Nobela ni Viv3vienne

Strands of sunlight sieved into the room through the curtains, casting a faint glow on his sleeping face. Alan's features wrinkled, a soft groan escaping his lips; pulling the sheets,he rolled over to the other end of the bed.Nuzzled against the soft pillows, he yawned. A sharp,intense pain tore through his lower torso, jolting him awake. He sat upright on the grand bed, still groggy from having woken up too soon and now suffering from a head-splitting headache.His perplexed,almond shaped eyes scanned the unfamiliar room; exquisite decorations, expensive rugs and an air that smelled of pure luxury. Although it kinda had a metallic stench to it, perhaps blood...?This wasn't his room, where the hell was this place?He slipped out of the covers, a strange chill wrapping around him like a blanket. Lowering his gaze, he stared down at his naked body in horror - milk white skin, pink nipples, slender frame and not one piece of clothing to cover his nudity."What the hell?!", he gasped,

The two thugs froze, eyes locked in on the half-conscious Alan resting limply in a strange man's arms. Then straying over to the armed entourage, and over again at Alan; almost as if caught up in a dilemma.They glanced at each other for a brief second, nodding in silent agreement; they couldn't leave without that man.At least that's what their boss said.Steeling their resolve,one stepped forward. His broad hands outstretched towards the blondie, his tone pitched in a condescending manner;"Hand him over, he belongs to our boss!!" Ezekiel pinched Alan's chin, the worry in his eyes withering, replaced by a dull amusement - belongs to their boss, eyy...? He blinked, his lashes sweeping through Alan's small ,red-flushed face - this rabbit has only ever belonged to him, and him alone. He raised his head, staring at the two raggedy thugs. He said nothing, he didn't need to; afterall, dealing with mindless fools has never been one of his specialties. Alan who had been leaning against E

Damn it, damn it!! Alan wrapped his arm around Melissa's half-limped body,as he ran through the hallways. His breathing labored, eyes drowsy - the world somehow seemed to spin rapidly under his feet.He stumbled, loosing his balance before crashing his shoulders hard against the walls. He clasped his free hand protectively over Melissa's head, his body responding almost instinctively.The intense pain tore through his right arm, causing a sharp cry to escape his lips. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, staining his delicate features. He blinked, the pain giving him some moments of clarity. He hid in a corner, gently placing the heated Melissa on the floor, chest heaving with exhaustion. He had no idea how long he'd been running, how far he'd gone. But he knew... He couldn't keep running; those thugs were bound to catch up to him, sooner or later. [Reminder: Host

Melissa stepped into the office, dazed. Cold sweat made strands of her thick curls to cling to her fair skin as she kept her gaze fixated on the floors. "What happened..?, you seemed to be taking a long while to return. I was just starting to get worried that you'd been kidnapped on your way here."Melissa raised her head, her eyes focused on nothing in particular. But her ears picked up Alan's sarcasm, a nonchalant attempt to make her smile and spin the tales. She dropped the files she was holding on her small desk, wearing a solemn expression. That's right, she'd spent the entire time having fun with Alan. She forgot her true purpose.Alan paused, the casual smile on his lips fading till it became non-existent. She was in a sour mood, and he could feel it. He dropped the apple he'd been munching, his tone dead flat. "Is something wrong?. Why are you scowling like that... don't you know how ugly you look when you frown like that?!" She glanced at him, a sense of vulnerability was

Melissa hissed, eyes tearing up as she rubbed the methylated cotton swab gently over her bruise. Her hands trembled, her lips pursed as she blew softly on her wound. Her first day at work had turned out to be a disaster. Getting all bruised up like this....She winced, sucking in a sharp breath. Her reddened eyes lingered on Alan's nonchalant frame, quietly setting the used swab aside. She tried standing up on her heels, steps wobbly as she straightened her posture."Thanks for the first aid." Alan lowered his gaze, staring at the small white box she clutched in her hands. He nodded, a casual 'hmm' escaping his lips.Melissa's eyes narrowed in disbelief - even at a time like this, he could act so detached and unfazed. Were the rich usually so cold shouldered and self absorbed?She gripped the hem of sleeves, knuckles turning white as she wore a polite smile. "If there's nothing else, i'll be taking my leave." She turned, mind racing but expecting nothing. At least, that was until s

Melissa stared at the shut door, arms wrapped tightly around a file. Donning a small pout while adjusting the thin frame of her glasses. What's with his attitude...?She turned around in a huff, her soft gaze lingering on the crowd of employees who for strange reasons, seemed more interested in her than in their assigned jobs. She shivered, goosebumps rising under her skin as she felt their hostile looks burn holes through her body.Great~She flashed an awkward smile, her manicured hands running through her thick curls. She seemed to be starting everything off on the wrong foot today.First,she gets transferred to this run down department. Then she gets kicked out by her supposed superior and now she's getting death stares from everyone around.Just perfect. At least,she doesn't get to bother about building a team bond or something. She ignored them, quietly settling in her desk which had been placed in a corner far from the rest. A large pile of files were stacked together roughly

Richard hesitated, his long golden hair falling down his face as he withdrew. Jason hunched over, coughing as he tried catching his breath, he had this annoying victorious look that irked me to no ends. Richard stepped backwards, his head bowed in defeat. He glanced at me, desperately trying to force a genuine smile that never reached his eyes. I clenched my fists, anger brewing in chest. "Who said i'd mind. In fact, i was never here...so let him do as he pleases." - I shook my head, speaking in a cold, frosty tone. I had had enough of Jason, getting rid of him was a better solution - it was like a 'Kill one,end one free',how could i ever afford to pass out on a good deal. Richard shot me a look, a creepy smile curled on his lips. His green eyes shone with a mesmerizing light and somehow,i found it extremely contagious. I bit down my lip, trying so hard not to smile in t

I pulled up in a safe distance away, my eyes lingering on Richard's figure as he disappeared into an uncompleted high rise building,the chilling breeze tousling his black coat. I stayed put in my car for a few minutes, giving Richard a head start. Then i hopped out, quietly following his trail. Thin beads of sweat fell down my face, my knees aching as i climbed up the flight of stairs, i held on to the rusty stair railings for support. Panting as i tried catching my breath,i placed my hands over my eyes, mentally counting how many more steps I'd have to climb. I bit down my lip, determination soaring in my heart - Giving up wasn't an option, afterall, I'd come a long way. I patted my chest, sucking it up as i continued my exhausting climb up the stairs, finally reaching the small door that led to the rooftop. "How long does Mr Will wish to hide the truth?".

" Let's get a divorce!" The wind blew... and there was a thick veil of silence between us. Richard buried his hands in his pockets, his eyes no longer resting on me but on the vast sea. "The sea looks beautiful today.... it's like it's shimmering under the sun's rays. We should go to the beach someday." - He gave a warm smile, his eyes squinting. "Don't change the topic." - I spoke coolly. "Richard, let's get a divorce." - I repeated my earlier words calmly. Richard bowed his head, his long blonde hair falling down his gorgeous features. He remained like that for a moment, every moment felt strained and increasingly tensed, i almost couldn't breath. "Why?!" - He asked hoarsely. I felt stunned, ever since we got 'married'.... R

I walked, dressed in an all black outfit. The haunting melody of my heels clicking against the white tiled floors echoed in the hall. I remembered visiting the police station once- the experience was half as pleasant. I sat on a chair, staring at the transparent glass - Irina glared at me as she sat on the other end. She looked haggard, her skin pale, wearing the same old smug pride. I picked up the telephone on my end, watching her pick up hers as she brought it close to her ears. "Have prison been treating you well?." Irina raised a brow at me, her lips pursed in a thin line as she offered no response. I smiled - She had always been the type of person to cry only when she has seen the coffin. "I heard your trial is just a few days away..... and i was wondering, if you were already getting adjusted to your new environmen

News about Camille's death spread fast and soon after...her body was found. It was actually Richard's idea to place it in a very common place and that kind of made sense..... Somewhat. The gory news had the entire citizens in an uproar, some already fearing the worst. But trust the police department to give out a well, curated speech about how they're on the case and also promising that the citizens' safety was their upmost priority. Though they didn't give out the news about the killer... according to them, they're still in the middle of investigating and the culprit was yet to be determined. Detective Davis had already told me about Camille's autopsy and his suspicions about it being related to my parents mother, citing that both DNA results collected at the time, matched up perfectly. Meaning that there was a definite culprit, but that was also under thorough scrutiny. He wouldn't say any more than that , which wasn't strange given his usual tight-lipped nature. I stared a

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added. The traffic lights turned green and i smiled coldly. " What can i say about it......?." - I mused softly . " Unfortunately nothing." " As i had said earlier, i'm just a citizen with a right sense of justice. And i can only achieve that justice by aiding your work, Detective Davis. I already think that i'm on the right path, if i truly wanted to diverge...i would have done things my way from the start." - I spoke humorlessly. Detective Davis exhaled