All Chapters of Kiss in the Shadows: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DECEIVEDFiore retrieved a bag from a nearby cabinet, as if it had been prepared for departure and was waiting for someone to claim it."Please, F-Fiore," I pleaded, abruptly standing up to prevent him from leaving. "D-Don't abandon me..." I wrapped my arms around him from behind. "P-Please, Fiore, I love you. I never had feelings for anyone else. You're the only one I love. Those moments you witnessed were misunderstandings. When I closed my eyes, it was your face I saw. Fiore, it's always been you..."He simply wrested my hands away and walked away. My heart and eyes burned, but I followed him like a desperate child."F-Fiore, please... Don't leave me." Fiore turned and looked straight at me. I met his handsome face, his remorseful eyes focused on me. The same eyes I fell in love with when we first met. I recognized them, but they lacked the spark, the colors. The love that was once mine had vanished. I was no longer the apple of his eye, the most cherished person in his life. It was

MistakeI rose to my feet, suppressing my emotions. If I didn't distance myself from him, I might forget that he's my beloved fiancé's best friend. I might lose control and unleash curses upon him. My mind is filled with countless possibilities and dreadful thoughts right now."Where are you going?" Xylon questioned as I began walking away."To a place where you're not present!"I exited the old house. I desired to leave, to find Fiore and be with him. But deep down, I knew it would be futile, just another waste of time and exhausting effort.Just like last night. When I heard the engine roar, I rushed out and followed Fiore. Yet, he didn't even spare me a glance. So I returned and attempted to start the old, rusty car in the cluttered garage, covered in dust and dirt.I needed to explain myself. I longed for him to listen, to follow him wherever he may go. But that heap of junk refused to start. I desperately tried once more to chase after Fiore. It was then I realized, I was complete

Sweet Kiss"F-Fiore?" I called out softly, my voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. "Mir..."I bit my lip, trying to locate his position in the room. His voice sounded near, yet distant at the same time. Slowly, I positioned myself on the bed, the darkness enveloping me due to the blindfold covering my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I focused on listening, feeling his gaze upon me. The warm glow of the surrounding candles intensified the heat coursing through my body, as he witnessed me wearing nothing but the blindfold that concealed my eyes. Footsteps drew nearer, causing my heart to race even faster. Was he staring at me right now? Did he delight in seeing me in this vulnerable state? Had he anticipated that I would be naked and ready to be devoured tonight? I yearned to know his thoughts, but I had to exercise patience and wait for his next move. "Fiore," I whispered his name, a plea to confirm his presence. The footsteps grew closer, and as I felt the motio

Never "Hello, Softy! Hey!" Xylon's familiar taunt made me roll my eyes. I turned around, facing him head-on. "Don't greet me like that! How many times do I have to tell you that my name is not Softy?" Irritated, I turned away and took a step to distance myself.Yet, Xylon swiftly grabbed my arm. "Come on, let's go home," he insisted."Let me go!" I struggled against his grip."You're so stubborn!" he exclaimed as he pulled me along."How did you even find me here?" I asked, my irritation mounting."You've been gone for quite some time. What did you expect? My conscience wouldn't allow me to abandon you. And why are you out here, all alone in the middle of nowhere, Miranda?""Why do you care?" I retorted, desperate to break free. "I just wanted some solitude.""So, you crave solitude. But why?" He paused, and our eyes locked. "Are you trying to relive the passion we shared yesterday? Huh, Miranda?" His face came close to mine, almost brushing against it."What?" I swallowed, taken abac

Cry and Pity I TURNED around and took a deep breath, trying to understand the unfamiliar emotions welling up inside me. As I searched for Xylon, I heard a sound coming from the kitchen and found him sitting in front of a steaming bowl of soup. His gaze met mine as he sensed my presence."I don't understand why some people waste their food," he remarked, beginning to scoop the spoon into the bowl. He glanced at me and continued, "I know you don't want to eat, so I'll finish this all by myself." Before taking a bite, he blew on the hot soup, closing his eyes and savoring each mouthful. "This tastes really good. Especially with the boiled eggs, sesame oil, and fried garlic," he added with a snort of satisfaction.Feeling disgusted, I walked towards the fridge to get some water. Cold water would temporarily satisfy my hunger and help calm my frustrated mind. "Ah... it's delicious..." he asserted, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was behaving this way. "Damn him! Why is he acting like