They arrived in Singapore Changi Airport that afternoon with plenty of time to spare.
Imogen was laughing uproariously at one of his stories as they arrived at the hotel that he booked.
He surprised her again by being an attentive host. There was no time to feel worried, nervous or even sad. All she felt was ease and contentment in his company.
"We're here, sir." The driver announced as the car pulled over in front of the hotel.
"Allow me," Kieran said gently. He opened the door for them since he was sitting on the side of the car that led to the street.
He held out his hand and smiled down at her warmly. Blue-violet eyes drank in the towering sight of her new friend app
The whole world was filled with bright red roses or so it seemed to Imogen as she stepped inside the huge cathedral in Kieran's arm. She couldn't see his face in the glaring afternoon sunshine so she looked away. The dark king tucked her hand inside his arm more firmly as they walked inside the large, breathtaking Church of the Sacred Heart in Singapore. His warmth and solid figure beside her was enough to ground her to the saddest day of her life. Her date didn't say anything but his silence was golden. After the accidental meeting with Henry on Friday, they went out for the entire day of Saturday. They went to a zoo, a museum and to a film. Imogen took her camera along and took plenty of pictures of her handsome host to share with Isabel. Th
Kieran had trouble remembering how they returned to her hotel room the next morning. It was a blur, even to him. They were both drunker than he thought.Kieran was a lightweight drinker but Imogen was quite used to drinking her way through a bar. It was amusing to think that a petite woman like her could hold her liquor and he couldn't. Anyway, he wasn't sure if it was because of the strong Scotch that he ordered or it was because of Imogen. All that he could remember in his drunken haze was that they had locked the door behind them and how he had roughly pushed her up against it. He couldn't get enough of her. What Kieran wanted was Imogen’s lips and neck. Her moans told him the same thing.
"My darling witchling."Imogen sighed in her sleep as she rolled over to her side. The cold night breeze came in through the open window. Opaque white curtains fluttered as the devil came inside her room."Wake up, my darling."He walked with the darkness and shadows to his promised bride, his destiny.My pretty little darling witch.She lay on her bed of purple satin sheets and translucent white curtains in her four poster bed like a sleeping child.He marveled at her ethereal beauty with her pearlescent skin and crown of dark hair. His s
"Thanks for meeting me," Imogen said as she smiled at her best friend. The brown-haired young woman smiled back. "I didn't know what to do. I didn’t know who else to call, Isabel." After her conversation with her mother, she called her best friend almost immediately. They promptly scheduled lunch at Mary Grace in their favorite mall in Alabang two days after her arrival from Singapore to discuss everything that was happening to her and the disturbing dream that she had. They met in a small cafe that served delicious cakes and coffee. It was a Wednesday afternoon so the cafe was nearly empty. Imogen was nervous but she didn’t let it show. "I'm glad you called. How are you?" Isabel asked, looking worried. 
"Thanks for meeting me," Imogen said as she smiled at her best friend. The brown-haired young woman smiled back. "I didn't know what to do. I didn’t know who else to call, Isabel." After her conversation with her mother, she called her best friend almost immediately. They promptly scheduled lunch at Mary Grace in their favorite mall in Alabang two days after her arrival from Singapore to discuss everything that was happening to her and the disturbing dream that she had. They met in a small cafe that served delicious cakes and coffee. It was a Wednesday afternoon so the cafe was nearly empty. Imogen was nervous but she didn’t let it show. "I'm glad you called. How are you?" Isabel asked, looking worried. 
Imogen's stomach was full of butterflies as she entered Bon Sejour. Kieran had called her earlier that afternoon to ask her out to dinner. She immediately canceled her last meeting to accomodate his request and went home to get ready. Her skirt suit and heels were replaced with a lovely lavender A-line dress and wedge heels. She did her hair in a half-up and half-down style so her bangs and some tendrils of hair framed her oval face. She also swiped on a deeper shade of pink on her lips but kept her makeup as simple as possible. Although she was surprised that he was asking her out on a Monday, she didn't ask. She wanted to talk to him too. The waiter led her towards a corner table where he was waiting. Her eyes drank in the sight of her dinner companio
A long, long time ago in a country in the far east, there lived a family of witches. Their clan possessed supernatural powers like reating charms for resistance against magical attacks, concocting healing potions and most importantly, fortune-telling dreams. In spite of their skills, they were shunned and maligned so they were left to live at the outskirts of their village. Out of fear, the other villagers refused to trade or even to interact with them. Only the sick, the desperate and the chieftain would visit them. But the head of the family, an old witch they called Inang, continued to serve the village faithfully by leaving protective spells around the village boundaries, scaring away the maligno and dealing with the other supernatural beings who lived in the forest
Imogen Madrigal and Kieran Belmonte first met each other at a benefit dinner party for an impoverished orphanage in Metro Manila. It was a boring affair with rich and influential people as the main guests, classical music and vicious gossip in the background. They’ve been forced to attend because this was what the buena familias did to keep up appearances. She stood in the balcony at the edge of the ballroom of The Peninsula Manila in Makati, away from the crowd, as a vision of white lace and black curls. Her expensive white lace eyelet dress accentuated her best features like her long legs and creamy skin. Long dark hair fell down to her back in carefree waves and framed her perfect oval face. Violet eyes glittered under a fringe of long, black lashes as she stared ou
Imogen's stomach was full of butterflies as she entered Bon Sejour. Kieran had called her earlier that afternoon to ask her out to dinner. She immediately canceled her last meeting to accomodate his request and went home to get ready. Her skirt suit and heels were replaced with a lovely lavender A-line dress and wedge heels. She did her hair in a half-up and half-down style so her bangs and some tendrils of hair framed her oval face. She also swiped on a deeper shade of pink on her lips but kept her makeup as simple as possible. Although she was surprised that he was asking her out on a Monday, she didn't ask. She wanted to talk to him too. The waiter led her towards a corner table where he was waiting. Her eyes drank in the sight of her dinner companio
"Thanks for meeting me," Imogen said as she smiled at her best friend. The brown-haired young woman smiled back. "I didn't know what to do. I didn’t know who else to call, Isabel." After her conversation with her mother, she called her best friend almost immediately. They promptly scheduled lunch at Mary Grace in their favorite mall in Alabang two days after her arrival from Singapore to discuss everything that was happening to her and the disturbing dream that she had. They met in a small cafe that served delicious cakes and coffee. It was a Wednesday afternoon so the cafe was nearly empty. Imogen was nervous but she didn’t let it show. "I'm glad you called. How are you?" Isabel asked, looking worried. 
"Thanks for meeting me," Imogen said as she smiled at her best friend. The brown-haired young woman smiled back. "I didn't know what to do. I didn’t know who else to call, Isabel." After her conversation with her mother, she called her best friend almost immediately. They promptly scheduled lunch at Mary Grace in their favorite mall in Alabang two days after her arrival from Singapore to discuss everything that was happening to her and the disturbing dream that she had. They met in a small cafe that served delicious cakes and coffee. It was a Wednesday afternoon so the cafe was nearly empty. Imogen was nervous but she didn’t let it show. "I'm glad you called. How are you?" Isabel asked, looking worried. 
"My darling witchling."Imogen sighed in her sleep as she rolled over to her side. The cold night breeze came in through the open window. Opaque white curtains fluttered as the devil came inside her room."Wake up, my darling."He walked with the darkness and shadows to his promised bride, his destiny.My pretty little darling witch.She lay on her bed of purple satin sheets and translucent white curtains in her four poster bed like a sleeping child.He marveled at her ethereal beauty with her pearlescent skin and crown of dark hair. His s
Kieran had trouble remembering how they returned to her hotel room the next morning. It was a blur, even to him. They were both drunker than he thought.Kieran was a lightweight drinker but Imogen was quite used to drinking her way through a bar. It was amusing to think that a petite woman like her could hold her liquor and he couldn't. Anyway, he wasn't sure if it was because of the strong Scotch that he ordered or it was because of Imogen. All that he could remember in his drunken haze was that they had locked the door behind them and how he had roughly pushed her up against it. He couldn't get enough of her. What Kieran wanted was Imogen’s lips and neck. Her moans told him the same thing.
The whole world was filled with bright red roses or so it seemed to Imogen as she stepped inside the huge cathedral in Kieran's arm. She couldn't see his face in the glaring afternoon sunshine so she looked away. The dark king tucked her hand inside his arm more firmly as they walked inside the large, breathtaking Church of the Sacred Heart in Singapore. His warmth and solid figure beside her was enough to ground her to the saddest day of her life. Her date didn't say anything but his silence was golden. After the accidental meeting with Henry on Friday, they went out for the entire day of Saturday. They went to a zoo, a museum and to a film. Imogen took her camera along and took plenty of pictures of her handsome host to share with Isabel. Th
They arrived in Singapore Changi Airport that afternoon with plenty of time to spare. Imogen was laughing uproariously at one of his stories as they arrived at the hotel that he booked. He surprised her again by being an attentive host. There was no time to feel worried, nervous or even sad.All she felt was ease and contentment in his company. "We're here, sir." The driver announced as the car pulled over in front of the hotel. "Allow me," Kieran said gently. He opened the door for them since he was sitting on the side of the car that led to the street. He held out his hand and smiled down at her warmly. Blue-violet eyes drank in the towering sight of her new friend app
Imogen came home to an empty penthouse in BGC after having a late night coffee date with Kieran. She knew that Vivian was away this weekend so she had the house all to herself.So she went directly to her bedroom turned on the lights to her modern and minimalist bedroom decorated in warm beige tones. Her bedroom was her haven after a busy day at work so she designed it in a warm neutral tone like beige but accented it with autumn colors like sunset orange, teal blue, mustard yellow and emerald green. She had a wide four-poster California king bed with the softest sheets imaginable and silken pillowcases. On her rosewood bedside table sat two frames for a studio picture with her mother and another with Isabel and family. Imogen felt incredibly lonely at that
Tommy and his tightknit group of friends were early for their dinner reservation. They waited for the shadow king at Bon Sejour, their favorite French restaurant. Of course, they had the best table and the best service in the restaurant. All of the female patrons threw covetous looks every now and then towards their direction but they were so used to it that they didn't notice anymore. Tommy looked at his friends and sighed. "Why are you all here? I thought it was just dinner for four." "Don't be so jealous, Tommy," the Hernandez twins chorused. "You're not the only one he called." "That is true," Emma said agreeably. "Kieran wanted all of us to be here."