Tsuchida Kosuke never made it to Police station. He used his connections to run away from police van, he must have planned it, just in case, before the meeting. He was now being chased across Japan, and the arrest warrant was sent all over the world. However, since he went into hiding, not even people from TK were able to find him… so far.
There were no traces of Kaisei either. People from TK found out that he sold his all of the companies he owned a week before the board of directors meeting. It looked like he was preparing to leave. Perhaps, both Kosuke and him arranged that disappearance beforehand. That only made me more worried.
It had been 3 months since Kosuke disappeared. I was restless. I could feel safe only when I was with Hiro, when I could hold his hand, or sleep in his arms. Whenever he wasn't around I constantly looked over my shoulder, even though Hiro set few of his best bodyguards to protect me.
Hiro constantly traveled around to keep th
I dreamt about attending someone's funeral. There were a lot of people without faces, they were all wearing black, mourning clothes, silently waiting for the burial. I passed them by and walked to the coffin. I was terrified, but something was pushing me forward, an unknown force told me to open the coffin lid. I gazed inside and burst into tears. I saw Hiro lying inside it. My chest was torn by agonizing pain, I couldn't breathe. My mind kept telling me it wasn't true, so I clenched my teeth and looked inside the coffin once more and I saw… myself. There was my body, lying, without the last ounce of life left. It was an empty shell. I flinched, but strangely the view didn't surprise me too much. Perhaps, I was aware that after you get shot, you die… I used to think that stories where one lover sacrifices himself for the sake of another are nothing more than a romantic fantasy. After some thinking, I always laughed at myself for writing such cliché ending in
**WARNING** Dear reader, Before you read this book, be aware that it contains a lot of mature content dedicated for those above the age of 18 years old. It contains violent and bloody scenes, strong language, as well as quite vividly described love scenes. If you feel uncomfortable by it, I, as an author won't mind if you chose to stop reading it. My friend once asked me, why I want to become a writer. I've answered, so that I could at least control the lives of the characters in my book. My life was out of my own control since forever… Let me introduce myself, my name is Anastasia Kowalsky, and my story begins when I was 25 years old, and didn’t have any hopes for so-called “bright future”. I’ve never had the guts to follow my dreams. Since everyone told me that writing won’t pay your future bills, I’ve never even tried to study literature. I choose to s
After two weeks I was ready to move out of my old, run-down apartment and move into my living space. I couldn't wait for it to happen. I was so thrilled I couldn't close my eyes at night and even if I did, my heart would pound so loudly that focusing on sleep was nearly a mission impossible. But even after fourteen days I wasn’t exhausted in the slightest. All this excitement was overwhelming, but it was pure adrenalin. When I was finally standing by my new apartment’s door my legs were shaking. My hands were also shakings. Every cell in my body was uncontrollably bouncing like it was screaming with joy.
I finally started to write, or at least I really wanted to. I’d opened the text editor on my freshly new laptop and… stared at the blank white computer page for about an hour.“Why is it so hard?!” my mind felt like Sahara Desert, empty and dry. Then I decided to go on some web novel chats in search for any kind of help.“How do I start???” I cried desperately on the chat I found.
I froze while looking at his face. He eyed me up while smirking and said, “Hello new neighbor.”I was too confused with the situation, so I stopped myself from answering. I was simply too afraid of mumbling something embarrassing again. He was still holding my heavy package, the box full of books I mailed from my old apartment. Without saying a word, I decided to grab it from his hands. I accidently touched his hand while doing it
When I woke up from my nightmare it was three AM. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding and high adrenaline level made me sleepless through the rest of the night. After tossing around for long hours, I finally surrendered at seven o’clock and got out of the bed. My hands were still shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the nightmare or lack of sleep.
I took me four hours to complete the next chapter. I added it, while being thrilled that my story develops smoothly and then, crawled to bed using what was left of my strength. I woke up twelve hours later… Guess, I was horrendously exhausted, and my body needed much more time to recharge. All thanks to that, I felt energetic and ready to write again.I turned on my computer and wanted to get back to work but I suddenly felt like there
I stepped back as much as could, like I wanted to blend into a wall… or become the wall. My whole body instinctively tried to escape. Since I couldn’t, I looked into his eyes and forced a smile.“Hello,” I choked out with a low voice.“Hello, Miss Neighbor,” he said with the same smirk as before. He got into the elevator and stood next to me and turned to the screen showing floor numbers.