HER A mystery. So very complicated. An enigma. A puzzle with so many missing pieces. Add one of the above ingredients into my plate and call me intrigued. Enter him. He is all of them and more...much more. He claims to be a monster. He doesn't believe in redemption. He is too vague and too dark for me to read. But it's my job now. To help him, figure him out, to find all of his missing pieces, arrange them together and finally obtain the final picture. It's my job, to find his deepest darkest secret. It's my job, to unravel the beast he claims to be and finally see the man behind. HIM Lost. I've been lost for way too many years. I thought it was over. I wanted it to be over. I had nothing to live for anymore. I've killed, I've destroyed and obliterated. It was enough. My role in the story should've ended there. I was too big of a monster to be tamed. Too dangerous to be kept alive. Enter her. Too loud. Too obnoxious. Too naive. Innocent, so very innocent. So intent on aiding me, redeeming me. She is unaware, she is opening a door that was shut down with a broken lock. I am scared. Terrified even. She is too white against my inner darkness. Too pure to be tangled with the devil living within me. We don't mix. We should never mix. Instead of pulling me out of that room, she might just get herself stuck inside as well. She wants to unravel the beast and meet the man behind, but I am scared that if she succeeded, she'll find nothing behind.
View MoreNatalie's POVI got up to my feet and to the kitchen, getting a bowl and filling it with warm water. I went through the drawers, searching for a cloth and some rubbing alcohol. I could at least clean his wounds, decrease some of the risks as I wait for Malcolm to get here."You know that I could've just called for a doctor myself," Ronald said, annoyance flared in his voice as he stood by the door, arms crossed as he watched me move around and get what I need.I gathered the materials and walked back to the living room, "Well, why didn't you," I shot back, placing them on the ground as I settled by the couch's edge and started wetting the clothe with the warm water, "Because he isn't a big fan of doctors touching him, so I thought he wouldn't mind his...girlfriend doing so," Bitterness coiled his words and I turned my head around to look at him, "Well, I am not his girlfriend anymore, so you can gloat now."His eyebrow raised, a bit taken aback by the information and despite all, he d
Natalie's POVI woke up like three hours ago, yet I still refused to leave my bed. It's the weekend and for some reason, I ended up wide awake at six a.m., not that I am able to sleep well lately anyway.I've been going through the first stages of heartbreak like a pro. I am not sleeping, I am not eating. I just lay down in my bed and think. I zone out at every passing second of the day, even during my sessions, people talk and I silence their words, my mind drifting, thinking and yearning for two specific green eyes. Always wondering what he is doing; if he is okay. Is he eating? Is he sleeping? Or is he as relentless as I am?Massie snuggled closer to my side, seeking some attention and I couldn't get myself to pet her. My gaze focused on the ceiling, lost in my own head. Day-dreaming. Thinking of what could've been, reminiscing every moment we shared, even the smallest of them.The sound of the bell ringing had me shooting up from my laying position in shock, my eyes slightly grew
Nikolas's POVMy eyes fell on that Peter person, leaning against the desk, talking with the receptionist girl. She smiled at something he said before she brought her hand forward, fixing his hat and tucking the loosened curls of his hair under it before she edged her head forward and pecked his lips quickly, both unaware of my presence.I rolled my eyes and ignored them, making my way outside the door. Some people just have it easy, don't they?I looked all around the station and the motel, I even gave the opposite side of the road a full scan. Fortounality enough, nothing looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. No one was around, just proving my instincts right. Isaac delivered his message loud and clear, and then he let me go. He saw it in my eyes that I gave up. He didn't need anything more.So, let him live with his precious heir for as long as he wants. Let him create another monster, it's not my problem anymore.I stayed outside, in case something happens, and just waited for
Nikolas's POVGuilt could make a man like me do indescribable things. Anything, I was ready to do just anything, but didn't know what, or even how.The grief, the shame, and the sorrow tumbling down inside my chest, the chaos enveloping every part of my brain, it pulled me down, heavy, my mistakes are so heavy I could no longer carry them and move on with this life. Their weight had me dropping to my knees in front of her, hoping, wishing she could believe me for once, believe how sorry, how devastated I am, how even if she moved on, I'll never be able to.The man who did those horrible things to her, he wasn't totally me. He was the darkest most twisted part of my soul, the one like Isaac said, is still there, it will always be there, haunting me till the day I breathe my last.Guilt...it is the strongest feeling I've experienced, even more powerful than love itself. Isaac knew that, it's why he brought Cara here and not Natalie. He knew her mere presence was enough to break me down
Cara’s POV I moved backward, sitting down by the edge of the couch, my fingers twitching, my nerves flaring in a way I didn't quite understand, "What you said to him...the truth that-" I couldn't get myself to say it out loud, my eyes focused on my lap, fidgeting with my fingers, "Was it true?" His silence had me meet his gaze and he shook his head, bewildered and terrified, "Don't ask me about that," Something seemed to be fighting in his eyes, "I am not mentally prepared to deal with what I said back there." My jaw tightened, my lower lip quivering slightly and I pulled it under my teeth, stopping myself from reliving that past again. I was okay, really, I was moving on, I think maybe I did, I moved on from the incident as a whole but one thing for sure is...I didn't move on from him. Today, all of this, it's just one big reminder, pushing me down that memory lane, pushing me to face my attacker, my villain, once and for all. "You liked it, didn't you," My voice came out weak, t
We've been walking for more than forty minutes, definitely more, an hour maybe. It passed in utter silence. I refused to speak and Nikolas didn't seem to be big on conversations anyway. It's been long though, my feet ache, my chest hurts, my stomach is making all kinds of noises, tumbling up and down, in hunger, and nauseous. I am tired, I am exhausted, I am cold, hungry, and thirsty. "Can we take a break," I mumbled, my throat dry and I swallowed hard, rubbing a hand over it, trying to blunt the ache away as I heaved a strained breath out of my lungs. Nikolas paused in his steps, "I know you're tired but look-" He said, pointing at something behind me. I twirled around, looking at a distance across the road where a gas station can be clearly seen from over here, beside it stood a small building, two or three floors maybe, it had the word 'MOTEL' on its top in lightening colors but the letter E had its purple color flickering on and off, so it looked more like 'MOTL'.Oh, finally. I
Cara’s POVNikolas's back tensed up, and agitation spun through him, twitching his muscles. My eyes fell into his hand, the one holding the gun, his fingers shook before they wrapped so tight over the gun's grip, the gun still down but Nikolas's finger was by the trigger still, as if ready to just aim it forward and fire. He won't...shoot the kid, right?"Let's go, what are you waiting for?!" I hissed at him. We could get caught still, why isn't he moving?Nikolas wasn't listening to me now, busy in his own head. The kid's eyes left me and went to Nikolas, they slowly moved down, falling into the gun safely tucked in his hand and the boy's throat bobbed, swallowing hard and involuntarily taking a step backward. He looked behind and around him, "Dad!" He shot out, fear enveloping his tone and my eyes widened, "Alastor!" He tried to scream again but his voice came out all shaking as he backed away from us and to the center of the room, "He is here!" What the hell-Please tell me this i
Cara’s POVNikolas’s eyebrow raised and I shot him a glare. A low sigh pushed out of his mouth and he did as told, sitting down back where he was, wincing slightly at every move he made. I looked at where he placed the rock, reenacting my small plan in my head over and over again, hoping it will work somehow or we're royally screwed. "Hold on, I am gonna need this to look legit," I mumbled, placing the tray down before I inched to Nikolas, my eyes on his chest, "I am gonna need some of your blood," I pointed out and he gave me a what-the-hell look, "So, I am gonna have to touch you," I explained, "And I am not going to like it, but I have to," I grumbled out as I crouched down. He hesitantly nodded, giving me permission, even though he seemed utterly clueless. My fingers went to one of his fresh wounds and I wiped at the blood, transferring some to my hand. His eyes pressed shut, and his jaw twitched, badly trying to show he is not in pain. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes; Men a
Cara's POVI feel numb. Actually, I don't know what to feel anymore. After Isaac finished his speech, they hit him with a last shock that knocked him back to unconscious land. He was barely even awake by the time they did it anyway. Isaac's eyes fell on me one last time, accomplishment reigned in his gaze, so proud and pleasured that he broke his son down. Without a word, he left after, his men following behind, their mission completed, leaving the two of us alone. Him, unconscious. Me, trying to comprehend the weird tightness pressing and pulling over my chest. I let my forehead rest over my knees, mentally exhausted. I could only wonder how worn-out he must be feeling at the moment. What they did, it was brutal. For god's sake, it's not important who is at the receiving end of it, it wasn't humane. It's barbaric. I lifted my head up, my arms hugging my legs, pulling my knees closer to my chest as I stared at him for a long couple of minutes. This time he looks dead for real. Bru
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