“Where are you taking me?” She asked. He leaned closer, his face calm but his eyes dark with an unsettling intensity. “To where you belong.” Her heart raced as his words sank in. “What does that even mean?” He straightened, his gaze flickering toward the window as the city lights blurred past. “It means we’re going ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 , Little Bird. 𝑂𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When an ordinary business student catches the eye of a charismatic, successful businessman visiting her college, she’s swept into a world she never imagined. Captivated by his charm and sophistication, she’s drawn deeper into a passionate connection with him, believing she’s found the romance of her dreams. But as strange events and shadows start to disturb her once-peaceful life, she begins to question if her perfect love story might be hiding darker secrets. Unbeknownst to her, someone else has been watching all along, harboring an obsession that could change her life forever. ---
View MoreThe class had commenced, but Salvatore's mind remained adrift. He sat at his desk, elbow propped up, his eyes half-focused on the front of the room, where the professor’s voice melded into a monotonous hum that played in the background, drowning out any sense of engagement. His thoughts clung to a moment that had unfolded just before—the moment she walked in. Isabella. She hadn’t made a grand entrance; there were no dramatic flourishes, no shaky nerves or bright smiles typically found among freshers. Instead, she had entered with an almost ethereal calmness, her posture poised and unyielding, her expression an unreadable mask that intrigued him. His friends were quick to notice her, as they always were in this first week of university life when the thrill of ragging was in full swing. They peppered the newcomers with questions designed to elicit embarrassment, but it was clear they were merely testing the waters, nothing vicious or malicious. Then, it was her turn. Just her voi
The laughter around the bench intensified, a vibrant mix of stories and ideas flowing among the boys, each tale more outrageous than the last. Their excitement seemed to sizzle in the air, building palpable energy with every second. Meanwhile, Salvatore leaned back, stretching his legs out and letting his gaze drift skyward, where fluffy clouds lazily meandered across the blue expanse.Ethan nudged him playfully. “So? You in or what?”Salvatore popped his gum, the sound sharp against the growing chatter, and replied with a casual flip of indifference, "If you guys want to, then fine. Do what you want."That reluctant permission was all they needed. With a wild cheer that echoed off the walls, the boys sprang up like wolves released from a cage, rubbing their palms together in eager anticipation as they made their way toward the row of benches near the auditorium—where freshers nervously gathered, unsure of their new surroundings and awaiting the assignment of their orientation groups.
The morning sun poured over the sprawling school grounds, casting a warm, golden light that danced across the cobbled courtyard. Students buzzed around in animated clusters—some engaged in lively conversations, others rushing to their classes, while a select few lingered in anticipation, awaiting the arrival of one person: Salvatore. Then, as if on cue, the heavy gates creaked open. Salvatore stepped inside, exuding a natural charisma that turned heads effortlessly. He stood tall, with dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze, lending him an air of casual sophistication. His crisp white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing strong, muscular forearms that could make half the school’s population momentarily forget how to breathe. The school blazer hung carelessly over one shoulder, and a leather strap from his backpack was slung over the other, accentuating his relaxed demeanor. Instantly, a chorus of gasps erupted from the surrounding students. “He’s here!” one girl exclaim
Salvatore Massimo was eighteen, yet he bore the weight of a man living a life much longer than his own. He was not the type to draw attention to himself; instead, there was an intense depth in his eyes that suggested he comprehended everything around him while holding onto every detail tightly. In the school's bustling corridors, he maintained a measured distance, embodying a kind of coolness that seemed effortless—an air of untouchable confidence that set him apart. Yet, within the tight circle of friends he chose to engage with, a different Salvatore emerged. He would share laughter, deliver witty quips, and wear a smirk that hinted at secrets he was unwilling to disclose. Beneath this facade, however, lay a palpable tension, as if he carefully curated parts of himself, denying even his closest friends access to the totality of who he was.Salvatore's childhood was steeped in a paradox—a home that thrived in silence, echoing the storms of conflict and passion that had long since sub
The soft light of dawn slipped gently through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the spacious bedroom. The room was enveloped in a tranquil silence, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the couple nestled together in soft, rumpled sheets.Olivia was the first to stir, her lashes fluttering like delicate butterfly wings as she turned toward the man sleeping beside her. Sebastian's arm was draped protectively around her waist, his face serene and peaceful, softened by the remnants of sleep. The past two years had gently altered his features—his eyes held a gentler light, and his jaw appeared more relaxed—but the depth of his intensity remained, just redirected into a calm reassurance.As she watched him, a small smile crept across her lips, savoring this quiet moment. Then, a tiny sound shattered the stillness of the morning.A faint, muffled giggle erupted from the baby monitor resting on the nightstand.Olivia’s heart warmed at the sound. “Your son’s awake,” she
The soft rustle of the wind outside the grand window whispered gently against the glass, creating a soothing backdrop to the scene within. Moonlight poured into the room, casting long beams of silver that danced across the crisp, white linens and enveloping Olivia’s weary face in a tranquil, pale glow. Her eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion, yet her gaze remained steadfastly fixed on the tiny bundle cradled against her chest—his flushed cheeks glowed softly in the moonlight, his eyes barely open, and his miniature fingers curled tightly around her pinky, as if holding on to a lifeline. Sebastian stood at the foot of the bed, still and silent, his presence a protective shadow in the dim light. He observed them with a reverence that bordered on reverent awe, as if he might disturb some fragile moment of perfection with even the slightest movement. “He has your eyes,” Olivia breathed, her voice hoarse from the rigors of labor yet imbued with a deep sense of wonder. The corner of her li
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft, silvery glow of the moon as it seeped through the delicate, sheer curtains. Shadows danced across the walls, creating a tranquil yet tense atmosphere. Olivia stirred restlessly beneath the covers, a frown creasing her brow as she felt an all-too-familiar discomfort start to unfurl within her. At first, it was merely a dull cramp—an unwelcome but not unusual visitor. Yet soon, the sensation intensified, becoming sharper and more insistent, catching her breath in the back of her throat.She shifted uncomfortably, pushing aside the sheets to press a trembling hand against her abdomen. The pain was no longer confined; it wrapped around her like a tightening band, squeezing with relentless pressure. A wave of panic fluttered in her chest, each thud of her heart echoing in the stillness of the night."Not now," she whispered, her voice quivering with fear and desperation as another relentless wave crashed over her, leaving
The soft, golden glow of the morning sun filtered through the delicate sheer curtains, casting a warm, inviting light that danced across the spacious bedroom. Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently resting over her swollen belly, as if cradling the life within. A deep sigh escaped her lips, a small and somewhat defeated gesture, as she gazed blankly at the floor, lost in thought.Sebastian emerged from the walk-in closet, his crisp white shirt neatly pressed, sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. The sharpness of his deep brown eyes immediately honed in on her troubled expression. After years of being together, he could read her like an open book. He recognized that look all too well — it was the unmistakable sign of trouble brewing beneath the surface.“What’s wrong, little bird?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress aimed at breaking through the fog that surrounded her. There was a careful quality to his tone, a mix of concern and tenderness, as if he
Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching Olivia as she tried to reach for a fallen book on the floor. Her pregnant belly, now prominent at six months, seemed to make even the simplest of tasks a formidable challenge. He could see the frustration etched on her face, a mix of determination and exasperation.“Olivia, please stop that,” he said firmly, pushing himself away from the door and stepping closer.She let out an annoyed huff, her fingers straining to grasp the book just out of reach. “Sebastian, it’s just a book. I can pick it up myself,” she insisted, her tone a blend of stubbornness and pride.Not willing to let her continue, he knelt down, his knee creaking slightly as he bent. He swiftly grabbed the book and set it on the table with a deliberate motion. “You’re not supposed to bend over like that, especially now,” he said, concern lacing his voice.Olivia looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. Despite his protective instincts
The Monday morning buzz hummed through the halls of Business College as students filed in, eyes bleary from too little sleep and too many deadlines. Olivia Brooks, seated at her favorite corner table in the student lounge, sipped her coffee, her eyes scanning over a stack of notes. It was the same table she always picked—the one just far enough from the windows to avoid distractions but close enough to give her a glimpse of the campus lawn where groups gathered between classes. It gave her comfort, a spot she could rely on in a schedule that rarely wavered. Olivia wasn’t one for spontaneity. She knew her routine down to the hour: an early-morning coffee, a full day of lectures, afternoons in the library, and nights spent revisiting her notes until her eyelids drooped. It wasn’t thrilling, perhaps, but it was stable. Reliable. And stability was something Olivia valued more than excitement. “Olivia! You’re here early,” a familiar voice called from across the lounge. Her best friend, ...
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