Sandy burst into my hospital room, calling my name with such excitement that I could feel myself grinning before I even saw her face. She pushed Christopher aside and ran towards me, jumping onto my bed and hugging me tight."I missed you so much, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, using the nickname she had given me. "Sandy, why are you calling me Angie?" I asked curiouslyShe beamed at me, her eyes shining with joy. "I missed you so much, Angie, that I decided to give you a nickname. It feels more personal and It sounds more fitting for my best friend."I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. "It's only been 10 hours, we see each other, Sandy. How could you miss me that much already?"Her laughter filled the room as she embraced me tightly. However, the force of her hug caused me to cry out in pain, my wounds throbbing beneath her touch. She immediately let go and apologized profusely. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, hastily pulling away. "I didn'
Willow, with a wicked smile plastered on her face, interrupted our silent and intimate moment. "Oh look, Mr. Christopher, Miss Daisy your girlfriend is here," she said with a malicious tone. Christopher's attention was instantly diverted, and without even glancing in my direction, he swiftly got up and left.Feeling rejected, my heart sank as I watched him join his girlfriend. Willow, seizing the opportunity to belittle me, rolled her eyes and directed her venomous words towards me, calling me "Little-angel" mockingly. "You never miss the slightest opportunity to extract, do you? Especially when it comes to using that baby rescue as a pathetic excuse to seduce Christopher," she sneered. "Well, I've got my eye on you, and I won't let you get away with it."Her heartless words stung, causing anger and frustration to well up within me. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Willow," I retorted, trying to convey the hurt and helplessness I felt. "That baby needed help, and I did wha
Little-angel POV"I can't wait to make our tree the most beautiful one in the neighborhood!"I suddenly remembered that, I had a pile of laundry to tackle before anything else. Since I was in the hospital I hadn't been able to wash the clothes and Willow surely hadn't help me.I replied, "Sandy, I really want to help you decorate the tree, but I have to finish the laundry first."Sandy nodded understandingly, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Of course, I can wait a bit. Just let me know when you're done," she said, smiling warmly.****As I walked towards the laundry room, I couldn't help but feel annoyed with Willow. She had intentionally pushed me in front of Christopher and Daisy, just to humiliate me. I was fuming with anger and frustration.As I made my way down the hallway, I came across Willow. I should have known better than to engage with her, but I always found myself drawn into her web of cruelty."Hey, watch where you're going!" she sneered as she bumped into me.I t
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the sunlight peeking through the curtains. It was a beautiful morning, and I felt a sense of peace as I began my daily routine. I reached for the broom and started cleaning the floor, humming softly to myself.As I scrubbed diligently, I suddenly felt a presence behind me. My heart raced, a cold shiver running down my spine. Something about the energy in the room had shifted. Slowly, I straightened up and turned around, my eyes widening in surprise.Standing there, with his weathered face carved with lines of wisdom, was the old and mysterious gardener, Jack. His eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and his presence sent a chill down my spine. I struggled to find my voice as I cautiously took a step back."What... what are you doing here, Jack?" I managed to stammer, my voice betraying my unease.Jack fixed his gaze on me, his eyes filled with a mix of caution and concern. "Be very careful , little-angel," he warned gravely. "
My mind went blank as I felt his lips move against mine. It was a soft and tender kiss, yet at the same time, it was filled with so much passion and longing. I felt my legs go weak, like cotton, and I couldn't believe what was happening.As Christopher pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a knowing smile. He knew exactly how he had affected me, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He spoke softly, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty, "Why did you run away when you saw me?" He asked, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face."Was it because of that Christmas tree incident?"A deep shade of embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I covered my face, unable to make eye contact. Nervously, I nodded, murmuring, "Yes, I was embarrassed... and confused."A warm smile tugged at Christopher's lips, his eyes twinkling with affection.He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.Sum
Little-angel POVAs Doctor Smith guided me further into the lab, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of trepidation. Beakers of bubbling liquids, unknown instruments, and peculiar contraptions adorned the various lab benches, filling me with a mixture of curiosity and fear.The white-coated scientists scurried around in a hushed frenzy, as if performing some clandestine experiment. Their probing eyes met mine briefly, but quickly averted as if they held secrets they were determined to keep. Doctor Smith led me through a maze of corridors, each turn intensifying the knot of confusion that formed in my stomach.As we arrived at a closed door, Doctor Smith turned to face me, his eyes holding a flicker of concern. "Little-angel," he began, his voice laced with uncertainty, "we are about to conduct an experimental procedure. It may be disorienting, but trust me, it's for your own good." His words offered no solace, leaving me even more bewildered.Without waiting for my response, he s
I found myself seeking consolation in the reassuring presence of my close friend Sandy when I was dejected, broken, and disappointed. I needed her understanding and wisdom. My tear-stained face caught Sandy's eye as I walked into her room. She ran over and tightly embraced me, her expression showing concern.I struggled to say "Sandy," sobbing uncontrollably, unable to express the depth of my feelings. As I cried on, my pain seeming too much to bear, her sincere concern grew. I cried quietly because I couldn't think of the right words to use and it seemed to make my misery sound worse.Sandy softly held me as she led me to sit on her comfortable bed, her speech laced with compassion as she did her best to lessen my suffering. "Angie, what's wrong? Why do you feel such pain?" With anxiety in her eyes, she enquired.I was so overwhelmed that I had trouble speaking clearly as uncontrollable tears fell down my face. I felt even more helpless because it was difficult for me to respond cohe
As my eyes met Oliver's perfectly groomed appearance, my heart sank. His cold and imposing presence only intensified my nervousness. Stepping out of the car, he exuded an air of dread, commanding attention of everyone as he gracefully approached the entrance."Wow, he's so young, only around 23," I whispered to myself, surprised by his age. It seemed as though James had rushed us to fix the house, and I had mistakenly assumed Oliver to be much older. He gracefully approached the entrance, his youthful face belying the aura of authority that radiated from him. I stood beside Avery, both of us slightly hunched as we waited for Oliver's approach.As Oliver drew closer, James bent slightly in respect, his voice oozing politeness as he greeted him. "Welcome, Mr. Oliver. We've been expecting you. I trust your journey was comfortable?"I had a lump in my throat, hindering my ability to speak, and I coughed nervously. The sound seemed to catch Oliver's attention, and he cast a severe and col