Contract With The Carnival

The sound of an immense blast from the car I abandoned a few moments ago made me realize the monsters had discovered me. My hands went numb from the cold and my lips turned blue. I couldn’t walk nor crouch here behind this ragged dustbin any longer because if I moved, they’d shoot me. I breathed as slowly as I could. Making sure they don’t hear me. I peaked a little. They were searching for me like dogs, looking through the alleys one by one. Before one of their gazes settled on the dustbin that was my shield, I immediately shoved myself back and closed my mouth with my hands. I prayed silently they didn’t find me. A few moments ago I was buying books. And now I am hiding from strangers who were trying to catch me. The moment I got out of the bookshop, a bunch of vans pulled up from behind me and tried to kidnap me. Before they could I kicked my way out of them and started my car but I was too late. They dragged me out by my arm. I offered money and they refused to say what they n

I have to keep myself guarded if I were to go to a party of the Evans. I have hated that man since my father formed a treaty between our families. His arrogance was impotent and so was he. His daughter was the one to throw a party during this winter season. I had worked with an excuse that I won’t be able to go but my father was so very adamant about making me attend this time-wasting spot. I felt he had the idea of trying to wed me off with someone like her. I’d rather throw her off a cliff than marry her because the world would be benefitted from it. Man, what a leech she is. Mira Evan.I sighed. Thankfully the car was moving slowly. That gave me some time to arrange my thoughts before we reach the party. I slid down deeper into the seat. I was tired of this and even more tired of these stupid parties. “Young Master, we are here.” I remained calm and got out. I can’t believe the speed of this whole thing when I don’t even want it to happen. The guards stood broadly as I entered

The water was boiling. I spaced out moments ago. The onions were stinging my eyes. Though I stopped cutting them now. I broke out of my daze after the sound of the knife falling off of my hands resonated in the kitchen. Sighing, I picked it up and put it on the counter. I turned the stove off as the soup was ready. Placing it on a bowl I took it in front of the man who came in a few moments ago to take shelter from the rain. The storm was rising. Nabi told me that she will be staying at a friend's house today. Meanwhile, this mysterious man that I met a few times sipped the soup. He smiled and put it down. “I realized, I didn’t give you my name yet.” He said. “Yeah,” I said. “Well, I am Gloria Hensler.”“I am Zohan.” He simply said. He took another sip. Though my anxiety was eating me up from the inside I tried my best to remain indifferent. I made a mental note to review that envelope sent to me and hide it from Nabi. I can’t let her know about this. I remained quiet at the so

A final tear made its way down my cheeks when I finished packing up. I sighed and looked around my room. Scattered books, my mobile phone, and everything I had brought from Japan was getting into my luggage again. I haven’t even finished unpacking but now I have to pack again. The room was a mess and I looked no different. I cried for hours after coming back from that nightmare. I still couldn’t believe that now I was married to a man I’d heard stories about. I thought precisely about every single one of my moves. I made a plan straight ahead of me. Josh called me several times today but I just didn’t dare to pick up his call. What should I say to him? Was I going to tell him that I married a man who threatened to kill all of you? He’d get himself killed but won’t let a scratch on me. Stephen was out on vacation. I couldn’t call or ask for help because he’d do the same. I could never risk Nabi’s life. She is living her dream life currently and crumpling her goals like that because

I stared at the whites in front of me: the white wall, white bed sheets, and white Lillies in a white vase. I lost myself a few moments ago. My thoughts circled in my head unable to be still or collected. I rethought my entire life and the choices I made. A few days ago, I was just an ordinary girl living a semi-miserable life just trying to make sure everything is in its place. Now, in a matter of a few moments, I became the wife of a man who was dreaded all over the US, a man who was feared, a man I feared who took my life in his hands and crushed it. I would have been grateful if it was just me, I am stuck here with the people I love, making them get in trouble. This was a calamity. I felt a hand on my shoulders. I looked up. Alize stood behind me, behind the bed with a tray of food in her hand. She smiled and put it on the nightstand. “Eat something, dear.”I gazed at nowhere, ignoring her presence. She sat in front of me blocking my view. I looked into her eyes. She looked so