Edrien is not one of those boys who liked to go around exposing their love to the public eye, not at all, he was affectionate when alone, he never left his role as a 'serious boy with no feelings' for anyone, ever.Until now, I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. I understand why the discomfort, he was doubting whether or not to kiss me in front of everyone.He put aside his reputation for me, to show me that he did care.I focus on his lips and chasing his rhythm, I never managed it, it was very slow but wild, I would go crazy, he descends to my lower lip and bites it without stopping the kiss. That tug steals a weak gasp from me. It was already in his hands, or literally, in his mouth.He, very advantageously, takes advantage of my half-open mouth and enters his wet tongue to explore it, he knows what he's doing, he knows what I want because he brushes his cold piercing along my tongue, I hold my breath and release it in cl
Time is wasting away. It is exhausted and lost.Every minute back meant a chance to save them.Aaron has done his best to send reinforcements, but they are simply slow to arrive, and as a work of mysterious fate the other five boys outside have lost their connections with us. We only know about the three of them.I am affected by nerves, my mind is clouded, no rational idea passes through it, I want to help him, I want him back. Just imagining that a bomb could annihilate everyone in a matter of milliseconds ate me away, killed me in some way.About six minutes have passed, nothing has happened, Monica seems to be waiting for something, Edrien trusts his advisor, Aaron, in some sense their arms are tied, they cannot move without the trigger threatening to shoot them. It's hard to catch her.But it baffles me that they act so peaceful. For God's sake, a bomb will explode and turn them into dust!"What will they do?" He looked at Aaron asking for an answer.He frowns, crosses his arms.
Three days later…“Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us.I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one.Wine or Champagne?The wine tastes very good.Champagne is also very good.Which one I choose?“We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision.I smile at him and nod.It will be wine this time.The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears.Deep breath.I'm nervous, I can feel my heart in my mouth. Why was she? She was having an official date with Edrien. After what happened, after being close to the limit, he has paid more attention to me, he has insisted on spending time together. I love this new Edrien.He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow."That?" I emit, because I feel that I am unconsciously doing something I shouldn't."Just relax." he sends laughing.His laugh helps me with what he asks of me.It's not the only thing he's asked of me. My mother and I are still in her den. She didn't want
Bienvenidos a Westside Institute, una de las escuelas más caras del mundo y famosa por haber formado a monarcas, empresarios y grandes personalidades, donde las cosas son lo que piensas y todo resulta ser lo que parece.El campus de nuestro Instituto se extiende sobre un terreno de 30 hectáreas donde los árboles rodean las casas de huéspedes y los campos deportivos. Las suites son individuales o dobles según su edad y los estudiantes pueden decorarlas a su gusto para trabajar y relajarse mejor.Contamos con biblioteca, amplias aulas, laboratorios científicos, sala de informática, piscina y mucho más. Ah, y también bóvedas donde pasan cosas que… no veo la necesidad de decírtelo.Además, el centro cuenta con un campus de invierno donde los estudiantes viajan entre enero y marzo. La escuela tiene sus propios chalés, lo que permite a estudiantes y profesores vivir y trabajar allí.También disponemos de actividades extraescolares como las deportivas, cuenta con instalaciones para la prácti
ROSE SHARMAN"It is so beautiful." I sighed fascinated at Edrien.Edrien Peck, the magician of mysteries, the bad boy from Institute. And the most handsome and strange boy in the institute who bullied."It's so horrendous." Gus, my best friend, mutters reluctantly."If you were gay, you wouldn't find it horrible." I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him."Why do you like a weirdo like that?" I snort."That's exactly why I like it, its rarity. He is unique."Her black hair, fair complexion, grayish green eyes, bushy eyebrows, thin and luscious lips, a slender and worked body fitted in black clothing, a turned-up nose, a not exaggeratedly marked jaw.Really, it was."You have nothing in your favor, he has caught you countless times spying on him, and no, it is not a seduction tactic, when he sees your laptop wallpaper he will sue you for harassment." funny laugh."No, he won't run away from me," I growled, "and shut up, your laugh is horrendous." I crossed my arms."Sure, stalker.""I at leas
What do hit men do with a problem, they annihilate it.What am I going to do to get out of this alive? No fucking idea.Will it be too late to pray?"Stop saying nonsense and go check it out." I bellow annoyed."I'd better hire Scooby-doo," Edrien joked, "relax, the noise could have come from anywhere. But for you to be calm, I will check the place.""You better, see you." His shadow moved away and I saw my opportunity to see who it was, and I also had to get out of here. I took a book and ran fast asking my sandals for discipline so as not to have a second slip.Leaving the drama section I sit at the table closest to me, open the book and pretend to read, after a few slow seconds; a boy comes out of the gothic narrative section, I wouldn't look, it would be very suspicious to do so, but when he passed by I knew who he was.Eliecer, his brother.What trouble has he gotten himself into?Not in a problem… He had committed a crime.And Edrien knows it…he was helping him.Who was the victi
He takes me the one he brought me.“What talk?” Better to act like you don't know anything.“Don’t pretend, you heard it all.”“Why do you think it was me?”“Easy, you were breathing hard after the marathon you ran from the back of the library to the table. And you also read the book backwards.”Well, Eliécer might have the nerve, but he wasn't stupid.“So what if I heard her.”You already screwed up.Did I ask your opinion, conscience? Not right?“Well, the same thing as Aly could happen to you.”I held my breath, scared, “You would not be able to."““No, if you do me a favor.”I huffed with my arms tied, I had no other option, “What do you want?"“Look for the witness.”““What? Why me?”Another question would be: Why doesn't Eliécer hire an Investigator and prevent me from sticking my nose into his affairs? He couldn't do it why; you don't know it, but; Eliécer was the Governor's son, paying an Investigator who could betray him or divulge the information to the press would cause his
Peter was too nosy, but I have a knack for crafting believable lies on my behalf.“Personal reasons” he didn't blink, “very personal, Peter.”“You tell me or I won’t be able to access your account.” she blackmailed her.“You are not involved.”Don't bother anymore.“I'm going to violate your privacy, believe me, I'm already deep into this.”I snorted, “I mistakenly sent a very embarrassing message. I need to delete it before I read it.”“A nude?” he asked, smiling amusedly and raising his eyebrows.I denied until my neck hurt.“No, love letter to the wrong email.”"Gross."“Peter, about yours, okay? Look, if he reads…” I cover my face, “I don't even want to imagine.”"Okay."I knew he was smart.He entered the email, typed countless times, opened and closed operating systems, and after about fifteen minutes we had accessed his account.“You are such a genius!”“Let's go to your Gmail.”Oh no, not that.“I do it,” I snatched the laptop from him, earning his doubtful look, “it's a very
Three days later…“Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us.I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one.Wine or Champagne?The wine tastes very good.Champagne is also very good.Which one I choose?“We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision.I smile at him and nod.It will be wine this time.The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears.Deep breath.I'm nervous, I can feel my heart in my mouth. Why was she? She was having an official date with Edrien. After what happened, after being close to the limit, he has paid more attention to me, he has insisted on spending time together. I love this new Edrien.He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow."That?" I emit, because I feel that I am unconsciously doing something I shouldn't."Just relax." he sends laughing.His laugh helps me with what he asks of me.It's not the only thing he's asked of me. My mother and I are still in her den. She didn't want
Time is wasting away. It is exhausted and lost.Every minute back meant a chance to save them.Aaron has done his best to send reinforcements, but they are simply slow to arrive, and as a work of mysterious fate the other five boys outside have lost their connections with us. We only know about the three of them.I am affected by nerves, my mind is clouded, no rational idea passes through it, I want to help him, I want him back. Just imagining that a bomb could annihilate everyone in a matter of milliseconds ate me away, killed me in some way.About six minutes have passed, nothing has happened, Monica seems to be waiting for something, Edrien trusts his advisor, Aaron, in some sense their arms are tied, they cannot move without the trigger threatening to shoot them. It's hard to catch her.But it baffles me that they act so peaceful. For God's sake, a bomb will explode and turn them into dust!"What will they do?" He looked at Aaron asking for an answer.He frowns, crosses his arms.
Edrien is not one of those boys who liked to go around exposing their love to the public eye, not at all, he was affectionate when alone, he never left his role as a 'serious boy with no feelings' for anyone, ever.Until now, I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. I understand why the discomfort, he was doubting whether or not to kiss me in front of everyone.He put aside his reputation for me, to show me that he did care.I focus on his lips and chasing his rhythm, I never managed it, it was very slow but wild, I would go crazy, he descends to my lower lip and bites it without stopping the kiss. That tug steals a weak gasp from me. It was already in his hands, or literally, in his mouth.He, very advantageously, takes advantage of my half-open mouth and enters his wet tongue to explore it, he knows what he's doing, he knows what I want because he brushes his cold piercing along my tongue, I hold my breath and release it in cl
Who the hell leaves the window open with the tremendous sun lurking?I question myself, covering my face with the pillow, my eyes hurt and the glare of the sun's rays doesn't want me alive.I groan because I woke up and I won't be able, no matter how hard I try, to go back to sleep. I'm lucid but the memories of last night come and go like flashes without order. I'm alone in bed and I find out something important.I'm wearing an Edrien t-shirt, I remember, but I don't know how it came into my possession. At least I have my underwear on. Does that mean nothing delicious happened last night? Yes, that and the painful memory that invades my mind.“Rose, you're drunk.” Edrien repeats between kisses, his mouth says something else. His kisses speak for themselves.It is so intense to feel him on top of me, his hands are on my sides pretending to be the sheet. She growls because I nibble on her lower lip.However, he walks away like any spoilsport leaving me wanting.“I don't take advantage
“Monica?” I exclaimed open-mouthed.It just can't be. It is absurd, impossible and unusual. How could it be her? If she also looks for the culprit.Eliécer has to be telling another of his lies.“No, that can't be it, she…” Freck gasps, stunned, just like everyone else.I cover my mouth with my hand, I can't believe it.Eliécer reiterates it.“Monica killed Aly, and that role of a friend devastated by the death of her best friend is pure theater.”Freck gasps in confusion, looks at him again, perplexed, mutters incoherently, rubbing his face with his palms, he is processing everything. He points to her.“You have proof.”Eliécer smiles at him.“I am the only witness, I saw how everything happened, now prepare to know what exactly happened…” he looks at the interrogator, “Call my brother, I will tell everything.”Edrien points at Grean and orders:“Find Monica and stop her,” he bellows, opening the door, he takes a look at me, “You, don't leave here.”A complaint remains on my tongue,
He was suffering a mini-cardiac arrest."What did he say?" through the heavens, even my voice trembled.Mom must have been very angry, my punishment when I return will be longer than a maximum sentence. Oh, I messed it up universally.“She is proud of her daughter.”If I haven't been sitting, I insist that I was spread out on the floor."As?" article in case I heard wrong.“She is proud of you,” she repeats, “of how brave and fair you are, of your guts for defending the innocent and doing justice. “She is proud of the righteousness she has as a daughter.”An involuntary smile leaves me.“He really said all that, like that, with those words.”Understand me, it is not easy to believe in that.“No, but he meant it like I told you.”He steals a giggle from me. I feel so good in his company.“Thank you, for everything, for my mother, for being here. For all." I get up and hug him, I love feeling him close, that the only air is that of his perfume and that the only sound is that of our brea
"I want to see them."How demanding Grean was as a deputy boss.I'm looking for the video that Abby recorded where The Zanni confess the truth.“Here it is, it's a video, it was when we infiltrated the vaults.” I hand him my phone and the video starts playing.We were silent, we all heard even Abby and I's mini-conversations. Right at the exact point of the confession, Brighella is clearly heard saying, “Besides, you servants know what we are capable of, or I remind you Aly that she ended up underground as a traitor.”Everyone is shocked. Grean gives me my cell phone back.“And we are studying the cases of Aly and Zach separately.” I muttered indignantly.“At first Aly was not linked to them, now… She is a girl who murders her.”"How do you know?"“Security cameras at The Moon that he can and have checked. I have the copy here” I raise my cell phone, “The quality of the video is crap and you can't see much, but Gus saw it before passing out drunk. The police processed him as a visual
My head hurts.My body seems dead in life.It's not that big of a deal, it's exaggerated, leave the drama behind.Consciousness, always ruining my leading role. Anyway, I continue.I was dying, my muscles were stiff, it hurt to move.Ignoring all this, I open my eyes a little, my retinas are sensitive, my vision is blinded and I lower my eyelids again. My head will explode if I try it again.The dryness in my mouth expands to my throat, speaking will be a challenge.I lick my lips and they are rough, what happened to me?I hear voices, two male voices talking about something that doesn't even interest me, I focus on opening my eyes again without getting dizzy. I grit my teeth because of the sharp pain in my head, everything spins, the ground is unstable, but in moments everything stops and stays that way, as it should be.I do not know where I am.There are gray walls, lights, devices and I find myself lying on a stretcher, I keep my clothes. At least I'm not naked.Well, the dizzines
“Priscilla?” I repeat confused.Better let's apply the old reliable: act crazy.I remember putting on makeup that night, I even combed my hair differently, now I didn't have a drop of cosmetics on my complexion and my tangled hair would work in my favor.Come on, Rose, show the protagonists of the soap operas you've seen what you've learned, bring out your best performance.He's going to say something, I won't let him.“Sorry, but I don't know you, I'm sure you got the wrong house. And no Priscila lives around here, have a good afternoon.” I want to close the door in her face, she objects by putting her hand out.“Excuse me, I'm Kevin Lowell” he holds out his hand to me, I look at him suspiciously however I accept it, “I probably confused you, I'm looking for Roselin. You are…?"“Her daughter,” I confess and her hand loosens its grip, her face is another problem, I let go of her hand and scratch my uncomfortable neck, “she's not here, but if she wants, leave her the message.”"His dau