Dear Adrian,
If you're
reading this now, it must mean that I'm not... alive anymore. I applied precautions but perhaps I went ahead of myself. And Iwant you to know that I am solely responsible for this.I write this now in the middle of Monday night. I just heard you through the recorder I'd
fitted inside the unicorn. And you know what? I cried along with you. I'veWhoever said handling a baby was difficult, hadn't made the adult version of the baby named Adrian Isaac Stone."He better drink this or I'm going to kill him with my bare hands." I mumbled to myself as I opened the door to the hospital room Adrian was staying on. He was sitting up on the bed while his brother Aaron sat beside him. It had been three days since he'd woken up and the man had been complaining continually about having to drink soup every day. Granted, it wasn't not an ideal thing anyone would want to live on but still, there was no need to be so fussy.That wasn't even half of it. He had been throwing tantrums about everything. The bed was creaky for him- which it wasn't because I'd been sleeping in the same bed, the colors of the walls weren't to his liking, the hospital TV was dull, his phone wasn't beeping muc
"I want to thank everyone present here for making this day successful. And I also thank everyone who made this possible. We wouldn't been here today if not for your aids in building this brand new branch ofEva'shere in Paris. I am honored to have such dedicated and smart people working with me to establish this brand here and I am very thankful for everyone. I want to announce with immense pride that all of these stunning designs from our summer collection were made by my extremely talented sister, Ms. Evangeline White." There were a series of claps as Eva shyly waved from where she was sitting.I continued. "There's another person I want to thank from the bottom of my heart for making this possible. My husband, Adrian Stone. You've been there with me throughout every step of the way, and more often than not, you've been there as the receiving end of my anger
“Come on now, Adrian. Stop sulking! We’re going to meet our new neighbors and it wouldn’t do you any good to be looking as if you swallowed a dog’s poop.” The ten year old boy scowled at his older sister in reply. “I’m not going anywhere,” he declared and slumped down on the couch, resuming his most common position since a week now.“Adrian Stone! I swear to God if you’re still not ready yet, I’ll keep you grounded until you’re eighteen! No video games and no cookies for you!” A shrill female voice rang throughout the living room. The voice was followed by footsteps and soon, the boy was receiving an intense glare from his mother as she looked at his state of undress. She opened her mouth again and the boy winced, bracing himself for the next round of scolding but he was saved by another set of footsteps coming their way. “What’re you scoldi
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Allie! Happy birthday to you! May God bless y-"Aaah!"I woke up with a jolt, banging my head with my table lamp in the process. Still disoriented, it took a minute for me to realize three things:One: I was still in my desk and had fallen asleep with my laptop open. It was showing little cute bubbles as screensaver while my neck was bent awkwardly towards my left shoulder. I winced in pain as I heard a distinct crack of my bones when I tried to move my neck.Two: It was already 12:04 am- the fact I surmised when I looked at my phone.Three: Well, I realized this at the same time I found out about my realization number two, but this was what made me running around my room, cursing mentally. The reason was: When I looked at my phone to check the time, I saw- or rather, heard- that my special alarm tune was still ringing and that made me realize that... shoot! It was Allie's birthd
If there was one thing I hated more than liars, cheaters, spiders, judgemental people, corrupts, and..., you know what? I think I hate a lot of things happening in this world. That was really sad. Maybe I was a certified hater.But then again I think anyone would hate the above mentioned things. Well... maybe not ifyou areone of the above mentioned things. Except that the third of theabove mentioned thingswas not possible because I'm fairly certain that you're not a spider since the last I'd heard, spiders couldn't read.But even then, there were already a lot of strange things going on around this world so I wouldn't find it weird if I got a text sayinghello there! I'm a spider. Just thought to let you know that I can read and write.Oh who was I kidding?!I'd throw my phone to God knows where and lock myself in a spider-proof place. Which reminds me, I needed to look for those things -not t
"...so, these are our designs for our upcoming project. This time around, I think it would be wiser if we introduce our products in a reasonable price that can be affordable by all. That's my idea. Any questions, ladies and gentlemen?" I directed my attention to the people sitting in the conference room as I ended my presentation.From my periphery, I saw a hand being raised followed by a gruff voice, "I don't think it is a wise idea, Ms. White.Eva'sis a renowned brand all over the world because only a few people can afford it. It has a high class quality that screams money from a mile, which is the reason it is the dream of everyone and possession of a few. Then there isThe Stones Inc.which is even more reputed thanEva's. So if this deal is finalized, we can be more powerful and our products will be sold for higher prices. There's no meaning of top brand if everyone can afford it. Common things don't attract attention.
CHAPTER 4:Goodness me! How long would this guy take to reach here?!I checked my phone for the nth time, resisting the urge to insert my hand into it and pull the person out of it by his ear. I was anxiously looking at the entrance of the bar with a soft drink in my hand while occasionally looking out for Allie who hadn't stopped dancing from the moment we stepped in. I could see a lot of guys dancing near her and some trying to get closer than they already were.I saw one of the hands traveling down her back lower than what was customary for dancing. I stood up from my place, ready to intervene but then I saw Allie get closer to owner of the wandering hand and say something on his ear. By the looks of it, it wasn't a pleasant invitation to grope her as the guy had thought. His gaze changed from lustful to fear and finally indifference as he pulled away from her and walked to the other side. I believed that the guy was one of her high
I sat in front of the bar and as usual, Terry, the bartender gave me a wink as he asked took the order for my drink. SinceRed Diamondswas our favorite club to hang out at, both me and Allie were quite familiar with Terry who just so happened to have his shift almost every time we come here.Terry, although his real name was something else but apparently he didn't like it since he thought it wasn't as cool as his personality (his words, not mine), was in his early 20s, studying photography and in his sophomore year. He had blonde hair with green eyes and a friendly air around him that made you want to talk to him. However, there were some instances when he tried to get a little too friendly with hiscoolsuggestive innuendos that made me want to whack him upside his head. But apart from that, Terry was a bubble of excitement that was contagious to anyone close by.I smiled at him and asked for a soda while he raised an eyebrow. Th