All Chapters of DOOM: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My dad told me that when my mom was still alive, she used to tell me both untold stories or unusual ones and renowned tales about myths of death and cycles of life even when I was still in her womb. She greatly influenced my beliefs which piqued the interest of my young curious mind to be fond of reading mysterious hidden tales and mythology. It was bedtime, the cold looming moon shines brightly up at the starry night sky when I decided to spend my long night reading rather than sleeping. I got up from my bed, heading to our manor's library holding a white long scented candle placed on the gold glass flickering brightly against the dark and a book on the other side which I had finished just 2 days ago. As I reached my destination, I still can't help but be amazed and fascinated by the beauty of the interiors of our very own house which was owned and expanded by our ancestors and has been passed down from generation to generation

On the twenty-third of August, 2004; I became the queen of misfortunes. My aunt Hilda won in the court and she became my official guardian. The manor was given under her care for I am still a minor. Oh, sweet heavens, my haven, the library was demolished and was changed into a playroom for my cousin, Patricia. I did not even have a voice to oppose for my aunt made up a story that the library was a bad influence to a child like me, that I deserve to be normal and to be free to play my heart out. Which, I do not believe for she only wants to make a customized playroom for her child. I was not even allowed to go there. Good thing, I was able to save few of my favorite books before it was thrown out. They held an exquisite grand party fronting it as a celebration for my birthday today. Fools, I know what they are plotting. It was for the exposure of their family name, and their ambitious debut to the

It's a good thing, he did not notice that I was secretly recording our conversation. I secretly stopped the recording from my side pocket located near my waist after his confession. I was about to stand up when he suddenly knocked me off and I passed out again. ... I woke up with blurry eyes as something cold is poking my cheeks. My eyes widened at the sight of a pair of crimson orbs staring right through me. “Should I set fire and annihilate them?” he whispered. His icy stares met the blue orbs of mine. This guy appeared out of nowhere in front of me. I was imprisoned in this secluded room for several days after I was kidnapped by a group of men asking for ransom in exchange for my safety. Of course with my aunt, being the mastermind and staged this act. The ransom is useless, I will still be killed anyway. “Child, I am waiting,” he moved closer and tucked my hair behind my ear. He got this jet black ha

I woke up upon hearing successive multiple knocks on my bedroom door. I sat on my bed for a while, adjusting my hazy vision while blinking few times. I cupped my forehead and slowly massaged it. It was still throbbing with pain. “Wait up. Coming,” I grunted and wore my silky night robe. I reached for the door knob and opened it. It revealed my butler holding my favorite breakfast, bacon and egg with rice and a café latte. “I’m sorry to bother you, my lady, but someone called earlier on the telephone saying it was very important,” he explained, “She says, she needs to talk to you as soon as possible. ” Maybe, it’s about the company. “Alright, did you ask for her name?” I replied while I tilted my head sideward, continuing to massage my head lightly. “Yes, I did. Her name is—you seems to be in pain, my lady. Do you perhaps have headache?” he stopped abruptly and looked at me with full of concern. “Shall I bring you a medi

"Thank you, Alfred," I said while fiddling the keys for my black Porsche Cayenne. "My lady, here are the candles with a cricket lighter. Is this okay for the bouquet?" Butler Wong asked as he fastened his pace towards me. "That's fine. Kindly put it at the trunk of my car," I instructed as I opened the trunk and unlocked my car. I swiftly slid inside and started the engine. I adjusted the temperature to be a little warmer for it is cold tonight. Shoot! I forgot my cap. I lowered the glass window and called for Butler Wong. "Yes, my lady," he answered. "I forgot my black Versace cap," I replied, "It was hanged on the white standing coat rack in my room," I instructed. "Right away, my lady." He nodded in response, and immediately went inside the manor. After few minutes, he came back with my black cap and handed it to me. "Thanks, Butler Wong." I reached for the cap and put it on my head. "My pleas