"Hmm, what an interesting discovery," the lady in red muttered again, filling another empty cup with red wine. Her eyes were fixed on a bracelet on the table, the one she had taken, no, stolen from the library, even as she muttered her thoughts out, she couldn't get her eyes off it.She dipped the wine out of the cup in a despicable way. "You know, the girl, Sloane isn't useless, she could be of some help.""How?""Oh Amy," She uttered, it was obvious her mouth was filled with unsaid words as she stared at the maid sitting right in front of her. To her, Sloane wasn't one of her options, she was her only option. "The lady is planning to leave.""You did a great job spying, Demi,"Demi gave out a rude laugh with her eyes following every trail of it. "Did I? I have my ways Amy. Thanks to her.""So what is next?"She smiled, lifting her legs off the table, staring at the bracelet. She walked to it and held it between her fingers. A ten carat diamond br
The street was dark by the time she got there. Was it really the street or was it her life which had always been filled with darkness? She alone had the answers to the questions building up in her head, she alone could make things right, but how? things had already escalated to a point of no return.She saw darkness in the walls of lightness, it was so little, so tiny that she had taken it and built her life in it. 'Sloane, the thief of her time.'The restaurant wasn't far from her standing point, in fact she could see Rey sitting miles away. He was checking around with the corners of his eyes and when he finally sighted her he gave a hand up to the air.Sloane waved back and headed for the restaurant. Her legs were exceptionally swift as she ran to the door and pushed it open. Rey had already walked to her, helping her to the table he had chosen for them. "Thanks," she managed to say as she gasped for breath."Please have your seat Sloane," he pointe
She could had left immediately after the woman in men clothing but her mind couldn’t stop racing. Something deep told her the woman was someone she knew so well, someone she despised and even when she was looking directly at Fred, her heart couldn’t stop beating fast.“You could leave now,” Fred ordered, walking to sit on the bed.Sloane still stood in the same spot, not moving at all. She had met her past and she knew about everything. Phoebe was right after all. She didn’t know when she fell on the bed into Fred’s arms.He was looking directly into her eyes. Could he see her pains? “What are you doing?”Her legs were stiff looking into his eyes, she was so stupid for going on a mission this risky, her lips were closer to his as she tried to move away but the more she tried the closer they were. And soon her lips were on his. She could feel the intense love. No! She shouldn’t fall in love.Fred pulled away and left the bed, leaving her lying helplessly. “You sh
Rose stopped the cab at The Manchester’s mansion and paid the taxi driver, grabbing her coat on the chair handle. Her legs made loud noises as she walked on the wet ground with splashes wetting her hard boot.It was a not too good weather for a woman of her type.The last time she had visited this mansion was twelve years ago when she was still in good terms with Sloane’s father. The citizens had been invited for the wedding between Ray Manchester and Nike Raymond, an extended family to Maxwell Manchester that was the first and last day she had entered the building.From day one she had the feeling that Phoebe knew something about her long lost daughter and the feeling was right, Phoebe was Sloane’s friend.She thought about all this as she made her way to the back of the building, dodging all eyes. But why was she at the back of the building?It was still raining heavily and the tall building was beaten by the unfor
The window to the mini apartment flung open by the wind as the heavy downpour began. The meowing of cats and hooting of the night birds made it even worse to think straight. It was a scary hour in Mission Hills.Phoebe ran to the door of the apartment with hand tucked to her pocket, she knocked on it with the strength left in her after a whole race from nature, finding no excuse to bring the door down if no one answered, but there wouldn’t be a need for that as the door creak came loud in her ears and someone signaled her to come in.With hands still tucked to her pocket, she walked into the lit house.“I’ll help with your coat,” the woman smiled, helping her pull off her jacket. She took it away from her hands and hung it on the wall close to the door. “Please have a sit.”Phoebe smiled and sat in the old couch, with furs on it like that of an unshaven yeti.The apartment was not too bad as she had thought, the lamps were brightly lit like those in scary movies
When Fred woke up, he felt a sense of relief, one he couldn’t place.Drinking to stupor wasn’t a norm but the best relief during the times of pain. He could remember her touch, feeling her breath on his bare chest, but her face was blank. Shit! He shouldn’t have drank to stupor. Two empty bottles of whisky on the floor was an evidence of his carelessness.He wouldn’t be heading to the company today, he would spend some solid time in the library since his annoying father had left for a meeting in New Orleans.The chirping of the birds drew him to the window where he witnesses, again, a clear view of utmost victory, Fremont. A smile was worn on his face seeing beautiful families roam the streets; husbands kissing their wives, turning their little kid’s face away, wives cautioning their husbands to play it cool. Fred smiled.It was a tradition in the family to get married at an early age, he had broken that rule as the oldest ag