All Chapters of Shadows of Deception : Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

~^~“Jesus." I heard him say softly.“Well, I mean it's Becky, but I guess I can work with Jesus if you want."Not a moment passed by when I felt strong arms embrace me."I thought you were.” He choked within his sentence filled with joy and sadness and a somewhat bitter longing. “But. you're here, you're okay."Returning his hug, I felt so many emotions swarm within my soul, I missed you, James. I was looking for you. You said you'd come back two years ago and-""I did Becky, believe me, I did. My heart broke when I saw you in the hospital in that state I just didn't know what to do. I felt like I failed you, I disappointed you and Mare. I didn't get to you in time.""James," I said faintly, "Marc-""I know, but I keep telling myself that he's in a better place."In that second the back door near us bolted open and an awestruck Moe stood with his face paled as he saw James who released me slowly and faced him with kind eyes, "Jamie?"My voice dripping with agony brought his attention

~^~ "He was one of my closest friends. Shall I have this dance? For him?" James asks as he puts out his hand. Pleasantly, I danced with him and it almost felt as if he was trying to sober me back up before someone else asked for a dance. Dance after dance and my feet were getting sore. Many of Archer's friends seemed to somehow have 'taken a liking to me' as Archer said in a somewhat cautious manner when he pulled me aside but I assured him that they weren't my type. God even knows what my type was. Walking back to the bar, I had another drink, and because I was a "lady" and most importantly, Archer's long-lost little sister, I had to upkeep a decent reputation- wine- no beer for me. Also, I couldn't kick that one guy violently to smash his banana when he tried to slide his hand down the equator. “I’m not sure if you're trying to get drunk or sober:" A man said to me from the side. “Is both an option?" "Only if you're trying to kill yourself." He started with a soft short

Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her? The navy gown clung to her body effortlessly. If anything, she could easily get mistaken for an angel fallen upon the earth. God. I pushed the thought away. What the actual fuck was I saying? She was a fallen angel sure, one just like Lucifer at least. Fallen upon me to frustrate the living daylight out of me. Her face glowed under the moonligh