LOGINHe turned around, eyes still heavy with whatever storm he had been fighting moments ago.
Everyone claimed his eyes held an unending winter... but to me they shimmered with magic.
I resisted their pull.
"I wasn't saving him," I admitted, not sure
Panic crashed over me as realisation hit. "Who's there?" I screamed. "Don't do this. I am inside." I bolted for the door and pounded against it with bot fists. "HELP!!!" I cried from the top of my lungs. "PLEASE, SOMEBODY OPEN THE DOOR. I AM INSIDE!"The decades old door didn't so much as budged. The roar of fire was turning more vicious. Smoke begin to curl across the ceiling, carving the form of devil himself. The flames kept creeping closer, trapping me from all sides. My panic mounted as I felt heat of flames scorching my skin. My vision blurred, tears flooded my eyes. The inferno was out to swallow me. "Somebody help," I murmured, unable to match the malicious howl of flames."DAMON!" I screamed, now desperate and hopeless.He didn't know I was here. With each passing moment, terror crushed my fragile hope. I was going to die.A sob escaped my raw throat as I sank to my knees. In the center of the room, I curled into myself, scared. Flames.....They closed in on me with h
"You had a sister too?" I asked hesitantly. He tensed up behind me. "I did." After horse-riding, we were perched under a tree shade.He didn't only lose his mother, he lost his entire family. Silence fell in as I searched for right words. I looked up and met his eyes, "Your mother and your sister.....they must be so proud of the man you've become." Something akin to pain flickered in his before he shook his head with a rueful smile, "they are not proud of me." he said quietly. "I've failed them." I frowned, the words not making sense to me. "How could you possibly know that?" I leaned in a little, hoping he could see the sincerity in my eyes, " I know they are proud of you. If I had a son like you I would be proud every single day. You didn't only survive the hardships, you conquered them."I hated the sadness clouding his eyes. "I couldn't take my mom's revenge. She hates me," he confessed. I stared at him, wondering where this thought came from. "No mother care about reveng
We both froze. Our eyes met before I reluctantly drew away. His jaw clenched in silent frustration."Open the door," I said before turning around and pulling my trousers up.I heard his footsteps before he opened the door.It was Max outside."What do you want?" I heard him grit out."Something important has come up," he announced.A minute later, the door opened again. He walked in. I didn't bother to turn and look at him."Lock the door," I said without turning back.&
AZALEA POVIt all happened in a split second. I stood paralysed as walls shook around us. Segments of plaster cascaded down. I looked up and felt my blood turn to ice. A massive slab of ceiling had torn free. Panic gripped my chest; my gaze shot to him. Our eyes locked for a brief second before a flurry of debris came between. "DAMON!" I screamed, my mind dissolving into blind terror. I ran towards him only to be restrained by an arm. A loud thud roared as the slab hit the ground, sending clouds of dust into the air. No. My knees gave way. I collapsed."Get out of here," I heard someone say in the distance. I only stared ahead in numb disbelief.Damon.I whispered, my crushed heart pounding in my ears. Moments ticked by. One...two...three...But then an outline emerged from the dust.My breath caught. I watched without blinking as the silhouettes stepped forward. "Damon," I breathed. I scrambled to my feet as his frame caught light. Dust clung to every inch of him, but
It took me a second to process. My first instinct was to defend myself, but then my petty side took over. "Just the way you are not over Myrah," I bit out. He froze. Irritation twisted his features. "Do not bring Myrah into it." "You can bring up my ex, but I can't? That's one hell of a double standard."We were chest to chest now; a charged silence stretched between us. "She is in the past," he gritted out, a beat later. "Of course," I responded sarcastically. Considering he still carried her brooch everywhere, she definitely wasn't in the past. Now I understood why he didn't marry. And who was the woman he wanted to marry but couldn't?His eyes narrowed. "Don't deflect from the topic, Azalea. You still love him, don't you?""No matter what I say, you are never gonna believe me, so I won't even try. Think what you want to think," I shot back and then walked off.Tears welled up in my eyes as I made my way out of the room. ........DAMON POVI drove my fist into the wall t
The door gave way with one light puch. She hadn't even bothered to lock the door.The room was drown in darkness but the faint light emitting from the table lamp, allowed me to see a figure curled up in the bed.She was sound asleep.I marched over to where she was. Her head was tucked under the cover with her hair spilling across the pillow.My mom's voice rang in my ear as I pulled out the pistol and trained it on her.The sound echoed loudly as I pulled the safety.







