All Chapters of Pulse: [A Mafia Romance] : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

✾Brief Author's Note✾ My female MC's 11 years old in this chapter. Happy reading!. Eight years ago... I was seething.Perhaps that's why I did what I did next.I killed him.Someone snorted beside me. "Fantasising about killing him again, Emily?"I sighed, squinting against the glare of the noonday sun as I shifted on the springy grass so that I was facing my best friend, Luna D'Agosto. "As if," I denied with

♠︎Emily♠︎ ..The shocked faces of the people on the sidewalks we sped past made me laugh harder. A snorting-squealing-giggling maniacal kind of laugh. "Today's the best day of my fudgemuffin life!" I screamed as the winds pulled the flesh on my face taut."F*ck yeah!" Luna screamed gleefully, tightening her hands around the steering wheel. Breaking the no cursing rule.My hand immediately strained towards the backseats of the car, where our bags were.Despite the struggle, I dug into my bag and pulled out a yellow notebook. I wasn't about to let five dollars slip through my fingers.My heart sang joyfully as I ticked Luna's name under the offenders slot.Luna screamed, horrified, the shrillness of her voice getting lost in the furiously wafting winds. "I thought I threw that f*cking book away!"Another tick. I was ten dollars richer. Today was really the best f*cking day of my life...The sharp crack of a slap landed on my cheek hotly, snapping my head to the side.My mother, for a

I selected my clothes carefully, taking care to avoid heels due to the nerve damage I had on my ankles when I was little: an injury that could leave me prone to random gout episodes. I fished out a simple mint green wrap dress and paired it with a thin emerald green belt and a pair of tan sandals. After scanning my choice of clothes and nodding at them in approval, I went into the shower; letting the hot water do some magic to my nerves which were going haywire by the second...The first person I saw upon departing the bathroom had me stopping dead in my tracks.Mother.My hands tightened on the soft white towel I was wrapped in.Her stance was stiff and upright, her spine-straight posture giving her a severe air. Mother's bleach blond hair was fastened in a chignon at her nape, the suave cut of the white shift dress she was swaddled in reinforcing the Ice-queen moniker she'd been dubbed generally.Af

My ears perked up at the sound of someone opening my door slowly."Psst!" Luna. I threw off the sheets shielding my party dress, and rolled over to the other end of the bed quietly, landing on my feet just as quiet. The night was pitch black and relatively quiet. Perfect for sneaking out.Luna made her way towards me, her heels dangling from her fingers. She whistled lowly. "I said hot, not boxer-dropping. . .or tightening."I snorted, smoothening my hand down the sheath dress I'd altered so that scarce faux feathers lined the bust, and dipped: following the dangerously low neckline. 'You can never be overdressed or underdressed wearing a little black dress--K. L.' I took in Luna. "You don't look so bad yourself."Luna twirled, showcasing a tube top and jean shorts that barely cleared her ass. When she came to a stop, she said urgently, "Yeah, now come on. Jerry's been waiting his ass out down the drive."I didn't bot

Park West was known for its active nightlife, so I couldn't find a quiet spot to wallow in my misery--oh there was one. After a long moment of walking unsteadily, I trudged over to the lonely spot beneath a lamplight, my purse hanging off my shoulder listlessly, head aching, heart aching. CIS (current internal Status): miserable, life currently feels like it's tearing at the seams.Resting my back against the hard walls of the quiet alley, I swiped away the hair sticking to my head due to the humid air, and took out Ayla from my purse, holding on to her for a while.I sniffed quietly, and tried to picture myself how I looked like at the moment: wretched.So not me.A flare of anger sparked to life in my gut. The m*otherf*cking cheat!I wrenched Ayla open and flipped through pages, looking for the one I'd written about Jerry.When I found it, I tore it out, not caring if there was some