All Chapters of Striding Spirits: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Train journeys had always captivated Vicky since his childhood, and this one was no exception. The thrill of adventure mingled with trepidation as the train rumbled out of Penzance station, leaving the familiar behind. "You've insulted me, you think I'm funky and narrow-minded woman!" Carol taunted Vicky every now and then. So it made Vicky's smile distorted and brought refugees to some other city. "Quit, quit, anyway! " Vicky found the solution packed his briefcase with a few pants and shirts and a short, and wore snickers for a comfortable walk. Thanks to his vague thoughts he chose a far-off city to take refuge. If he had visited the nearest town, he would haven't returned. Now, Vicky was headed to London, ready to face new challenges and unearth secrets that had long been hidden. He used to find all possible ways to better himself since his father left this world. Earlier, Vicky in the company of his two friends Danial and Locas had settled into his seat, mesmerized by the ru

Vicky's sudden promotion to his new job, mere months after completing his internship, was still sinking in. Sitting beside Mrs Brown, a woman in her thirties, while he was still in his twenties, made the moment even more surreal.Mrs. Brown was arge woman, embodied a confident and adventurous spirit, defying her age with radiant youthful energy and playful charm.Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, betraying a deep-seated desire for excitement and passion. She was irresistibly drawn to the idea of exploring physical connections with someone younger, like Vicky, perhaps seeking a sense of rejuvenation, a fresh perspective, or a fleeting escape from the weight of her years.Her attraction to Vicky was likely driven by a great longing for a carefree and spontaneous experience, unshackled by the constraints of age or societal expectations. Mrs. Brool was bold, flirtatious, and unapologetic in her pursuit of pleasure and connection, never hesitating to express her emotions, which of

"Who they are? Why I am here?"As the guests reveled in the festivities, their laughter and chatter filling the air, Vicky remained lost in a sea of confusion. Champagne flutes clinked, and passing fake smiles and exchanged, accompanied by air-kisses that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken secrets.Amidst the whirlwind of pretentious socializing, Vicky stood out, his dazed expression a stark contrast to the jovial atmosphere. His mind raced, struggling to keep pace with the enigmatic events unfolding around him.After having a sumptuous meal, Vicky was lead to a room attached to another in that way Vicky could see and hear what's was going on there. Two burly men strode in voilently, rope in hand, and swiftly bound Vicky's wrists, suspending his arms from the hooks embedded in the ceiling. His shirt was torn to shreds, leaving him exposed as he stood on the table, his hands stretched upward in a helpless gesture.Minutes ticked by before Sandra, his classmate, entered with two more im

Henry's eyes sparkled with amusement as Rebecca's cheeks turned a deep, embarrassed red. He couldn't hold his eyes on her mesmerising beauty. He struggled to stifle a laugh, nearly choking on his own saliva as he tried to contain his mirth at Rebecca's expense. Henry usually sat at the far end of the desk in the classroom, just behind Rebecca's seat. They had been classmates in Geography and Philosophy for last six months, and Henry had spent many memorable hours studying alongside her at the same library table. Yet, despite their proximity and shared academic pursuits, Henry had never mustered the courage to ask Rebecca out on a date though he wished to have. He had never spoken his heart before her. Vicky stood beside the board, lecturing to favourite class, when he noticed that Rebecca and Henry were acting strangely. Both of them were not mentally present in the class. Their unusual behaviour caught his attention, and he found himself distracted repeatedly by Henry's nonchal

"Tell me everything," Vicky urged, their eyes locking in a warm and loving, encouraging gaze. Henry took a deep breath, and his words tumbled out in a rush, like a dam breaking free that he had never experienced before. He shared the thrill of the initial spark, the giddy highs of blossoming love, and the crushing lows of uncertainty. Vicky listened intently, their expression a empathetic mirror, reflecting Henry's emotions with understanding and compassion. Henry's voice cracked as he revealed his truth: "My passion my sentiments, once fiercely devoted to Rebecca, are finally healing, but I fear Delia won't comprehend this transformation. His heart felt heavy, weighed down by the vulnerability of his admission. "I can't bear the thought of losing Delia now," he continued, his words laced with desperation. "She resides in the deepest recesses of my heart, a place I've yet to reveal to her, a place I've kept hidden, even from myself." Delia's aunt, a force to be reckoned with,