Ruthless

Dear readers, whatever I do,I always keep in my mind, "please don't judge a book by it's cover." I request you to do the same. As much as it appears as a cruel romance,this book has the passionate love we all crave for at least once in our life.    This is my first book. I don't ask you to go easy on me. Let me know my flaws,so that I could learn from my mistakes. I'll put all the effort I am more than capable of to give you an amazing time while reading this. So let's help each other. Please leave your thoughts and views in the comment section.     I'll be updating one chapter in two days. If you like this story, please share with your friends.     Thank you, love you all. 

Celia's POVIt is a pleasant day. The sun shone brightly on the yellow blossoms. The children ran in and out of my house. As I walked into the lane, grandpa called me with my name. "Come here." He shouted which was heard like an echo in my mind. His white mustache widened as he smiled. I looked at him in suspicion and moved further when I saw my mom in her pretty blue dress extended her hands to embrace me. Before I could run into her arms, someone holds my hand. He is just like me in the disguise of a boy, my twin. "Don't go." He shook his head. Soon it was smashed by something and all I could see is a body covered by a white cloth that has bloodstains. "Dr. Celia, do something." I heard the nurses around me say. "Dr. Edwards has summoned you." The compounder informed. "Celia, ... You are so beautiful." The filthy old dog moaned in my ears. I could hear them all shouting, laughing, and warning me at the same time. All the people's faces started to become red and there remaine

Celia "Zippo is an all-time American favorite brand. It is not only the 5th most expensive in the world but the most expensive one produced by zippo ever It came out in 2007 and was air and wind-resistant lighter. This model of Zippo lighter was sold for $37,000." My jaw dropped after reading this on the Internet. It is the same lighter he gracefully played with. And here I am saving every penny to buy a car of the same cost. Men like them are always injurious to mental health. I played with my crescent locket for some time and decided to do the thing I haven't done in 3 years. "It's good to see you holding a pencil." Sasha's words hit me like a sudden storm that almost startled me. Till now, my room was so silent and I was so indulged in drawing that I lost the track of time. She stood beside me and scanned the completed sketch." Hands of a man, indeed." "Yeah." I sighed. "Not definitely, Dr. Ralph's." She commented. "Yeah." I sighed again. "Who

CeliaIt is not until our little Cayden started to play with a lighter he managed to grab from an array in the mall, I feared Alexander the brute. He said he will get me no matter what. There's no way in the hell I'm gonna listen to my heart no matter how consuming and intoxicating his thoughts were. No, nothing happens to my family. Of course. What am I? He won't do anything like that for a girl like me. It doesn't mean I'll just fall into his laps.     You don't want to wonder, don't want to wait, don't want to expect, but your heart does all, or is it the mind playing games? Never did I imagined that I would be so affected by the ticking sound of a lighter. Even while picking the groceries, I was thinking about his rough hands and wicked smile. This is what happened with Garrett Green. He started to fill my head then my heart and I just opened him my body and soul just to find he has nothing to do with anything but my womanhood. Then why those swee

Celia  "You don't know. She is a loner. No friends other than Lillian. Never goes for outing, clubbing and has not dated a guy in 3 years. I think she has some attitude problems. She won't even answer any queries. Always stares at those babies in incubators. She is odd. Garrett knows a little about her. He says that she lost her entire family because of which she is facing some mental illness and trauma too. At first, I used to think that she is mute. And she absolutely has zero sense of fashion and style. I mean, have you looked at the rags she wears? They are totally………."      I've been hearing these appreciations and praises thrown up on me like for ages. Either they would've thought I wasn't there or they won't care even if I listen. Either way, I don't give a shit. By the way, Lillian is fuming I guess I've to stop her from ripping someone's head.     "What the hell do they know about you?" She yelled when I grab