SERRA “So, you mean that demon wasn’t after you but the portrait? Why?” Gugu asked George. “I trapped a group of selfish and powerful umbras inside the portrait. Devouring them could make that demon as twice as powerful as it is now.” He tightened his fingers around his paint brush. He was shivering and barely created a straight line. He was like a kid learning back the basics using his right hand. “Why would you even trap them when you can burn them to ashes?” I shook my head but was too late. Gugu doesn’t know George story. I forbid her to tag along since she’s still a soul, she might end up getting devoured. We brought her here because George refused to meet any of us. I noticed that he looked up to Gugu and I was right. He let us in when we said that Gugu wanted to talk to him. I haven’t thought Gugu would brought it up. I didn’t warn her either since I don’t have the right to disclose any information regarding his personal life. “That was exactly the reason why I trapped them
I ran out of the room and head at the end of the hallway. “Serra, what are you doing?” Amanda ran after me. I sprinted in a zigzag way knocking on each door from left to right alternately not missing a door. After I reached the opposite end of the hallway the door of some of the occupied rooms opened, room 672, 673, and 678. “What’s going on?” Xyrus swung his towel over his shoulder. He was wearing nothing besides his boxers. “Hot, hot, hot!” Amanda whispered poking my sides and watching him over my shoulder. “Just look how the grains of water slid on his defined abs and v-line,” she added tugging the hem of my shirt. “I was in the middle of my vlog.” A girl with shoulder length hair stepped out of room 673. She blew on her newly polished nails. “OMG! Are you the owner of Doro’s Thing Channel?!” Amanda ran toward her and looking at her nails with clasping hands. “And if I am?” The girl gave Amanda cold eyes. “I really love how you do your nails.” Amanda clapped her hands like
I slowly opened my eyes and a radiant light forced my eyes close. The light was bright enough that I have to blink multiple times to take it in my stride. Amidst the blinding light bedazzled brighter than the light was her smile. She was standing there looking back at me beaming the prettiest smile that sparkled up to her eyes. Behind that sweet smile was her bidding goodbye. I gasped. “Gugu!” “I’m here!” Gugu panicked and appeared in front of me. I gazed at her and for some seconds she glitched like car’s blinkers. I lunged at her seizing her for a hug. For split seconds I was able to touch her. “Woah! Did you just touch me? Another upgrade?” Gugu twirled in excitement. “Do it again! Do it again!” she told me hopping. I did it again but my grasp passed through her washing away her excitement. “Trial card?” She lowered her head turned around and passed through the wall. I scratched my nape as I watched her leave. I rolled over the bed and rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
SERRA When I went out of the room, the door of room 675 opened, there went out Kate. I waved my hand at her smiling. “Good morning!” I greeted high-strung. “Good morning,” she greeted back in a low voice not throwing me a glance. “I’ll go ahead, Serra, I’m going to be late in my photoshoot.” She promptly turned her back at me and walked fast toward the elevator. I hastened my pace walking after her. “Hold it, please.” She busied herself on her phone leaving me dumbfounded when the elevator shut close right in front of me. She obviously intended to ignore me. “What is wrong with her?” Gugu’s face turned grumpy. I turned around and head toward the other elevator at the opposite end of the hallway. I don’t remember doing something that upset her. “That is how fame change a person.” A low baritone voice sounded in front of us. I tilted my head back upfront and then he greeted me with a smooching sound as our lips touches. I lifted my chin and caught him looking at me smiling with
“Gugu, can I ask you a favor?” “Sure!” She smiled at me after taking a big bite on her sandwich that I made. “Can you watch Amara the entire day? I have a feeling that someone will harm her.” I brought my index finger on my mouth and bit my nail. My heart is racing since I received that vision. “Does it have to do with your vision the other day?” She stuffed the last piece of sandwich in her mouth. I nodded and glanced at Amara who was approaching in our direction with Mandy. She waved her hands at me from the distance. I waved back and I couldn’t help looking at her bulgy tummy. It was getting more visible in the eyes with her tight shirt choking it. “Why don’t you tell Grip about it?” She was looking at Amara. “I’m afraid that he might end up reaping the baby instead of helping.” I looked away. I know Grip. He’s not allowed to intervene with the living’s businesses. He will do what he was told to do. The heaven’s will is his supreme priority. No one could sway him, not even me
I went back to our table and their were three strangers, girl students, mockingly looking at my girls. “Of course it’s alright for you to get attracted with a twenty-nine years old hottie since you were attracted to that old Murray. Like how old was he? Forty? Fifty?” The girl at the middle flipped her hair and laughed with her friends. “Eavesdropping? Are your lives that boring for you to listen to someone else’s conversation and meddle?” Amara stood up looking at the girl straight in the eyes. “Look who’s talking? Are you poorer than rats that you threw yourself at one of the Collins, get pregnant, and get rid of him right after? Poor Bruce brainwashed by a golddigger.” The girl on the left pushed Amara’s chest. “You should be expelled for getting yourself pregnant without a husband,” she added and was about to push Amara again. “Lay your hands on her one more time and you’re dead.” I warned drawing all their attentions to me. “Here comes the knight in no shinning armor.” The gi
ZACK“Mr. Collins!” I called him grabbing his arm.He looked back and he was stunned to see me. The shock on his face was swiftly replaced by disgust. He shoved my hand and turned away.I swallowed my pride and dropped my knees on the ground. “I’m begging you, Mr. Collins. Sir, please help my mom. She’s dying. The hospital won’t allow her brain surgery unless we pay for it in advance and pay all our debt as well.”I’m willing to pay any expensive price. I could gave up my name, pride, dignity, everything just to save my mom.“I don’t have anything to do with you.” He stared at me like he was looking at a complete stranger.I sneered. I got up on my feet and wiped away the dust and sands on my knees. I clenched my fist. If my plea won’t work on you, then, I’ll use one last card on you. I don’t want to do this but you left me with no choice. “I will tell everyone your dirty secret.” I blackmailed him.“Are you threatening me? Do you think they will believe you?” He shook his head grinni
“Amara Beltran,” I mentioned his beloved ex-girlfriend’s name that made him stop. “She loves you and wants to get back with you but someone is stopping her. He’s manipulating her, brainwashing her,” I added staring at his back. I saw his anger through his clenching fist, heard it through gritting of his teeth, and felt it as the atmosphere tensed. It smelt like a perilous rage. “Who?” he queried. A single word that weighs vast anger. “Bruce Collins,” I answered. I smirked with how his reaction worsen. The veins on his arms were about to explode. “I heard and saw everything. How come? Because I am the Mr. Collins’ illegitimate child.” I justified bitterly to convince him. Labeling myself as his illegitimate son when I was the opposite didn’t hurt anymore. I was immune with the pain. What worse than that was watching my mom suffer in her hospital bed for years and I couldn’t do anything. I watched Mark McCoy went on his way to the place Bruce brought Amara to hide her from him, her