His Revenge Wasn't Red: It Was Velvet

“Heyy, Lisa, wait up,” I called as I chased after Lisa who was walking briskly. “Wait up, wait up,” I repeated, noticing that she was ignoring me on purpose. It didn't deter me since I knew it was something very normal for girls in this college. I had just turned into the hallway when I heard my phone vibrate in my pocket, this made me slow down and dip my hand into my pocket in search of it. My attention shifted from my way ahead but I continued walking blindly. 'Kpaaaa!’ That was me crashing blindly into a tall figure. Well, that figure was as tall as me if not taller than me a little. “The problem with you is you don't watch where you're going, you are such a fool.” He growled, bringing me back to reality. I looked up at him, his blue eyes pierced through mine sending bullets across, he was Elias Larrson, Grace's brother. Grace was my girlfriend but we had gone our separate ways, that was the obvious reason the Larrson siblings hated me and would give anything to probably have

I examined the picture carefully but couldn't be sure it was my own bathroom mirror. I shrugged it off as one of the crazy imaginations I usually had from being severely gassed out or exhausted. As you might probably imagine, I spent the few hours of my sleep just before my first class by daybreak dreaming of Belle– it's that crazy. I sprung up from bed immediately my alarm went off and snatched my phone. I slid down my notification panel in search of messages from Belle but my notifications carried none. With the hopes that still filled up my entire body and soul, I opened the dating site, still no message from her. I took that moment to read through our chats again, the messages, despite being few, sparked up several flames within me. After two hours, I realised how much time had gone because I spent those two hours reading our chats a hundred times over. Without thinking, I flew to the bathroom. With my swim bag slung over my shoulders, I ran down the hallway leading to the s

The corners of his lips turned upwards into an evil grin while he watched me struggle to catch my breath, “Elias Larsson!!” I yelled struggling to free my hands but it was a total failure since the ropes were tied down so tightly. “For someone who is feared all over the campus, you are quite an easy prey.” He laughed maniacally, sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced thinking of what he might do to me since I was now at his mercy, I shrinked when he came closer, I tilted my head to the side when he stroked my chin with his long fingernails. He gritted his teeth and widened his eyes so that it almost bulged out of his skull. “You don't know how long I've been planning to get you, Crane Xander, you did the worst things to my sister and for a long time it seemed like you had gotten away with it.” I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you

I woke up the next morning to find myself lying on the ground. I remembered turning off the shower and crawling out of the bathroom but I didn't leave the front of the bathroom to go into my room. I was too weak for that and beat myself up until I slept off.I had to attend my classes for the day but I wasn't feeling myself, so I picked up my phone and called Lisa. The poor girl had been relentless, calling and begging to see me again. She wasn't touched by the way I had dumped her, certainly cocks speak louder than words.“Any plans for today?” I asked as soon as she picked my call on the first ring.“Yes, I have classes.” She replied dryly.“Wanna miss? I have some alcohol in my house, any brand you want.” “I'll be there in five minutes then.” She squeaked excitedly and hung up.I gathered myself and rose from the floor to have my bath for the morning. No, no, no, my body wasn't compiling, thoughts of Elias rushed through my head again. My jaw twitched, I clenched my fists, my vei

My heart swelled seeing her sit across from me in her rosy and most cheerful self. We were at an outdoor café just under the mild sunlight. She wore a skimpy gown that flayed at the lower region, the length was so short that it had difficulty getting past her mid-thigh. The upper region had fancy buttons fastened on them but they served no purpose because the V at the neck of the dress traveled all the way down to the middle of the breasts. It enabled her cleavage to be displayed in full sight and well defined.Her sunglasses sat steady on her head. Her makeup was very light but her face radiated rays like the sun. Grace was a real beauty, her small face and blonde hair could have any man falling at his knees shamelessly before her.“You've not changed,” I spoke up, breaking the silence between us since she arrived at the early morning café.“Well, that is not your business.” Her tone was sharp and feisty. “I have a series of tests to attend to, meaning that I do not have time for pl