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.
Cookie's standpoint 'Don't let me Don't let me Don't let me down Don't let me down Don't let me down down down…' I sang along as I made the coffees for the workers, that was my job, coffee girl. Not exactly coffee girl, I delivered drinks to everyone, and snacks too and if they wish, food. It was the best I could get, I couldn't specifically use my original certificate with my real name to get any job. I could have gotten a secretary job with my fake one but some bitch had to use her puss to steal it away from me, so here I am.
'What are you up to, Bruce?' 'I just want coffee, or can't I get a drink?' He asked poutingly. I looked at the man who was already shakily making a call for the coffee. 'Americano for me and cold ice tea for the boss, you guys need anything?' He asked the other guys, they rejected of course. 'Your loss.' 'Get Nicole to bring one hot Americano, one glass of ice tea and cold soda to my office, add donuts please.' He said quaverly. 'Alright, sir,' I averted my eyes to Bruce who was playing air guitar as he celebra
Cookie's standpoint I stared at myself in the mirror, convincing myself that my action was right. It wasn't wrong anyway, Ted and I never dated. Okay, the main problem was that Ted could find out I was going on a date and kill Lino. He has jealousy disorder. Still… I wore black pantyhose, pantyhose artistically designed to be splattered with paint, so it eventually looks like black with long sprays and drips of red, mango, lemon, emerald, sapphire, fuchsia and lilac paint across it. I pulled on black wedges, some black and coral anklets, a few chunky brackets, decorated my fingers with colorful rings and made my hair up into a tight controlled bun at the side of my hair with some few curls falling down to frame my face. To top my colorful outfit, I wore a white shirt with du
Ted's standpoint An hour into their wonderful night, I was sitting and chewing ice cubes as I watched them laugh, hold hands, cuddled, and converse like lovestruck teenagers. I already promised myself not to make a fool out of myself, not to go close to her ever again because she doesn't need me. Me staying away from her is doing her a big favor. '…and honestly, the guy was so annoying, always syncopated his words and drawling his vowels so much I felt like listening to nail on a chalkboard would have been better.' He laughed as he explained a dumb story. She laughed drowsily, she was dozing off already in his arms. Memories of her in mine flashed in my head. No one else should touch her that wa
Ted's standpoint I had always been a ruthless killer all my life, one who didn't think twice before firing a bullet; one who had no heart and pity no soul. Everyone who opposed me all died by my bullets or hands, some kept their fucks to themselves, caving like the cowards they were. There was less rivals that lasted long; all died sooner than usual. I would always smile in victory after a successful kill, reliving the memories of my enemies all dropping dead or their agonizing cries when I torture them to death. It was a turn on for me, almost sadomasochistic, but it wasn't exactly that way at all. Though I never admitted it, I was starting to grow tire of that lifestyle; wake up, trai
Cookie's standpoint I sank my teeth into my lip as the whip mercilessly latched on my back. I was tied down on the bed by my abductor, Cyree, who took pleasure from the pain of women. He had subjected me to whipping, beating, strangling, starvation, rape, wound infliction and more, all in nine days. But, I was not submitting to him. He wanted me to beg, to wail and plead for mercy while he fucked the life out of me. I wasn't giving in, I wasn't accepting defeat or showing the crazy algolagniac that I was one who would satisfy his sick sexual pleasure with my agony. Without me crying and begging, he wasn't enjoying raping me one bit. 'You stupid bitch! Just cry!' He roared angrily. The good thing was that he wasn't going to k
Marilyn's standpoint (Ursula) I sighed as I washed the dishes, a woebegone expression on my face. I was having the worst weeks of my life. First, life was so hard getting used to without Viona, no one except Bruce was there to make me laugh. I was okay at least, it wasn't that bad but when Bruce returned with Ame almost two months ago, and I saw what that monster made her go through, I knew life was going to get hard. Thanks to Madam Alicia, most of the scars on her body had completely disappeared and thank God her skin was one of those special ones that don't keep scars. If it was mine, many of it would remain. Secondly, Vee changed, like in a bad way. For all the years we had been together, Vee had always been the fu
Ted's standpoint I slammed the empty cup of beer on the table and sighed, I had lamented all my troubles to him like always. Cephas might not be my father, but I had always seen him as a better one; calm, too polite, nice but yet dangerous when he wants to be. I could tell him everything and harbor no fear because he would never rat me out. I trust him more than Carlos and all my men. 'You really are in a tight situation,' he chuckled and sipped from his beer. He understands me because he has always openly talked to me about his first love, how it ended badly. 'What do you intend to do?' 'What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to pacify her. I know she is not insan