It was very late, nearly 2 AM. Christian laid down on his bed and stared at his phone above a newspaper on the bedside table. Samantha’s case has been over the record and it's really disturbing. Lots of fake news keeps popping out of nowhere and he became one of the media targets since he’s one of Samantha's closest friends. At this point, Christian wasn’t entirely certain if he’d say something to at least defend his friend or remain silent and avoid everything. He can’t seem to trust the media’s intention to clear his friend’s name regarding the issue about her being related to demons. Kathleen has been gone for three days and those nights of her absent, he’s been suffering from insomnia. Something is bothering him; he feels like he’s not alone. He could feel eyes staring through his soul ever since Kathleen left. Christian shook the thought off and tried falling asleep but minutes past and he only felt more awake. He turned to his side and looked out the window.He b
The woman sighed, scratching her head in rather amusement or frustration. “Damn it!” She chuckled, staring at the screen of her laptop. She just opened it and a logo of a bug popped up. “Who in the motherfucking earth have the god-like skill to hack my account?” She yanked her glasses off her nose. The screen, in front of her, blurred into unfamiliar shades of colors. Her breaths went unsteady as she shoves her phone beside her when it rang. A call from an unknown number. She stared at it for a couple of seconds and was about to answer when the caller hung up. She sighed and shrugged the thought off when it rang again. This time, she was able to answer, however, remained silent. No one’s talking on the other line as well, but she could hear deep breaths. She immediately hung the call up and threw her phone on her bed. “Damn pranksters!” She backed over her laptop and hovered her mouse. She tried clicking the X button to close the tab but
The full moon, hanging in the odd starry night sky, turned brighter which fashioned the pastures into a peculiar topography of tarnished silver and spaces of partial illumination. An absence of visible light was stretching behind every creature around the dim corners of the place which were silenced as two nocturnal critters landed on a fence, railing the herd of bisons. Unable to stay still as the familiar creatures bounded over them, their grunts echoed throughout the cold breeze. “You’re scaring the cows, geez!” The woman in white Victorian nightgown, intoned as she landed next to the man who’s wearing a white medieval renaissance clothing. Her, black as ebony, hair swayed through her waist as the cold wind brushed against her pale cheeks. “Pardon me by stating the obvious, however, these ain’t cows, my love,” Rener, an archdemon, chuckled as he held the hand of his lover. A thin smile curved on the fallen angel's lips as she moved cl
Kathleen stretched her arm inside her purse and dragged her phone up to the table. It took twelve hours for her brain to digest everything Theresa said at the morning; it’s almost sunset. Christian’s name suddenly flashed on the screen. “Aren’t you gonna answer the call? That person might have something very important to say.” Kathleen turned right to see Christian beaming. He had his phone pressed against his right ear, waiting for her to answer his call. “I’m sorry, I was just about to,” she smiled, forcing herself not to sound sullen. Christian’s expression softens as he walked towards her, slipping his phone inside his pocket. “And you might not,” he sat to where Tomoya was a while ago, eyes roaming. “I was hoping I’d catch Samantha’s friends here; I think I came too late.” “They had left not too long before you arrived; what brings you here?” Christian’s brows cocked. “Uhm, to chill? Home’s a bit suffo
“Hey there, sunshine!” Theresa scratched an eyebrow the moment she heard Tomoya’s thin voice. He’s still at far distance, she could barely see him yet, but his voice could travel faster than light. She never intended to meet up with him, but the kid is too pushy. Besides, he has the grimoire and the only person that could decipher those hell of a what-not-characters she’s never seen before. As he drew closer, Takumi, who’s just beside him, finally showed up in the picture from her position. He has been covered by the tall, well-trimmed bushes outside the book shop that he had to step closer in order for him to be seen. Theresa’s nose scrunched when she realized she’s been staring at him for more than a minute. She couldn’t blame herself though; Takumi’s indeed a catch. The man came from a wealthy and respected family; thus, he dresses very well, speaks very well just like an educated and extremely intelligent person that he is. His good look’s just a bonus; his love fo
“Hello?! Are you still there? Is your brain experiencing major factory reset?” Theresa gasped when Tomoya waved a hand right on her face. “Have you gone mute as well? My cousin here’s not talking since we met today,” Tomoya chuckled, she could feel his voice vibrating in her eardrums. She eyed him and Takumi who’s standing beside his cousin, eyes pinned on her. She then looked from side to side only to find out that they're still inside the shop. She looked at the clock which hangs on the wall just behind Tomoya. It's ticking. It’s working. God! That was another one. Theresa thought, bitting her lips in horror after a vision flashed in a matter of seconds. It was fast yet full of questionable happenings. She doesn’t understand what’s happening anymore. Her vision’s no longer complementing each other. It’s as though someone’s already altering it as they speak. Her eyes travelled to meet Takumi’s. Could it be that it’s him?
Kathleen stretched her arm inside her purse and dragged her phone up to the table to where Christian’s name flashed, but she didn’t dare to answer his call. It took her a fair amount of time to sink the encounter she had with Mrs. Lada“Aren't you gonna answer the call? That person might have something very important to say.” She turned right to see Christian beaming. He had his phone pressed against his right ear, waiting for her to answer his call. “I’m sorry, I was just about to,” she smiled, forcing herself not to sound sullen.Christian’s expression softens as he walked towards her, slipping his phone inside his pocket. “And you might not,” he sat in front of the table Kathleen occupied, eyes roaming. “I was hoping I’d catch Samantha’s friends here; I think I came too late.” “They didn’t come. What brings you here?” Christian’s brows cocked. “Uhm, to chill? Home’s a bit suffocating, don’t you think? Be
“W-What the hell are you talking about?” Kaiser almost spat his coffee right on Scott’s face. He couldn’t believe what he is hearing and Scott’s smug expression is not helping at all. Seeing that his friend seems to be entirely serious about what he was talking, he placed his cup of coffee down the table, sat straight, and looked at him seriously. “Do you mean those articles that have been spreading around the internet about her is indeed true?” Kaiser sounded more impressed than surprised and Scott is pleased to notice that. “Exactly,” Scott grinned, resting his back against his Riemann Gilt Bronze Chair. A taunting scoff escaped his lips as he taps his temples with an index finger. “I am just surprised because that impertinent Kathleen trusted me. I mean, those bits of information were crucial and I know that she knows I can ruin everything,” he tittered. “Bruh! That’s too heartless,” Kaiser’s lips twit