Masuk- HAZEL - The drive home was devastating but on the bright side, I have arrived. I make my payment and get out of the car, shutting the door behind me and running in. The lights are off. I look around. Every single light on the streets are out making the area ridiculously dark and I am just noti
- HAZEL - I find it ridiculous that our very state-of-the-art home is so far away from the city, making going to a supermarket to get something as little as a bag of chips seem so tasking. Especially late at night. I groan, still on the long drive TO the supermarket. It is frustrating. There are
- KILLIAN - The time has struck eight pm. I pull the glove on my hand higher to fit better on my palm. From head to toe, I am dressed in black. A black, futuristic, half face mask conceals the lower portion of my face. My shirt is black, my belt and pants the same. I am at the place the killer li
I just blush in return, biting my lower lip. “It’s nice to meet you, Liam.” I murmur. My eyes are on the things in his hand. I wonder that’s in them. I’m aching to know. A smirk forms on his face, like he can read my thoughts. “Here.” He hands them to me. I take them from him. Woah. How does he ho
- HAZEL - ‘Let’s meet tonight. Anywhere you choose, I have something special for you.’ Killian sent me that text earlier today and ever since, I couldn’t help but wonder where we should go or what the special thing may be but the anticipation is killing me. Driving me crazy. The funny part of
She texted me. Thinking of the angel- my Hazel is no devil- if at all, I am the devil. ‘Good morning. Get a good rest? I know I did. Although would’ve preferred waking up to you.’ I read. I should not be this delighted by a text message. My cheeks should not be this burned due to a wide grin on m
- HAZEL - “Tristan.” I spit out, writhing on the floor in pain. His words are replaying in my head like an anthem. I’m terrified, he’s hurting me unbotheredly in public space yet he does not seem to care. A hand fastens in my hair, raising me up the ground through the tight hold on my hair. I fee
- KILLIAN - “We need to talk.” I say, still securing her body over my shoulder. Hazel grunts, her hands hanging down my chest like she’s given in. “You think?” I can hear the sarcasm in her voice. She huffs, a heavy one. “You won’t talk to me yet you won’t let me go either. Classic you.” For
Yelling that only makes this funnier. My father was anything but a coward and Marino knows. "And look where that got you, oh smart one." I took a step forward. "Chained to a seat. Brilliant." I whisper, taking a step back. I pulled my gun from the strap and shot. I'm not going to let him die that
"I can't. Look for someone else." I said, handing my phone back to them. "Are you kidding? How often do you find someone this beautiful, Hazel? Like ever?!" Savory questioned, surprised. I don't know if I should explain it to her. "That's sad, but I can't. I'd rather not." My voice is stern. I thi







