All Chapters of Locked In The Snares Of Illusion : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Stillness filled the four corners of the room as everyone discerned who would enunciate first. Their eyes travel forth in his direction and watch him surveying the files before his sight. Lounging in his swivel chair, he glimpses at them, with his glare. Upon beholding the details from the records, he let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What do you want me to say about this?" He spoke, and his hoarse voice echoed in the room. He lightly brushes his hair with the tips of his fingers and takes another glimpse of the folder before his eyes. "I dislike the occurrence." He continued, he threw a glare in her direction and her lips parted upon seeing his disgruntled complexion but it didn't lessen the captivating aura he has, the lady on the lab gown bit her lower lip and placed a gaze on him. "You should have done something to prevent this, Hyra." He asserted and leaned over his seat. She remained at her seat, quiet. Yet the moment she saw him glaring at her, a sigh esc

"How's the day going?" Kendall halted from walking upon hearing the voice of Maxwell Ross. She twitched her lips before turning back at him. The lass doesn't like him around, she despises the lad's presence. "Obviously, Ross. You see that I'm stuck in this fortress, don't expect me to appreciate the plain tiresome dusty walls around the four corners of this mansion." She replied and glared at him. As a response, he smirked. He stepped forward and held her hand, making her flinch in pain because of the wounds she got the moment Lucas chastened them. "What are you planning to do, bastard?" She firmly uttered when she sensed that he's about to lean closer to her. He let out a heavy breath, glancing at her with a serious complexion. "I wouldn't do it in the first place, Kendall but Lucas wants me to execute the punishment." He explained, trying to convince her."Forget about it, it's done, okay? What are you doing here anyway? I thought you're with Rutledge?" She pushes him with frail

"What do you usually imagine if you hear the word prayer?" A genuine smile let go of her lips as she asked a question to the crowd. Their gazes were all focused on her and as she stood before them, all they felt were amazement, astonished by what they were giving attention to. "Who wants to volunteer themselves to answer?" She once more asked, and no one spoke, afraid to respond with a wrong explanation. "Let's not be timid when it comes to conversing a word, we're talking about God here and that simply means that everyone should be participating and glorifying His awesome Name because He has given us the ability and wisdom to think and speak." She added and once again, she let out a chuckle and proceeded with her introduction. "So, for today's topic, we will be going to talk about prayer. Does anyone know what exactly prayer is all about?" She spoke and gaze at the crowd, seeking for somebody to be able to answer her question. "Uh, I think prayer is when we utter what we want to

The next day, Renesmee Fuentes quietly sat on her seat near the window and gaze beneath the school ground, observing the other students strolling on the fields whilst some had their bondings with their friends. Rumors and gossips began to spread on the entire school campus and the workers are afraid, she put on her earphone and her dazzling earrings which are golden coated had their perfect show off, upon deciding to listen to certain songs she mostly likes to hear, she often reason it out as a nice thing to do whenever she appears to be avoiding all the murmurs which surrounded her. She took a glimpse on her stainless steel silver crystal watch and looked at the time, "Perhaps I won't be attending my work this lunchtime, I'll do it in the evening." She mumbled and took a notebook from her bag. She springs to write something into her notes and reads it right after. Unable to focus, she erases her writing jot and jots down all the ideas that keep on bothering her. As her hand guides

She feels the softness of the mattress as she tightly hugs the pillow on her arms, the wind blasting the window as a strong rain springs inside the window frames, causing the curtains to moisten. Astrid after perceiving that the rain slowly soaked the blankets, widely opened her eyes and got up from the bed. "What is wrong with the weather today?" She whispered and peered at the curtains to behold what had gotten outside. "What time is it?" She roughly steps on the footing and rushes her way toward the living room, ignoring the presence of the young lady who is peacefully sleeping at the bed and she drifts her sight to search for the clock. "It's six in the morning," she uttered and let her heavy body lean on the couch, she tightly closed her eyes and attempted to relax herself yet the downpouring of the shower distracts her. "What else should I do here?" Astrid muttered and continued to think as she shut her eyelids, she proceeded to feel the cold atmosphere and the noise of rain b