==Matteo==
I sat at the balcony, cup in hand and sipped slowly. Relishing in the placating taste of the green tea. The day was bright. Thank heavens. I was beginning to get tired with all the rain, moodiness, gloom and wind. I couldn’t wait for the summer, to be honest. However, I did know that that was an issue on its own. Soon, everyone was going to complain about the heat.
I downed my tea and settled for some croissants. Yes, I was in the mood for some treat. Yes, I was cheerful. Last week was a scare. With all the business palaver going on, I was totally upset. But good riddance, everything was fixed now. Good gracious riddance.
With everything coming back together, I decided to celebrate. And what better way to do that than to get a bottle of my favourite: Moet et Chanson, some grapes an
==Olivia==“Get the fucking grip on yourself, girl!” I groaned. Frustrated with myself, I tossed the hairbrush on the bed. Why was I sad. Why? Why was I feeling like a loser? Matteo was a monster. Therefore, I shouldn’t be crying my eyes out because he completely forgot about the kiss. The touch, the stuff we shared the other day. Instead, he sought for pleasure some other place.Hiccups set in. “Fuck me.”I didn’t look like myself one bit. The eye bags, the frizzy hair, the dull colour of my skin. All pointed to lack of care. I was hear mourning about what never was. And something that never would be.I sat back on the chair, staring blankly at the mirror. The images of yesterday flashed before my eyes. Matteo naked, mount
Jimmy Bellamy lit his cigarette, drawing in as much smoke as he desired before bellowing it out. What a godawful day it was. Bookehurt had a reputation of being extreme. Whenever it rained, everywhere was flooded. Sometimes, electricity would be cut off. Amd for days. When came the sun, however, blistering heat was the result. Same went with snow, wind, everything.He sat on his rocking chair, looking out to the foggy environment. It was 8 in the morning, yet the weather made it seem it stilm was dawn. Jimmy hated the weather. He hated the town. Hated his neighbourhood—sometimes, hated his life. Well, not exactly hate. Nah, that wasn’t the right word. He wasn't just feeling it anymore. Bookehurt could be boring at times, and he was so done with it. However, all that changed some days ago when he happened upon a xiene.Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. The xiene was the rarest, oldest and undoubtedly the strongest clan…breed of werew
==Olivia==The freakhead was at my door. What a pleasant surprise.“What do you want?”He quirked his brow and I refused to admit that they were cute. Then, his eyes happened upon my chest and he took them away.I wrapped my arms around my chest. “What are you looking for?”“I own this place, Olivia.”“And?”“Let me in.”“No,” I said. Meanwhile, I yearned for his touch. Am I seriously saying this? Yes.
==Matteo==Of course, I was right. She'd seen me have sex. But why was she acting so furious? Like I'd cheated on her or something? Women. Women and their drama.Olivia had insulted me. She'd spat obscenities on me and I stood there like a moron, watching her yell her insides out. I stood there like a weakling. At one point, I wanted to shut her up with a kiss. I’d had this feeling, I still had this feeling that she was jealous. I mean, what else would have made her jerk off while moaning my name? I shook my head. Enough with that. Enough with all the sex talks, something more important was at had.Pete's death. Clearly, his death wasn't natural. I didn’t believe it was suicide either. Or was it? Pete could have been stricken with guilt and had resorted to ending his life. Was it that simple? There were other ways he'd have done that. Why choose a chimney? It was ridiculous. What was even more curious was the fact that the kind of chimneys that were
“Hi.”“Hi!” Leah replied breathlessly as she skipped to where Lyons stood. They were in front of the police department.“Do you think they've found her?” Lyons asked her just as they began climbing the stairs that led to the entrance door.Leah couldn’t speak. Tension, the anxiety from the phone call still had a stronghold on her. Last night, while she was running a bath, her phone rang. As soon as she saw the name on the caller ID, her chest heaved with anticipation. Eagerness.“Can I see you tomorrow, Miss. Lindsey?” the police chief had said. She had tried cajoling him to spill water it was. But man, the guy was a staunch…a no-telly individual, if that made sense. As a result, s
==Matteo==I hadn’t fully made it out of town when I noticed a navy blue Toyota trailing me. At first, I had thought nothing of it, but then as time passed I realised the person was in fact on my tail. He’d taken every turn I'd taken. So, now I was convinced. However, I decided to ignore him. Should I keep going and notice he was still following me, I would then lash out.And just like that, he didn’t back off. I made to jam the brakes, but hesitated. That was a foolish thing to do. If I did that, the guy would be forced to hit use brakes too. Or, he would keep going. The consequences were the same. It meant that we both would collide and fall to our deaths. So, instead of jamming my brakes, I gradually slowed down. The car copied me, and I, unable to put up
==Olivia==I peeled my eyes open, just in time for sun rays to stream in. I squnited, hugging my pillow tightly. I wished I could stay in bed forever, but for some reason, I rose. I yanked and stretched my body, and for some time, I stared blankly.I, however, soon jerked out of my lazy gaze and walked straight to the bathroom to go through my morning routine. It didn’t take long for my stomach to give a loud groan, making me yawn a second time. I hadn’t had dinner last night, so now, I could really deal.I got hold of some clothes before walking to the door. I pulled it open and just then, my gaze fell on the stuff lying the floor. A white shopping bag. It had the name Durrell printed on it. I looked around, wanting to spot whoever it was had dropped it.I crouched down and grabbed the bag before getting inside. What is this? I dug my hand into the bag feeling the items inside. They were wrapped in what I supposed was polythene. I d
The tragedy had occurred, exactly a week to Thanksgiving, eight years ago. Lyons could remember that day, as clear a ball of crystal. He could still remember how it was for him and his family. That morning, everyone was downstairs getting ready to have breakfast. Everyone except Peggy. Initially, no one thought much of it. Sometimes, she would ditch breakfast, mostly because she was at the studio, sketching one drawing or the other. But a couple of hours later and still no sign of her, everyone became concerned.And so, the servants were instructed to get her. They knocked all they could but she wouldn’t answer. Eventually, the door was broken down and lying face down on the floor just beside the bed was Peggy.Lyons could remember how different she looked. Scary, if he was being honest. Peggy's naturally cherry lips had darkened. It'd b