Novelas de Writer_Deba

Maya I saw the slap coming the moment he moved his hand. Swiftly, I stepped to the side, and Lucas's palm cut through empty air. The force of his swing pulled him forward, and he stumbled and crashed into the small table by the window, knocking off the champagne bucket. "Lucas," Lydia yelled and rushed to him. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Baby, look at me." I almost laughed at the scene in front of me. Pushing my chest forward, I said, "Don't ever try to hit me again. The next time won't be so nice." Lucas lifted his head, his hair a mess and his eyes burning with hatred. I turned around and walked to the door, then stopped just before I grabbed the doorknob. "I'm taking back what I said. You have one hour to make a decision. Just. One. Hour." "You can't do this…" Lucas said behind me, his voice shaking. "Watch me." After I left their suite, I walked back to the hall and grabbed my purse, ignoring all questions about Lucas's whereabouts and why I was leaving. I left th

Maya The suite was lit by the soft yellow glow of a bedside lamp. There was a champagne bucket by the window, and a pair of heels lay carelessly on the carpet. Lucas and Lydia were perched on the edge of the bed. They sat so close that there was almost no space between them. Lucas's shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and the strap of Lydia's dress had slipped off her shoulder. His hand cupped her face, and her eyes were half closed as he leaned in. Just as expected. They were both a breath away from kissing when the door's click reached them, and they jerked apart so fast that Lydia nearly fell off the bed. "Maya?" Lucas called, his voice cracking. "What are you doing here?" I leaned on the door frame, hands crossed over my chest, and stared at them for a long time, waiting for the hurt of finally seeing them in bed together to settle on my chest, but it didn't come. Stepping inside, I closed the door behind me and walked close to the window. "Don't stop on my account, please. Con

Maya "Ahhh!" My own scream tore through the air and echoed against high ceilings. My eyes flew open, my chest heaving as I awaited the next bite. But that didn't come. Here, there were no zombies, no pain, and my wrists weren't bound by any rope or tied to a shelf. Soft music played in the background, and the crystal chandelier glittered over me. I blinked once before sweeping my eyes around the scene in front of me. Round tables dressed in white and gold stretched across a grand hall, which was filled with people, and every one of them was staring at me. I was seated at the head table, and my back was pressed against a cushioned chair, as if I had dozed off in the middle of my own party. The realisation came immediately after my eyes landed on the engraving on the arm of the chair. "Merry Hall. Calvary Hotel." My fifth anniversary was held here, and that was a few weeks before the apocalypse. "Oh my God, did she just scream?" a woman whispered, not bothering to lower her v

Maya "This is a terrible idea. Why am I the only one seeing it? I can't leave Lydia here," I spoke for the fifth time. I had been standing in this spot for the past thirty minutes, trying to reason with the group I had been moving with. Five years ago, the world as I knew it changed. The sky turned red, which was closely followed by acid rain. Then came the dead who wouldn't stay dead. For two years after the apocalypse began, my husband, my best friend Lydia, and I did all we could to survive. I did most of the searching, plunging myself into danger for scraps. Three years ago, we had been fortunate to meet this group, ten other people we moved with. I had come to love these people as my family and would do anything to ensure they all remained alive. My eyes moved across the room. We were in an abandoned bookstore, with toppled shelves, torn pages scattered across the floor, and broken glass crunching underfoot. "If we leave anyone behind, they will not survive. Using someon