Mag-log in- 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
- KILLIAN - 'Pick me up, please.' I read the message staring at me from my phone. It's past twelve am. Why am I up by this time when I'm doing absolutely nothing? Because I can't sleep. Even when I tried to, I couldn't. I sigh. How could I when I was worried sick about her? 'I'm on my way
Carol hushes me politely. "Have a seat. I'll make the mix right now." She says, supporting my body on the closed toilet seat. I sit there and wait for her. She's still here. I can hear running water but don't know where it's running from. My mouth widens as I mutter a silent cry. A body makes its
The laughter trailing from Natalie's end gets on my nerves. She's enjoying this way too much. It's night yet she looks as exquisite as ever. Typical fashion icon mother behaviour. "You look stunning." I compliment. "As always." She finishes my sentences. I wasn't going to add that but I shrug to
Natalie turns to face me. "Feisty. Quite the character." She says, unbothered by what I just said. I roll my eyes. "If you do your job quietly, this customer will be gladder." I say turning around. I don't want to see her anymore so I focus my gaze on my body. A hand lands on my shoulder. "With







