Natasha I furiously stomped out of the cafeteria. Without squinting two times I strolled all the way down to the ladies room. I attempted to die down my weighty inhales yet the more I attempt to, the angrier I get."Ahhh!" I shouted in frustration, scattering the beautiful hairstyle I had on earlier. Seeing how rough my hair looks right now, I could easily pass for a lady who'd escaped the asylum.The entire situation was simply driving me insane"That damn calise! She should be tossed to the canines" I kicked the wall hard making me return in torment. "Ouch!" I fell on the floor with eyes nearly bringing out tears.I pet my toes, delicately blowing breeze on it through my mouth. But why'd I blow up in the first place? It's not as if Kai showed any interest in me, neither do I even like him. By the way, everyone keeps calling calise his sweetheart so… what exactly is my stress?"Hmm…I'm not angry! I'm just surprised at how they showed their affection rig
"No!" She insisted stubbornly so I had to grab her wrist and pull her out, causing another uproar amongst the students."Oh my! Is he taking her to a secret place right now?" "I wish I and my boyfriend can be like them""Aww he's so romantic, he wants to be alone with his girlfriend" "Romantic my foot…" I scoffed. The talks were annoying and kept ringing annoyingly in my ear, I was tired of this fake rumors, i need to sort this out. I immediately let her go when we got to the garden."Calise!" I yelled in frustration and anger. "What is it baby? I thought you brought me here so we could have fun?" She tried touching my chest but I moved back, making it impossible for her."Have fun? Are you out of your senses! Do you think everyone's up for your slutty attitude?" I asked and she angrily furrowed her brows"And what does that even mean?" "It means I'm not interested in anything that has to do with you, if you want fun then go to Reid or some other guy they'll be glad to get you l
The tears flowed faster than I could control. A failure.That was what I was. I held onto the bottle of alcohol like my life depended on it. My vision blurred as I stared down from the edge of the cliff. I took a deep breath.“What a great night to die,” I mumbled, taking a hearty gulp of my drink. My legs wobbled as tipsiness kicked in. Just one jump…Just one jump and all my problems would be over. My phone buzzed at that moment. Cursing at the fact that I hadn't left it at home, I brought it out of my coat pocket. My blood ran cold as I stared at the caller ID. With shaky hands, I received the call.“My gold mine,” Nathan's lazy drawl filled my ears.“You sonofabitch!” I rasped, almost stumbling. Little stones rolled over and fell down the cliff. “Oh, you don't have to take out your anger on me, darling.” His mocking laughter irked me, and I longed to scratch at his face with my nails. “You tricked me.” I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. “No, no, I didn't, darling Iris. You
could always sense when something bad was about to happen. And throughout my time at the cafè, where I'd gone to write, I'd felt something was wrong.I left the cafè earlier than I usually did, rushing back home. On a normal day, servants usually loitered around the mansion, but my father had given them a one week break.So, the mansion was quiet. But I couldn't help but feel there was an eeriness to the silence. And the feeling deepened as I headed towards my room.“Dad?” I called out, holding on to my backpack.Silence…I decided to check his study. My father always spent his time there, whenever he didn't go to the office. “Dad, are you-” My words trailed off, as a gasp left my lips. My eyes widened, as I tried processing the sight before me.“Dad-” I choked out, throwing my backpack to the floor, and hurrying deeper into the room. I shook their cold bodies, wishing this was one of the nightmares I usually had.Wishing they were playing a risky prank on me, and they'd burst out wi
She was smiling, while watching the TV. I could see her clearly from where I was crouching. I checked the time yet again. 9:00pm. Subconsciously humming and tapping my fingers on the rail, I stared on. Soon, the lights would go off, and it'd be time… I took a last moment's glance at my black bag, and chuckled lightly. I had been watching her for days. From her errands to the departmental stores, and her activities in her little home. All of them. I had memorized her schedule infact. It was a Friday. The only day she stayed up late at night watching her favorite show on TV. Smiling again, I continued humming, while counting down inwardly. One…Two…Three. In a snap, the lights went off, and I dived. The door pushed open without any difficulty. Studying the house layout beforehand proved handy, as I found a corner from where I could watch her obscurely. It took a few minutes, to get over to where she was seated, and I placed my hand over her mouth. I sensed the fear that enveloped he
This is so good,” the matriarch of the Parkers' family said, twirling around and looking at her reflection in the large living room mirror.I held my breath, as she continued.“So good,” she twirled herself once more, and turned to me. “Your designs are so good.” She paused. “Why don't you take on the Grand Dame project?”A smile finally blossomed on my face, and I nodded fervently. “Of course, Cecelia. I'll be so honored.” I'd been praying for this.I shook her hand. “Good. My secretary will send the contract, and details to your email, later.” She said, holding onto my hand longer than expected.She squinted her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel queasy.“Anything wrong, Cecelia?” I asked, hesitantly.“You didn't wear your wedding ring, today?” Taken aback by her question rather than the abruptness, my smile froze.“Pardon? I'm-” “To handle the Grand Dame project, you have to be married. Aren't you aware?” Her perfect brows arched.My heart dropped, as I struggled to form a coher
This is so good,” the matriarch of the Parkers' family said, twirling around and looking at her reflection in the large living room mirror.I held my breath, as she continued.“So good,” she twirled herself once more, and turned to me. “Your designs are so good.” She paused. “Why don't you take on the Grand Dame project?”A smile finally blossomed on my face, and I nodded fervently. “Of course, Cecelia. I'll be so honored.” I'd been praying for this.I shook her hand. “Good. My secretary will send the contract, and details to your email, later.” She said, holding onto my hand longer than expected.She squinted her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel queasy.“Anything wrong, Cecelia?” I asked, hesitantly.“You didn't wear your wedding ring, today?” Taken aback by her question rather than the abruptness, my smile froze.“Pardon? I'm-” “To handle the Grand Dame project, you have to be married. Aren't you aware?” Her perfect brows arched.My heart dropped, as I struggled to form a coher
“My dear Kay is from a prestigious family, no need for interrogation, Father.” Zayn's voice had never sounded better than that moment.I briefly closed my eyes, and opened them again, with a bright smile. I could feel his father's hard stare on me, as I took a bite of the delicious raisins. These people were heavy on eating fruits.For a moment, I thought his father would press on with the interrogation. After all, he was the father, and wielded more power than Zayn.But then, he heaved a sigh and continued eating.We'd barely finished eating, when Humairah dragged me away to her room. “To have some girly discussion,” She said with a giggle, as she pulled me away.I threw a helpless look at Zayn as we went out of the hall. But I retracted my gaze, when I saw the hard look on his face. I didn't need a translator to understand what he meant.‘Don't do anything stupid.’ Obviously, Zayn's parents had a private sector of the mansion, where they usually stayed, whenever they visited. If I