Nathan Black
She agreed.
With the prettiest smile winding through her lips, she agreed to my offer.
It had been a long time since I was this anxious while inviting someone. Not that she was just someone.
She was the one.
The way she leaned towards my touch had my chest blooming in delightment. It was captivating how her eyes gleamed in contentment. With it directed exclusively towards me, I unconsciously yearned for it more than I already had.
What exactly was this feeling?
Aside from us being a fateful mate, a destined partner.
Emma Grey How ignorant was I to think I could live a peaceful life? I should have known better. That wherever I was and whatever I do. I could never escape from her. The grin never faltered from her lips as she folded her hand on her chest. She slowly took a step, and another, and another until she was right in front of me. I clutched on the fabric of my pants as I had never once looked into her eyes. Casting in downwards. I wanted to try. I want to try so badly. To hold her stares, to hide my fear, to show that I was not the person I was once.
Nathan Black “All of it. What we had. What we feel.” She bit her lips so hard that I could see the marks on her reddened lips. “All of it was a mistake.” And in the back of my mind, I heard it. How my heart had shattered into pieces. It was hard for me to understand. What has gone wrong? She was just fine yesterday. Then, what had happened for her to burst out like this? “I understand. But please calm down–” “And I won't be following you. So, leave.” The way she cut me off had simultaneously cut my heart deeply. Her voice was cold as if she
Emma Grey “What should we start first? Oh, I know. What about that insolent boy?” Nathan. My hand twitched to a fist. All those times, regret piling in my chest, roughly shredded my heart into nothingness. I shouldn't have left home. I should have trusted Eva. I should never escape. And most importantly, I shouldn't have gotten him involved. This was too much. To think that even Elena was involved in her scheme. All tha
Nathan Black“Here, drink this.”My fingers circling the glass, giving Ethan a tight smile while at it. He had brought me back to the living room, along with father as his room was disordered. All from my fit of rage earlier.We had quietly settled ourselves on the sofa. Father had long seated on the one sitter, while Ethan sat on the vacant seat beside me. That leaves Allan on the three seated couch, his palm uplifting his chin on the armrest.My back bent over slightly, head tilted downwards as my eyes trained on my reflection on the water. My knees supported my arms as I gripped the glass tighter.I look horrible, unorganized even. It wasn'
Emma Grey “He's here again.” My nails clenched onto my skin, hugging my knees tighter to my chest as Eva cautiously mumbled. Uneasiness filled the room, pressuring the air clouding the entire house. It had been two days since Eva had sensed Sir Joshue in the house. Though, he never once stepped near the stairs. Behavior similar to a predator toying with its prey, having us wary on our toes. The grunt coming from the bed had me instantly on my feet as I went closer to it. Emile’s eyes fluttered open, sweat glistening on his skin displaying how weak he was. I reached out for the almost dried cloth on his forehead to dipped it in the bowl of water. I placed my palm on his
Nathan Black “Nico.” His eyes instantly met mine as he nodded to my signal, dashing to the area I had assigned him to. Good, now that the last person had moved, what was left was the three of us. I took a calming breath. My heart had been pounding in my chest as soon as we had landed in their territory. “Let’s move.” My feet stridden forward, hearing the steps from both Allan and Ethan along with me. As we made our way towards Lina’s house, I couldn't help but be filled with frustration. If I had known where her house
Emma Grey I frantically scurried by his side, shaking his body lightly. “E– Emile. Hey, Emile.” I called for him. Why isn't he moving? Eva was hollering his name, but I couldn't hear it. It was all muffled. Blurred. My eyes focused on him, motionless under my touch. “Emile…” I croaked out, calling out for him again. And yet, he never replied. “What have you done!” I snapped my head towards him, voice hoarse as I snarled in his direction. My hand hovers on his injuries, tremb
Nathan Black “How's their condition?” I inquired for one too many times as I paced through the room. Mrs. Paul shook her head, sweat trailed down her skin as Lina dabbed on it as fast next to her. “Not good. The injuries were left for too long for it to heal instantly. It might take up to hours, or days if I were to do it alone.” She claimed, her hand slightly writhed over the figures on the bed. I bit my lowered lips anxiously. It wouldn't take a hard guess with the way her hand trembled, and the way the light radiated from her palm had gradually dimmer by each second. She was already exhausted. And it seemed the healing was far from over which messed up m