Adam and I were in his kitchen, cooking paella for our dinner. It was so fun seeing him cook, "How did you learn this, Adam?"
"What, cooking?"
"Yea." I put some chorizo in my mouth and chew.
"Well, because of the restaurants, I guess. I taste them, so I cook them." I choked on the chorizo so I hit my chest a couple of times. That easy? What is he, a gourmet chef? It was awesome to think of but I was dying, so Adam got me some glass of water, laughing at the side. I gulped the water and put the glass down.
"I guess, you're the coolest I have ever seen." He snorted at my words and I just helped him cook. As I did, Adam kept kissing my cheek every once in a while as I chopped the ingredients. When we were done, we laid the food and placed some wine at the table.
"Here goes our dinner date." I clapped and he placed a candle in the middle of it, grinning at me.
"What I ate earlier was the most delicious though." He winked
Hello guys! Thank you to all those who stick with my story up to the very end. This is my first book and I am very happy that there are those who actually read it. This is the final chapter for book one, the next book will focus more on the brother's backstories, then the third book will be the continuation of this event. Thank you very much, I love you.
Adam's POV1657.I watched the light rays that penetrated through the water as I submerged myself on the lake. The water was clear, it was pure and it made my body calmer after doing some mortal work by the farm. I have been in this beautiful world for 10 years and have resided with the dwellers ever since. It was so different from our world before where the rivers looked more like blood than this kind of water.I have stayed under this water for quite some time now. The sun was just at the tip of the mountain when I laid my body on this lake. Now, the sun was already up high, directly above every living. My powers never left my body when I came here--- a reason why I could breathe underwater with these slightly small creatures swimming around me.I never thought there’s something more than just cruelty…I closed my eyes, letting the water take care of my body as I s
The people around kept running away from me. Some of them even stumbled down, out of their own tables, their eyes fused with such fright before they sprint away. I tried looking around but all of them are just gone. I heard screams, and the blurry cries of the children was ringing in my ears. But why are they looking at me? I took a step forward just to get a hint of what is going on but my knees trembled, causing it to fall down the ground and my body – my body seemed to splatter down the cold hard ground. There is something buried in my chest and my breathing seemed so heavy--so difficult. Everyone seemed to mind their own lives, that they never cared about other people, they are so scared that it actually disgusts me. No one even came near to help. How fragile can they be? That they never considered helping those who are in desperate need of a hand, just to save themselves. Cowards. I let out a small chuckle but got choked in my own blood
The moment I woke up, Zach had a wheelchair ready, we went down the hospital so I could, for once, feel the breeze of the air. He brought me to the garden in the hospital and we stopped by the fountain in its grounds. "I feel hungry." "It's only been one hour, Eva." He grinned as he leaned back with his arms supporting him in his resting position. From this angle, his gorgeous tanned skin actually contemplates the color of his eyes and hair. His jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth, feeling the sun's fading rays, and it really looked good, he looks great but somehow I can see that he's under his deep thoughts, I wonder why.I at least want to see him happy with someone than being stuck with me. "I'm serious Zach. Why don't you try to go out with someone? It's better than you, always bothering me around." I beamed at him. "It's better to be stuck with your old lady senses than date, nowadays." "What? I am not an old lady, Zacharias!
"W-what are you doing in my house?" I took a step back, I might have asked who he is or where the hell did his good looks come from but the fact that my killer hasn't been found yet has entered my mind uninvited, making me tremble. I was about to take one more step backward, away from my room but he was gone in an instant! I felt my back touched someone else's body so I roughly turned around and he was there! I stumbled back, scared of him, scared of what's happening. I stared at him and dig my nails in my palm to see if I am hallucinating or even dreaming.But I am fucking not! And he is really standing right in front of me!He looked at me like he was having fun watching me frightened. I shook my head, gathering a lot of courage to speak up. "Are you my killer?" My voice broke in the middle of the sentence. He then sat down with his bent knee and laughed in a way that feels more of scorn. "I could have killed you back in t
It's been days since the devil said that the payment for my life is by being his. We have been living together for six freaking days. BUT IT WAS NEVER IN A ROMANTIC WAY, no!I have been his maid for consecutive days! I wash his clothes though I wonder where those clothes are from and why does he have so many stacked up with 'my' own clothes. It's as if he's been living here while I was gone—well that's not even impossible. We never shared the same bed, of course. He sleeps in the guest room, well—thank goodness, there is a spare room on this house. I never thought that i
I felt the butterflies rummaging in my stomach. His breathing was heavy and the air that escaped his lips caressed mine. I, on the other hand, was unconsciously gritting my lower lip with my teeth—gosh, he smells of fine wine and eucalyptus. "Did he touch you?" Why are their questions both about touching me? “What? Of course not,” I answered promptly. I fucking sound so defensive. His voice was deep and his eyes examined mine carefully. His grip on both my hands tightened sending currents throughout my body. I felt the bit of pain but it felt exciting-- fucking different. "We’re not even lovers." My voice came out ragged, my breath was turning heavier and heavier as his other hand laid on my neck, his fingers sliding from my delicate skin into the back of my head. "W-what are you doing?" I gulped, he suddenly tugged into my hair making me groan. "Do you like it?" His voice is sexy and flirty, never lea
I can't think straight.I'm trying to get him off out of my mind but even editing and reading the drafts of the story that I am holding clearly never helped.I didn't want to hurt him—but he was so stubborn and jealous? Is he jealous? But what does that even mean if he is?And why the hell am I acting like a defensive girlfriend? I held my pen and put its tip between my teeth, my mind wondering in my oblivion of thoughts. I can't even hear anything, all that replays in my mind is what he said to me about 'nobody knows his situation' type of thing. I felt bad—I should apologize to him later but how can I even do that?"Hey, girl."Kate sat down beside me, making my issues in life hide behind the back of my head. "Hi,” I greeted her."What's bothering you?""Nothing,” I answered.She lets out a hmmm sound, looking at me with her 'I don't believe you' eyes. "I'm just thinking about my killer."
I never slept---I took a shower and put on my white blouse and black skirt. My eyes have dark circles around it, making me look like a damn raccoon. I covered it with concealer and put some moisturizer on my lips. I can't claim the promotion today if I'm not even representable."What happened?" Zach appeared at the door of my room. I called him last night and told him about it."He's gone," I answered and my tone turned out to be as flat as my attitude right now. I don't know what to feel anymore. After my outburst yesterday, trying to take the first step to analyze what is going on in my heart, the man who cause me such outrage is now nowhere to be seen."He'll come by, you know,” he uttered as he stepped his way into the room."I don't care anymore."I stood up from my mirror and looked at Zach. "How do I look?""Beautiful. But there's something missing?" His brows creased."If this is another one of your jokes, I swea