Romans de Viv3vienne

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

"I guess that leaves me with tails", Zeke beamed, tossing the coin into the air. He watched it flip over three times before landing on his thumb. Alan held his breath, craning his neck so he could get a closer look. Zeke stared at the coin, a small chuckle escaping his lips - he glanced at Alan, a mysterious glint flashing through his eyes. "So.. which is it?", Alan asked, his clenched fists hanging loosely by his sides, unable to contain his anxiety any further. Ezekiel ran his tongue over his thin lips, his gaze holding more suspense than a whirlwind cliffhanger. He stroked his smooth chin, raising a perfectly arched brow, voice barely above audible, "It's...." "It's what?"Zeke raised his eyes, watching worried creases form above Alan's usually smooth forehead. He was already rocking himself while chewing on his fingernails, looking almost at the verge of losing his cool.Zeke gave a devilish grin, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. "It's tails".The room went perfectly st

Wait.... What?! Alan blinked, his lashes fluttering in a stunned gaze. Ezekiel, taking advantage of Alan's momentary confusion, wrapped his arms around Alan's waist. With a small tug, he pulled Alan close, slamming his slender frame against his hard muscles - close enough to catch a whiff of Alan's hazelnut scented shampoo.He leaned in, letting his nose run through Alan's hair before burying his face in the nook of his neck, all while ignoring Alan's constant vain attempts at breaking free from his grasp."You smell so good, Alan", Zeke sprayed hot breath on Alan's sensitive skin, which had turned red from embarrassment. A slow, satisfied moan escaping his dry,raspy throat.Alan bit back a moan, his sanity overwhelming his desires. He gave up struggling, it was absolutely pointless at this point - Zeke clearly had a tight grip on him. So much for calling him fragile..."Mr Ezekiel, your behavior right now is unbecoming. This is a violation of my rights and i demand that you let me g

[Reminder: Host is yet to unbox the mystery reward.][Would host like to unveil his rewards at the moment?]Alan hummed softly, flipping the magazine in his hands shut. He leaned back, raising his almond shaped eyes to the transparent, blue screen floating mid-air. [Click yes, if the host would like to collect the rewards]Alan cupped his chin, his gaze caught between the two visible buttons hovering in his face. Then he leaned back, visibly relaxed, "I've never really asked... but what would happen if i, you know, accidentally clicked on the No button?".[Well, thanks for asking. If you press the reject button, then the mystery reward would be...well, removed from your inventory and void][Host, are you really sure that you want to reject the reward?. If you'd like...i can always go ahead and do you the honors...][Shall i proceed with the Host's request?Alan's lips twitched, at this point, it felt like Xena was taunting him. For heaven's sake, he'd gone through a lot of hell, fina

"Arrrgh!!" Simone groaned, sweeping every pawn on his desk to the floor. "Damnit, how dare he.... How dare he threaten me?!" He slapped the desk hard, the numbing pain in his hands nothing compared to the humiliation he'd endured earlier. He leaned his weight against the desk, eyes nearly bloodshot. His chest heaved heavily, his breathing becoming laboured as he ran his hands roughly through his red, spiky hair."Getting this worked up over such a minor issue is so unlike you, Simone", a soft voice chuckled in a tone almost mocking.Simone's grip on the desk tightened, veins bulging from his neck as he gritted his teeth in silent fury. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught the petite silhouette of a woman in a tight, red-laced dress sitting fancily on his couch.A slight smirk kissed her rouge stained lips, her grey eyes settling on the pawn shards lying on the floor. Then shifting to Simone's emotionally distraught state, her voice dropped a few notches, "How pathetic". "Abigail,

Simone straightened up, his chest slightly puffed out in pride. "Or did you come to physically apologize on your sister's behalf?" That had to be it. Dylan had always been overly obsessive about him, even going to great lengths just to please him. Whatever he wanted, Dylan would move the heavens and earths to get.He scoffed, a condescending glint flashing through his eyes as he ran his hands through his messy red hair.Dylan's eyes twitched first, his fists balled tightly by his sides. He gritted his teeth, his blue eyes locked on Simone's haughty smirk with intense fury. If only fifth uncle weren't here, how he would love to knock that self-centered smirk off that fool's face. He's yet to repay his favor for that night and here he was running that big void of a mouth, spouting absolute nonsense. Even daring to call his eldest sister names, oh.... definitely he had a death wish. And he, Dylan, was more than willing to grant it.Matthew stood behind, quietly watching the tension ri

Matthew opened the door, his dark eyes lingering on Dylan's slender silhouette. He had his back to the door, his hands wrapped tightly around a stress ball he'd found on the desk. Matthew stood there, leaning against the door frame, watching Dylan squeeze the small ball a few times. A warm smile tugging on his amused lips.Dylan dropped the ball, unable to ignore the intense instinct that he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulders, his blue eyes catching Matthew's broad frame leaning against the door."F... fifth uncle!!", he stuttered, subconsciously stepping away from the piled desk. "I...i was just.." Matthew ignored him, his cold features settling on the stress ball he'd drop hanging off the desk's edge. He let out a soft exhale, his OCD kicking in that instant, he picked it up gently, setting it back in its original position.Dylan noticed this, his lips quivering as he tried to say something; to offer an explanation, possibly an apology too. But he just couldn't find