Arianna Reynolds
I was cocooned like a drenched cat under the dense comforters yet my shivers never came to a halt. My heart struggled to ease the growing uneasiness of the night. The long night exhausted my mental composition. Invisible shackles were drawing me into a memory lane I didn't want to step in. My sleep was lost in the vortex of thoughts throwing random memories along distant corners. The loud earth-shattering thunder took my sleep away and I was shivering in fear. I hate thunder just like how I hate loud people. The bad days I had with my grandparents stirred memories of the days I don't ever wanna recall.
I decided to read a book when my eyes refused to rest. Throwing the comforters off my body I walked into the walk-in closet and grabbed my fluffy jacket. Snaking my body into it, I lazily dawdled towa
NarrationThe insolent morning rays pried off his slumber. Snuggling cosily into the warmth of his pillow he moaned, relishing the softness. His fingers released the tight grasp around his duvet. He felt his pillow moving. Shallow breaths were heard and he doubted he was high last night. How can his pillow breathe? Peel opening his eyes, he pushed himself off the softness. He felt soft fingers moving over his mane. Softly he clutched his fingers around the person's wrist and pushed it to the side. Looking at the fingers his head registered the cute little fingers of someone familiar. Hot blood rushed to his face as he tried scrambling out of the bed in fear and shock, but ended up being wrapped in her arms once again. His eyes widened when he found himself cuddling the lithe figure of Arianna and his head dug deep into her devouring neck now. Looking at her neck from a dangerous distance made him insane. Her skin was so inviting and he was weak with her sinful scent. The tension was sq
"Get away from me!" He snapped at her brutally, shattering her heart. "Stop this madness Damon," she snarked back at him looking dead in his eyes. "I don't need you, not anybody. Just get away," he gritted his teeth looking at her with barbaric eyes. "Take deep breaths, Damon. Follow me," she spoke softly as if she was dealing with a stubborn kid having his temper tantrum because of losing his favourite toy. He stared blankly at her before following her words. She was dazed up by the wounded look of Damon and without any second thoughts she cradled him in her arms. Surprisingly he was willing to coil his big frame in her tiny arms for comfort. It felt right for both of them. His arms tightened around her pulling her to him without his concern. The automated actions of his body made him lean his forehead over hers."Take a deep breath, Damon. You are okay. Take a deep breath." She said softly, her hands caressing in
She knew what was tormenting him inside his head.The adrenaline rush and her morals came back with a rough hit on her head and made her pull away like a jet ski. She scrambled out of his hold and stood on the edge of the bed with her back facing him. The sudden push from her broke his bubble of infatuation and desire and let the reality seep in. Taking the reins of his self-control his head was back into proper functioning. He knew the short-circuited thoughts of self restrain caused by Ria would take a lot of distance and hurtful words from her. If not he would be lured into the magic again.Taking his deep breath again but this time to calm his infatuation towards the teenager he fixed his gaze on Ria who was holding her head in her hands. Her hands tugged at the delicate roots of her hair making him wince. He loved her hair so much to the extent he wanted to sleep on the silk tresse. "I'm sorry Ria," he apologiz
In the past few days it was impossible for him to get his decent sleep without his mind being indecent about the scornful beauty cursing at him through his eyes. The distress of not being able to talk to her and meet her was getting his pants in a twist. "What?" Arianna asked him unaware of the swallowed words of his. "I said all you have to do to kill me is stare at me.""Why aren't you dead yet?" she asked leaning back on her chair with a sarcastic smile plastered across her lips."I wasn't done yet, honey. Stare at me with love and I'll die every moment," Damon flirted making Arianna flush at his comment. The smirk he carried on his stupidly handsome face made me want to ruin it for all, her head cussed."You are crazy!" she blurted irritated at how his words were affecting her heart."Be there at the parking lot in 10, sweetheart," Damon said with a charming smile. Arianna's cheeks were a red party, flushing her face with the intense shade. Her hea
"Earlier in the morning I met Prof. Darius," Arianna said and looked down at her hands on her lap. Taking a breath she looked at Anna who gave her a timid nod indicating non-verbally that she was in tune with her confession.Arianna continued, "Do you remember the project I had been working on under the guidance of Prof. Max?" Anna nodded in agreement. She can faintly recall the paper works Arianna had been following in the past months."Since he departed, it's been given to Damon to handle. He even agreed to help me with my paperwork and the stupid professor asked me to be his help like his personal assistant. Not exactly what he said but it implies me tagging Damon along until I'm done with my papers. I feel like throwing up already!" Arianna grunted in erupting fury. Anna stayed silent and let the words sink inside her head. "Ms Reynolds," they heard a voice that interrupted their conversation. It was her professor who had his stringent expression hovering on his face."Yes, profes
NarrationDamon followed Arianna towards the parking space. The girls in the parking lot pruned to automated girl speakers that exuded loud giggles and shrieks as Damon passed by them and hopped into his brand-new Tesla. The sleek black vehicle was a heart stealer at first sight. The sexy cuts and dips in the body made Arianna pant at its hotness. She was head over heels for the brand-new tesla. Her head was preoccupied with the thundering vehicle that created a menacing aura in the air. Taking a slow turn, Damon stopped right in front of Arianna. Rolling down the mirror he espied at Arianna and tilted his head to the side indicating her non-verbally to get in. Damon was comfortably laid back in the luxurious seat of the magnanimous vehicle wearing his Rayban shades. The luxury vehicle lost every inch of hotness when she witnessed Damon. He was the epitome of the most desirable male species to exist on the face of the earth. He looked like a chiselled piece of work of art from heave
Arianna WilsonMy eyebrows furrowed when his cheeks gave life to the rosy hue that dilated along his face and neck. Fat beads of pearl-like droplets clouded along his temple and trickled down slowly. Why was he sweating under air condition? Is he about to have a panic attack? My unhindered thoughts rampage halted when he netted, "Can you stop invading my privacy with your incredulous eyes? Keep up your manners Ms Reynolds." A burning rage conquered my eyes hearing him. Gritting my teeth I inclined back into the seat and averted my gaze outside the window. _________________________"Ria, I had jotted the key hints that you can rely on for the case study. And when we look into a broader aspect the relationship between CVD and depression is interrelated. Nothing that you don't know but we shall collect some reports from the IPD tomorrow," Damon forwarded the notepad he had scribbled his notes on. He got bolde
Arianna WilsonWaves of indescribable warmth and an exotic sense of belonging washed all over me crippling by sane thoughts of avoiding him."Your scent ruins everything," Damon muttered and straightened on his back before he departed. Your scent ruins everything! What the crap? What does he imply with that? Did he just say that I stink? Holy crap! My head dipped to my shoulders and smelled myself. Not even a trace of sweat or an offensive odour emanated from me. My scent felt refreshing and good. Why did he just say that? Does he not like the distinct white musky odour with a mixture of rain dew? Or perhaps he had a weird allergy to good scents?I hate you, Damon!Cursing him inside his head I decided to continue my data collection. I randomly scribbled the words that seemed pretty important to me. Quizzical thoughts ran a marathon inside my wandering mind regarding the way I smell and the annoying pro