Selene laughed out loudly in surprise as she stared at Lucian whose indolent eyes were now fixed on hers."You have a degree in turning tables, don't you?""Just like you, with asking alot."He retorted as he brought out his sunshades and started cleaning the lenses with his white silky handkerchief.Selene frantically licked her lips, folded them in and glued her eyes on the windscreen, praying fervently for Lucian to not get invested because there was absolutely nothing about her that he needed to know."I'm hanging, Selene?"Her prayers weren't answered. Lucian's paying rapt attention to her now. He confirmed it as he continued,"I mean, you have seen my brothers, Ash and Theo, my aunt, Arabella, my family house, my drivers, Olaf and Reggie, my company and you are about to see my annex. But the only information I have about you is just your name?"That clever deduction from Lucian kept Selene on her toes, her bladder suddenly became full and she felt a surprising urge to use a restr
Selene struggled with unlocking her apartment in her distress and when she finally had it unlocked, she threw her bag on the bed and stomped into the bathroom to take her shower.She sat on the tub for twenty straight minutes as her emotions got the vulnerable part of her, making her cry and whimper in disappointment and resentment, she held onto her knees and buried her face between them.Finally, when she got over herself, she stepped out of the tub on her robe, her eyes shot of blood as she damped her hair, standing before her nightstand, she stared at the locket sitting complacently on it and detested how her life revolves around it for a minute before she picked it up and reluctantly called on Mother Queila.There was no answer and she felt very guilty remembering the last call she had with Celia.She swallowed hard and exhaled tentatively preparing her mind to face Mother Queila when a loud knock interrupted.Getting the door, Stephanie stomped into her room and stood before the
Morning came and Selene was so tired out to move. she had a very strange dream and the worst part of it was, she couldn't remember a thing, but something was very significant and deeply inscribed in her memory; Fiori appeared to her and was trying to communicate an information which unfortunately, she couldn't make a meaning out of. Apart from the apparition, every other thing was vague and cloudy.Looking beside her, Stephanie was gone for the day's work but she left her a note glued to her dressing mirror.Selene managed to drag herself out of the bed and when she reached for the note, she groaned a cuss.*You had a bad dream, I watched you struggle last night. I wish I could stay but I have a tight schedule. I made you breakfast and check your phone, a message came in earlier.*Selene got her phone and it was Lucian's name as the message sender.Seeing the formality and flatness of the message, she got reminded again of how Lucian was nothing but just her boss and she tried her best
When the door banged shut, there came a sudden change in the temperature of the room as Lucian and Selene's eyes locked up in what seemed like a subtle battle contest.Lucian stood up from his seat not breaking the fierce eye-contact, roughed his raven-black hair and circled round his space to lean on the edge of his matte desk facing the door with his shoulders hanged, comfortably. All one could here for the seemingly instant weird moment was the ticking sounds of the wall clock. Lucian was a powerful man who could have anything and anyone he likes and wouldn't stand to be questioned, but before Selene he felt quite remorseful.Crossing his legs and arms, he looked up softly at Selene whose nose had turned so red like a snowman with a carrot stuck up his face for a nose."You should have knocked, woman."Came a very recollected and unequivocally calm voice.Selene wasn't in the mood to entertain his mischievous and tyrannical attitude and he could read the signs from her darkened gre
The silence that enveloped the library could be perceived as a very unfiltered quiescence, equanimity in short.The door was ajar, the chirping and tweeting of the birds were like music to the ears as it formed the background of the usual serenity.Behind the desk was Lucian whose square shoulders reclined on his chair while his dead eyes travelled far away from the library through the spacious window, he was hardly blinking, before him a chessboard sat, while he twirled a piece in his hand, allowing him a smooth passage to his deliberations but each time he took a walk to his head, he'd always bump into the vivid memories of the one little human that had managed to turn his frigid heart to a helpless oscillatory pendulum.On the other end behind him, Ash and Theo had been worried sick about Lucian who had locked himself up in his room, refusing to go to work or pick his calls.He hadn't even talked about eating since that very day at the office, they don't know if he is doing fine or
In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore.There, Ichabod and all his wild angels existed.Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun.They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.Ichabod's eldest son, Lacian took right after his father, ruthless, heartless and merciless. He is the worthy heir apparent to the throne, he had the most handsome little brother, Lucian whom he felt they were in some kind of secret competition because of his tempting looks and physique.Lucian looks like a polished gold coming straight from a furnace of fire. He is so sinful in the eyes that even the straightest of the angels couldn't help but look and drool.Lacian hated his little brother so much because of literally, n
🌙 THE REALM OF THE MOON ANGELS, ISHKA. The moon angels had always lived there lives as flower petals. It's unimaginable right?But then it gets very interesting. Each petal blooms with it's peculiar characteristics.They had a keeper who is a messenger from the Fore Kingdom.She is known as Mother Queila. All the petals loved her because she took very care of them right from their blooming stage until they wither entirely. Her responsibility also entailed making sure that the excalibar never left the lines gate of the earth.She had sent the best of her petals to stop the most pressing and desperate realm who would always seek the excalibar as though there lives were dependent on it, the Dulmore's, of course.She is a white magic witch and would always see the Dulmore's moves through her old enchanted diamond hand mirror. "Oh, who are these pests sending this time?"She said with her face glued to her hand mirror.She is a very ethereal being with not just the best woman features,
Levitating down to earth in a deserted forest, Selene, now in human form had her head arched backwards and her toes pointing to the ground mid air. She was unconscious and was glowing so luminously that night, Mother Queila got scared someone nearby might be curious to look for what was producing such rays of light in a government abandoned reserve that ungodly hour.Once she gently made contact with the earth's crust, her luminous quality surged straight into her eyes causing her to immediately jerk up amidst her soft coughs.She slightly opened her eyes but then, her eyes was so blank, trying to adjust to the darkness and her new form, she couldn't see a thing.After five minutes of steady breathing and system composure, thanks to the moon and her fox-like eyes, she realized she could see so clearly as though it was day time.Her eyes were glowing but this time, very dull.She doesn't know who she is, but she had a faint memory of a woman who use to take care of her and her sisters s