As Agatha makes her way out of the dining hall, she feels someone following her, but doesn’t bother to turn around or to stop. She keeps walking on, the hairs behind her neck standing up as she feels the person getting closer and closer. By the time she reaches her floor and is almost about to open the door to her room. She feels her sixth sense tingling, like as if there is some kind of threat.Without warning, she turns around, just in time to grab the stalkers out stretched hand and bend it, making the person yelp in pain while she doesn’t let go. Her face set in a fighting stance, she kicks the person with her knee on the back, making them twist uncomfortable before landing another kick with her foot on the back of the persons knees, making them loose balance and fall on their knees, kneeling.Agatha huffs, completely shocked to see the person try something so crazy and immature. “And here I thought you were getting better. I knew better than this when I was the age of eleven, and
Agatha stares at her reflection in the mirror with parted lips, her black full sleeve dress hugging her frame that has a long v neck. She plays with the anklet around her neck unconsciously, he head tilted sideways.It's my birthday today. Agatha thinks to herself, her long black nails almost scratching her neck which forces her to withdraw her hand from her amulet, picking up her bright red lipstick instead. I turned twenty today.And so did Soralina.Her hairs are pushed back, not even a single strand in the front and her eyeliner done ever so boldly, giving her the impression of a Queen. Behind her is a floor length black cloak that flutters with every movement, silver chain earrings in her ears but her neck is bare, save for the anklet she never takes off.There's a knock in the door and Romeo steps in, taking a look at the girl before saying, "The guests are starting to arrive. Boss wants you down to greet them."Having finished applying her lipstick, she places it down but doesn
The party is in full swing by the end of the night. The youngsters dance and cheer with the birthday girls, enjoying to their hearts content and getting wasted while the elders take it to a more democratic level, leaving the youngers to their own party and moving on the another party hall. And by the end of the night, it is not only the party that is in full swing, but the drunken guests as well.With the main birthday ceremony over and gifts already received, the youngsters now enjoy to the beats of the DJ, shaking their hips to the rhythm of the music with alcohol high in the air. The lights in this part of the house are dimmed, giving it more of the night club vibes.Agatha has left her cloak somewhere on a chair, dancing to her hearts content with the rest of the guest's, until she is noticed by someone.The guy slowly makes his way towards her, standing right behind her as he slowly dances to the music along with her, trying to sync their bodies together. And as Agatha gets intox
From where Gustav stands with a champagne glass in hand, he watches as Jongil and Bianca slow dance with the rest of the ladies and their husband, while the main host himself is left all alone with no company.Out of nowhere, Cameron shows up beside Gustav, noticing the man staring at the couple. Having been his friend for so long and Jongil’s best friend, he himself had no idea about the secret feud between the two families, which actually started their rivalry. Perhaps because he was Gustav’s friend that Jongil did not say him to keep a mole in the Cross Sword, and Gustav must have done the same for the same reason as well.“So it’s just you and me again, huh?” Cameron says with a chuckle, catching Gustav’s attention. “Just like in every other parties. But at least you have a family to keep you company.”Gustav all but wants to roll his eyes at the last statement. Yeah right. The sweetest family ever.“Mikalis?” Gustav calls his friend, his still trained on the duo. “Why did you nev
Soralina holds Louise’s hands as she pulls him up the stairs, up to her room, all the while the blush that reached all over her face never leaving, shyly looking down at the floor while Louise only smirks to himself, feeling like his plan is coming into motion.As the two reach the their floor, Soralina walks towards her door, making Louise turn his head around and stare at the door opposite hers, knowing to whom that room belongs to.I can’t believe I’m thinking this but…I miss her. I miss Agatha. Even after what she did to me.Then his eyes travels the length of Soralina’s body, his smirk disappearing.I wish…it was her, Agatha. I wish it was Agatha leading me on instead of her sister.What the fuck am I doing? This is so messed up!The sane part of Louise is saying that this is wrong, that whatever he is planning isn’t good. You don’t hook up with the sister of the girl you like. That is just…wrong.But the more evil and sinister part of Louise is reminding him of the duty to the D
With sheer disgust and amusement in her face, Agatha stands before Gustav's desk, her hands folded across her chest as she stares down at the person sitting on Gustav's seat.Then she scoffs, making the person raise an eye brow who is also busy staring at her, trying to keep their chin up. "Something funny Agatha?"This time Agatha laughs for real, tilting her head sideways. "You really need to ask?""I don't know why you are laughing, so think I need to ask, yes.""Why? Does my laughing irk you?""Why are you laughing Agatha?""Why are you sabotaging Boss's seat Soralina?"The laugh disappears from Agatha's face, replaced by a glare which only makes Soralina shift in her seat but she stays her ground, not willing to move.With her chin raised and hands folded on the desk, she says. "Why not? Gustav is gone for a while but we need a leader to step forward. I'm only doing what's right as the next heir."Bitch what? Agatha raises a questioning e
"It's...a long story."“Well, we have the whole day. Go on."Gustav sighs and looks up at the ceiling, unable to start. Agatha raises an eyebrow, before sighing herself and running her fingers through her hairs.It must be weird for him to talk about it with us. He needs a conversation starter.“What is Bianca to you?” Agatha asks, making Gustav finally open his eyes. “Well?”“She was my first love.”Ahh. Okay.Why am I not surprised?“What?” Soralina asks with her eyes turning into baseballs, disbelieve masking her features. “You and Louise’s mom? you guys were a thing?”“It was a long time ago, back when Cross Sword was still your Grandfather’s.” Gustav interjects, and when no one says anything, he takes that as a hint to continues. “Bianca and I where friends since high school, and we loved each other since we met.”Agatha holds herself from coughing voluntarily, feeling rather embarrassed to listen to her not so father father’s love story. He can just get to the point. Does he ha
The car comes to a stop in front of the public cemetery, and Agatha hopes out, glancing around her to see if anyone had followed her. Thankfully, no one has, so she briskly walks inside the cemetery, pulling her long coat tightly over her to stop the chills from getting to her.As she walks on, she stares at the array of headstones, at the names of the many deceased, our somewhere so new and some mouldy with old age. And as she moves forward, she comes to a stop before a headstone, that isn’t very new, but not as old as Jessica’s either.In loving memory of Alexander Mathias RussoA son and a brother.1992-2014“Hello Xander. Long time no see.” Agatha says with a long drag of breath, stuffing her gloved hands inside her pockets.As she stares at the grave, she notices the bouquet of prim roses lying on the grave, below the headstone. Most of it is already gone due to the frost, but by the looks of it, Agatha knows it isn’t that old.I see there is some human part of you still alive, S