"HIS CALMING PILL"DIMAS NEARLY lost his jaw when his father struck his face with a powerful blow for the fifth time now and he did nothing but be on his feet, rooted like an unmoving log in his front. Clenching his jaw as hard as possible to remain expressionless and invincible. This has been happening for three decades now, his body was used to the pain already."I really can't figure out where did you get that stupid mind of yours!" he growled in a very furious voice while his nose crinkles in loathe. "Do you really have a mind or you are really nothing but an airheaded, worthless as*hole?!""Arquero, please..." cried by his mother while she was trying hard to keep his father's fingers from pointing at him. The pity she's feeling for her son is making her weep louder, but it can't do anything about her husband's wrath. "Our son's hurting.""Do you see any sparkle of care in my eyes?" he spat without any tone in his ice-cold voice.His father moved a little further from him, but the
"THE PRECIOUS MEMORY OF CASSIDY"WATCHING THE sun setting behind the thick group of Cumulonimbus clouds; the shaft of lights also called the crepuscular rays were now radiating in every part of the peaceful sky but inside Zandro's chest, there is no peace left. It's always the void that's growing wider and wider each day, the loneliness is a foe that is always there for him to fight. But what keeps on hurting him more is the memories that never left his head despite how busy, how sleepy or drunk he was.After signing the last paper from the pile on his table, Zandro dragged his back on the backrest of his swivel chair, he shut his eyes tightly as he let his long fingers dance against his temple.It's been quite a long and tiring day yet, he doesn't feel like going home because dealing with his thoughts and loneliness, also faking his niceness towards that stupid Monroe will get him more exhausted for sure.Ugh! That girl is getting him into trouble every freaking chance possible. Not
"ILLEGAL DOG DOMESTICATION" "ZANDRO, i-it hurts," cried Blythe while she was shaking in his hands. She is trying to get rid of his grip but his anger is not the type to subside fast. "I- I didn't do a-anything wrong." "Señorito," even Val dared meddle just to stop him. "She's hurting, señorito." Overflowing tears made her beautiful eyes glisten, and when it streamed down from her face to his hand, it struck him to finally wake up from what he was doing. What is he really doing now? Then her eyes filled with fear meet his eyes, she's badly shaking while trying hard to get rid of his fingers from her pale neck. Damn! The clenching of his jaw gets tighter as he slowly freed her poor neck, she must have lost much air that she nearly fainted after, if only Val's reflexes weren't fast collecting her in his arms. In gritting teeth, she tried to keep her sobs in her mouth but it was to
"CAN YOU PLEASE, CLOSE HER CHAPTER"THE NEXT morning started out with one of the servants named Larah and her cacophonous cry of pleading echoing around the office. Zandro was having his cup of coffee inside his office while he was watching the rising sun casting its magical hue everywhere in his flower plantation when Mrs. Cooper came in with the mastermind of sabotaging that happened last night.He was calmly tempering the bitterness of the coffee through his tongue, very opposite to the young lady who was on her knees pleading endlessly in front of him. As he stood up, Zandro gently wiped off the small drop of coffee on the side of his lips before he shoved both his hands into each of his pockets."Señorito, have mercy on me," she whined while shaking. "I don't have any idea about that food.""Cooking has never been in your job description, right?" His eyes are sharp and scary like a wild animal as alw
"SOMETIMES OUR ACTIONS CAN FAKE WHAT WE TRULY FEEL""DON'T!"Sweating profusely while her heart frantically beating against its cage of ribs, Blythe was startled to find herself struggling with her frequent nightmare again. As she sat on her bed, she clutched her chest tightly while inhaling much oxygen she needed to calm down from the raging emotions that her nightmare had left her with...It was another bad dream that feels pretty much real, for some reason. And like usual, it was all about that bloody night where many people were murdered mercilessly. A lot of unfamiliar bodies or corpses were scattered everywhere in that unfamiliar place.Since the traumatic night that happened in the orphanage years ago, a series of nightmares about some type of terrifying tragedy used to flash at the back of her head and Blythe doesn't really know what to do anymore. They were already taking a toll on her now...
"WATER REFILLER"CLAUDIA HAS once again checked herself from the washroom's large vanity mirror in front of her. Through her clean palm, she gently flattened the crumpled part of her white long sleeves as she also ran her fingers up to the cute bow tie on her neck. Just like what she was supposed to do, she styled her blonde hair into a clean bun like her colleagues as well as her makeup which she only did for a couple of minutes. It wasn't dramatic but she made sure that she would highlight her gorgeousness to the point that people would doubt that she was just a poor server.Well, she assumed that her abuela would send her to this freaking event as one of the Villalobos' representatives. She actually prepared a nice ball gown to wear for the said event but to her humor, her grandmother's personal assistant gave her this pair of... Well, a cute set of black and white uniforms with a bow on its neck. The long sleeves fit very nicely in
"GENIE DOESN'T ALWAYS FULFILL WISHES" IN THE LONG and elegant table filled with gold decorations were lines of famous personalities from anywhere in the world. There were representatives of their respective countries, famous politicians, and everyone involved in the upper crust; but aside from their dazzling stones and designer clothing it was the members of the Monroe who attended the said celebration that arrested her pretty eyes. Compared to what she was expecting, their representatives right now were younger, say the late twenties or early thirties. They don't look familiar to Claudia, she was just told of their appearance and their outfits by Jeremiah earlier. As everybody said, they are really people with class and elegance. It's screaming in their auras and every movement.Watching them enjoy the party makes her seethe in loath, there's a fire burning her remaining sanity away. The monster inside her body just fl
"YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS, ZETA!" "So, you two knew each other?" Zack asked in awe, looking at them with curiosity. "I just can't imagine how you've changed through the years, Zandro. From the guy who's broken-hearted over one woman, to this playboy who's collecting pretty—" "I don't know this criminal that much, but we have things to settle," Zandro answered without lifting his sharp green eyes away from the woman he has been looking for for so many years already. "You go to Antonette and tell her to get the car ready." It was as if Zandro and Claudia's gazes were brushed with the strongest adhesive that they can't lift their eyes away from each other, they can't even blink in fear that one of them might start an attack. But Zandro knows better that his father was just around and he won't risk his precious image just for the sake of his molten anger towards this thief, he's too good to be like Dimas. Of course, he has another way and he won't let her slip away again. "Are you le