie's standpoint I yawned as I sat up from the bed, gently removing myself from Ted's body, it was war getting his hands off me. As much as I would have loved to admire his cute face, play with his beard while trailing my hands on his chest, I would rather take my time putting my "make him fall in love with me" plans to action. 'Oh!' I exclaimed when he suddenly pulled me back, rolled us over and pinned me back in the bed. His legs carefully entwined with mine as his hand held my waist down in a way I couldn't make any single movement. What was I doing thinking I could escape from a highly trai
I sighed and dropped my legs on the floor, resting my elbows on my knees. My father never loved my mother after they got married, he just married her for an heir. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her later but kept it to himself by treating her terrible and always beating her. I hated him then, why would he hit her so much! That was what I thought until the council of high Mafias found out he loved her, and so he had to choose between her and himself; he chose the latter, of course. The worse part was making me watch as he killed her, so I
Cookie's standpoint I can't believe he is really sending me away! How did it come to this! I stared at him still pouting and giving him my combo look but it wasn't working on him, nothing was working on him. I had tried begging, promising to keep away, to even fast but nothing worked. Alas! There I was holding the door of the black Prado car as I stared at him. I sighed, seeing that it wasn't going to work anymore, I'm a goner. He was really sending me away.