LOGIN- 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 - I felt a rupture like I have damaged my ribs only to find out that it was just the shock of the event that put my mind in a hypnotic state of shock. I’m still trying to grasp what is happening but the ear bleeding sound caused by the continuous shooting of guns keeps halting my ability to
I choke on a spoon. Before I could signal to him for a drink, a glass of juice is placed in front of me. I grab onto it and drink it, drowning the food clogging my pipe down my throat. I should not gush my food, there’s no where I have to be. “Thank you.” I voice, strained, dropping the now half f
“Professor.” Chimes from the entrance as the subtle sounds of footsteps slid into my ears. Thinking of the devil. “Student.” I say, returning the gesture. Although this woman lives with me in the same house, I can never get tired of staring at her. Of being with her, of enjoying her presence. She
“Kate.” She calls my name softly. Disgust fills me, riveting throughout my bones and I’m sure it’s obvious in my facial expression. I just want an explanation from her before I dive into ridiculous conclusions based on my current state of mind. After all, she’s my bff. “Talk.” I say, my voice stra







