DARK TEMPTATION

Chapter One. AMANDA JONHSON. The dew descending from the sky moistly caressed my face, Seattle weather is usually quite predictable, and at times quite depressing, it always tends to go perfectly well with my mood, one that, lately makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a low frequency spiral. I looked at the road, many cars were coming and going in opposite directions, it was seven o'clock at night, dressed in a huge scarf, my breath leaves its mark in the cold air and I'm trying not to cry, not to curse and not to run until one of those cars runs over me and makes me lose track of this harsh reality, one that I don't think I'm able to bear anymore. -Amanda, you should go inside, it's very cold, you might catch the flu. Katherine's voice pulled me completely out of the foggy thoughts that I was completely cowering in, I sniffled my nose and blinked a couple of times before turning around, I didn't want her to se

CHAPTER THREE. AMANDA JOHNSON. It's ten o'clock in the morning, the cafeteria is crowded and people keep chattering, despite having a lot of work to do, my mind can't stop thinking about one thing. I'm alone now, fucking alone. Katherine left last night, with Steve, her rickety boyfriend with the scary curly hair. She decided to live in my father's luxurious mansion, from the man who denied my mother help, companionship, loyalty, absolutely everything. But, at the end of the day, I don't hate anyone, I just want them a million feet away from me. -The handsome gentleman at table six is ordering his sandwich with double cheese and strong coffee, can you take it to him? I nodded and took the tray, Hannah usually jokes with our frequent customer, one who, always tends to come in at this time of the morning ordering the same thing.-Good morning, here is your order, I hope you are satisfied.-Thank you, A

CHAPTER FIVE. AZAEL BLACKWELL. Amanda was still not awake, her long eyelashes decorated her pale face, and her breathing was so low that I would wake up every now and then to make sure she was really breathing.I looked at my watch, it was about eight hours until we landed in Moscow, and I think, that's the worst part, the long and stressful journey. A normal person, sits back, enjoys the altitude and takes advantage of the long time to rest, after all, who doesn't like an eleven hour sleep? But, that's definitely not my case.I like to think, I like to put my thoughts in order, but, anxiety has become my greatest enemy during all these years, since my father's murder, since I was forced to be a man while still a teenager of barely sixteen, indeed, my journey has not been a pleasant one, let alone easy, it has been a martyr, but, why am I going to immerse myself in that? It makes no sense anymore, life is what it is, a danc