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Wake Up Sexy What Transpired?
What was supposed to be a reunion turned into a seperation, the unforgettable chain of our deeds. Serena's secrecy and denial were the rising point for me to unleash the hidden anger. I hadn't meant to be a monster to her, I can't help becoming one when I learnt from Rafe that Serena was living with her mother. The woman who had a hand in causing the split or bipolar personality disorder In Carolina. The temperature in the room had gone down with my unexpected declaration. Initially, while driving to her place I had told myself to behave like a civil human being with her but I realize when Mrs. Rodriguez had manipulated her into submitting to her obscene desires, then there's no point of cordial formalities. This breakup might be the demise of us. As I rotated on my heels to peek a look at Serena, she stood there firm, as if there was nothing wrong with her decision. "Your silence is making me question your sanity? You're not even denying my accusation?" I checked for some signs of he
Wake Up Sexy First Visit!
My first visit to Paris especially to the famous island of Lle Saint Louis, on the banks of the River Seine, has gone down the drain. The sun is smiling in the salty water as it flowed across the city, connected through four bridges. And I strolled on one of those with my hands tugged inside my jacket. The weather wasn’t chilly though my mind and heart are becoming stone cold with each step I take away from Serena’s home. I itched to turn around and give it a try once more, but her revolting words threw me back. I scanned the bridge to find John and Nathan standing a little further away near the fence. They looked blanched. Nathan jogged towards me, his eyes redder than a cherry and lips shut tight. He hugged me at the waist, and cried, “She’s bad.” I sighed. “She’s torn and she’s still your mother.” “I don’t love her,” he objected, hugging me tighter. “Let’s go home. It will be just us and Uncle John from now onwards.” John came upto me and gave me a pitiful look. “I don’t know w
Wake Up Sexy The Boat Ride Begins!
I've been posessive all my life. I never thought my posessiveness about my restaurant's future has reached to another height when it's image is probably about to be maligned in the war of love. For the past twenty-four hours, I've tasted atleast a handful of dishes and they all reflected my chef's recipe. At first I'd ben overwhelmed. A round mass of fire errupted in my eyes and I can't seem to spit out at hat someone who I was about to summon for another confrontation. The twist in the dirty tale is that despite knowing the culprit, I can't discharge my fury at the owner and staff for it might create a bad reputation. My staff has worked overtime along with me to bring Price Inns at the top I can't let my past and present ruin the exquisite scenery of that place which actually brought the love in me. How are love life can affect our careers? I always wondered, now I see the reason how competition can play a pivotal role in being a sadistic catalyst to revenge. Serena's revenging me a
Wake Up Sexy In the midway...
Flashback"What are you doing here?" Serena barked the moment, she opened the door. She stood there with a grumpy look plastered on her face while there were dark circles poking out of her eyes. Seems like someone else is becoming an insomniac like me. I leaned against the doorframe, taking in her sight. It didn't cross my mind that I might offend her with my sudden visit but I needed to do it anyway irrespective of the heated disagreement between us. I reminded myself of what I found out after tasting several recipe's of the Clay's. Either she has been working for them or she had decided to rob a job in France by a cheap tactic. Whichever it were, I had a mind to unleash the mystery behind it and this morning I woke up with another intention other than covering the gap. A new aim and a new mindset to change my ways. "Are you here again to bother me with your devious accusations?" Taking two steps further, she added, "Shouldn't you be out of this town already?" "Quite the opposite.
Wake Up Sexy The Sinking of the Titanic
“Fuck you, Daniel.” Serena repeated two more times, completing the circle of three, the great or so I believed. It sounded a ringtone to my ears when coming out from her mouth which I’ve only tasted a few dozen of times. I’m starved of love. Her love which drove me at the edge of maddening adventure.“Feeling better, Darling?” I inquired, handing over another glass of champagne. I’d the conscience to fix us a few drinks for a good travel in the middle of the river from where we could review the top sightings of the city. The captain of the boat didn’t seem to mind Serena’s howling; Nathan stared at us baffled but engrossed in clicking pictures on his tab and as I eyed John, I found him chuckling silently, his head immersed in his phone.“How can one feel better when you’re around?” She snorted.“I’m not that bad of a company.” I defended myself, placing my glass on the trolley and adjusting my shirt collar. It had displaced from it’s position and was causing an itching sensation in my
Wake Up Sexy The Life Jacket!
Breaths. Hard breaths. Cold. Perilously frigid. Holding onto the wheel of the boat,a houseboat to be exact, I held onto dear life of mine. My idea was to add an adventure in the list of romantic escapades with Serena. Never in a traumatic history, did I ever sought a possibility of becoming the victim of a maddening rush of water in the boat hanging our lives at the brim of the sinking boat. It has turned upside down. When I'd hired it earlier in the morning, I'd imagined myself proposing marriage to Serena on the deck surrounded by water on all sides with orchids and roses blooming inside the cabin. A fresh start to our relationship in the presence of the most vital element of life after clarifying our box of misunderstanding. I had bought an engagement ring for her which was secure in my pants pockets, until I felt it slipping out in the river and the red velvet box vanished away. The captain is supporting my lower body by entangling his legs with mine. I watched him struggle to
Wake Up Sexy Death, the thief!
'If death were to touch one of us, why wasn't it me?' I stared at the body or it peered at me, the pupils of John's eyes had gone red. The marine life shielded him, beginning to find their meal in the man who had been more than an anchor. Nothing made sense from there because my decision has led to the death of an innocent, once again. What difference does my cursed existence make now? The venomous hold Carolina's words have had on me have done more damage and my efforts to sustain a normal life are becoming futile. I breathed in bubbles as the water began to enter my lungs or I allowed it to enter my body on purpose for there's no meaning to my life anymore. "John…," a shockwave struck me and my lips whispered his name automatically. It was the sound of defeat. Despite knowing I can't bring him back to life, I tread in the water with my mind shutting out the world like it did when I lost my family. He was no less than a family; he was an elder brother who'd chosen to bring healing t
Wake Up Sexy The Sky scrapper!
My heart has suffered losses uncountable and my eyes have seen deaths horrific than that of Carrie's. Maybe, that's an exaggeration of what I think has perspired throughout these years but the scene infront of my eyes, made me want to hide behind the pillar and cry. We returned to Manhattan in the night, and currently stood at John's home facing his family who looked at me with questions swirling in their teary orbs. "I am sorry for your loss," in a faint voice, I started, bowing my head infront of his wife, paying my respect as well as support at this grieving hour. "What did he do to deserve this departure?" Mrs. Cavelli, who was a tall, lean yet firm women, asked in a shaking whisper. We've been standing at her apartment door for about half and hour, and she and her girls are staring at John's body unmoving. Tears cascaded from their eyes, and I don't know how else to describe this other than: forlorn figures aiming to mourn yet couldn't for they seek the truth of the staggering n
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Wake Up Sexy Extra Bonus Chapter 4
Carolina's POV (From Hell) Closure! 'What are these earthly creatures talking about?' I mused, eyeing the devils lingering around the foggy atmosphere. The realm has been freezing lately and it's impossible to step out to take a look. I sat in my chambers, staring at the mirror displaying the happy faces from Derena's wedding. It stunned me to know that the residents up in the fire have been keeping tabs on the two pathetic lovers and have given them a combined name. They have divulged from having a secretive live-in relationship to an official wedding taking the vows of sickness and health. It disgusted me to discover the insomniac's sleep cycle tattered. I ablaze the flames from beneath. They scattered in flickering venomous fireflies before they went off and the realm got covered in a silence as murky as the daunting night of our souls lurking over one another. This humbug of promises are making me itchy and edgy. 'What do they have that I don't? How did this life became so fair f
Wake Up Sexy Extra Bonus Chapter 3
Carolina's POV (From Hell) There are no timelines in Hell for I'm the unlimited invincible force to reckon and beckon. Satan is in authority but in his absence I take the charge to pour sense into the little devil's roaming around with a vibration of an independent soul. I hate it and so does, the lord of hell. Hell is about codependency on each other; empowerment is destructive coping mechanism around here. We don't preach or teach; we probe and lead to a highly classified mission of ruining the lives of those who caused us to descend at the lower level. The pitch dark web is our prison to initiate the activities of explosive thoughts and nightmarish emotions into the earthly humans we detest. I rarely see the reflection of my charred face in the mirror; it's spooky and ruthless. At times, I crawl and crib to the magical flying beasts in the chambers, storing endless wrath. They're not long or amusing; they're power boosters rising from the fire like volcanic eruption. Sometimes,
Wake Up Sexy Extra Bonus Chapter 2
Carolina's POV (From Hell) Withered cage. Hollow air. Silicon powers clouding the invisible realm, obscured somewhere where the human souls would come along as the hostility takes over. Monsters are cooked here; monsters are banished here and monsters seek monsters. What I think is not what I see for my vision is either protruded or the arising monstrosity within me has shielded the cone of volatile fire captivating my chambers. Satan's punishing me for defying him. I was instructed to let go off the war and interaction with the human world but I can't let my fatal enemy Daniel Price get a happily after with my newly found sister, Serena. Mommy dearest hid from me the treachery of her existence. How could I ever let it go? I was only her baby girl; she knew I loved to fight over Daniel; how could I have lived to see him sway away from the path of comeuppance? Streaks of fire tinge me on my stone walled body. It carries the weight of my deadpanned soul awaiting a release in the
Wake Up Sexy Extra Bonus Chapter 1
Carolina's POV (From Hell) Peace. 'What is it? Why is it and who brings it?' I sorted to find out in my larger than egoistic life on earth. Mother had said, "there's no peace in the human family. It's hell."Hell. Black inky island. Faraway from human contact, food, water or emotions. The place I am scattered and trapped; a home of my darkened, defeated and dead soul. It wasn't the place for life. It became my after life when my soul left the planet in the accident I caused in my obsession for Daniel. I rested in one of the chambers of the aflamed open terrace of a roundabout endless fire, situated beneath the plateau…little demons with tails crawled up from the ropes held out through the gate of hell. The big guy with those giant white scary eyes, let me in after I wandered into the abyss for days. 'All hail Satan!' No fights. No fun. No feeling and no one to hate except for the memory of my trickling death. What an award winning scene and plan it was to mop out the entire Pr
Wake Up Sexy Epilogue: The Final Chapter!
Eight years LaterSleep! My eternal love. My lifetime friend. The only thing now I can do without fail. How peaceful it is to sleep like a log of wood and snore my way in the office at bizzare days and meeting hours. I have recognized this feeling as heart blazing. I never knew I would brim with gratification after attaining the peaceful slumber, straight for eight hours. But now that I have actually gotten into the habit of drowning in the heavenly world for eight years I concur nothing can be more blissful than sleeping in between a day exhausting me or after work. As I squirmed to find a comfortable position on the couch, whispers resembling the wind whooshing, kissed my either side. I tried to shun them away but when I didn't budge, an ear bleeding shriek traveled in my ears. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," tumbling down the couch, I stared at the two reincarnation of Satan's, who faced me with hands on their hips and glint mischievous smiles circulating in their eyes. They scanned my face
Wake Up Sexy A Plotter's Decoy!
"What the fuck!" The intensity of our curse matched. We gawked at the other, and reluctantly brought an inch or two distance between our bodies. Confronting the man behind us, I recognized the intruder as the inspector who arrested us on that frick of a night. He flashed his badge and glared. Serena scooted closer to me, eyeing me from her peripheral vision in embarrassment. "The universe does love you, Darling. It's conspiring to fulfill your outrageous wish. How do you think I should proceed now?" I taunted in her ear. "You two again!" The inspector exclaimed. "That too on your wedding day?" It was more of a reprimanding query than a statement for he pointed at us in disbelief and shook his head. His military eyes switched off my manliness and my confidence to explain the compromising circumstance tunneled down. I dare not open my silky mouth to squash some chocolaty words to this machoman who can outwit me in strength corporeally. So silky chocolate. Suits my personality. '
Wake Up Sexy The Fugitive Night
Our reception controversy was unavoidable. Guess, I am willing to shake hands even with the reporters to curb down the juiciest details of the encounter with the prisoner and reposition the focus on the cake which got everyone to piss in their hearts. They smiled devilishly at me, driving a wedge of discomfort in my demeanor. Perambulating upto the team leader of the Zee Cafe, I pitched, "Hey Rita, mind having a private word?" "The great Daniel Price is giving us his precious minute of the hour. It's my lucky day, indeed." She clapped her hands in joy. "How can I help the dapper groom?" She flirted, moving in my space but far enough to not cross a line. "Stick to the report on the cake, decor, and Serena's skills. Avoid the orange buzz, will you?" Straight to the point, I ordered in an authoritative way. "I got the bite from your side for the first freaking time and you're robbing me of that chance to publish it to my readers who are crazy about this place and owner." "I will giv
Wake Up Sexy The blizzard wish!
A miraculous waterfall emerged from the guests attending the ceremony. Sallowed than the boiled egg-yolk, Serena weeped her lungs out, dismaying me for I'd expected her to glow bronze. "You're not gonna puke, are you?" I asked, checking her temperature. "It's too much emotion for me for one day and everyday with you is a challenge," she bit her lip, apologetic to feel the way she did."Amm…you wanna go ahead, right?" "Yeah…damn yeah. Fuck yeah…I am crazy for you. Thank you," she whispered, flicking her hands infront of her face. She was flustered with compassion and gratitude. Tonight, on the bed I can finally show her my entire being and the certainty of her loving it, crowded my rock sized brain. Since I literally left my official wife in making speechless, she demanded the pastor to allow her to present her commitment from the book of vows. The intent counted and she sealed the promise in her sincere and affectionate voice. No sooner we exchanged the rings, and said our "I do'
Wake Up Sexy The White Day Bells!
Bringing the topic of wedding two months back wasn't an appropriate choice. A bed of hassles awaited resolution such as sorting out the differences with Mrs. Cavelli; bidding final farewell to Mrs. Rodriguez and exiting the loop of insomnia and its effects on my mental body. All that went for a toss when Serena agreed to marry me and the next day itself, I placed the ring on her, taking the stage for five minutes during the grand reception and closing out the deal for life. The reception couple and their audience were ecstatic and gleaming with passion after receiving our finest hospitality and once again, the Price Inns became the manor of hot discussion on the tabloids and news channels. The bride's blogger friends were more than forthcoming to leave the five star reviews on the website; spread the buzz wherever they could and they booked us in advance for their upcoming respective weddings. Overnight, I became a sensational figure of Times Square from a depressed lonely man who wall
