Mass Release! Hopefully we can start daily update from tomorrow! (*~*)
He left as he came, with the whoosh of wind. I could do nothing but stand there flabbergasted. I scoffed clutching my head to rid of the hairs falling on my face. "What the hell?" I could hardly believe my ears with the shit I have to face, from every freak that comes my way."No, Lord, no!" I run my hand on my face. No way was I going to marry that eccentric man. He looked like a scheming gigolo at first sight."Reyna! We saw your boyfriend…" I see Juliana and Suha running at me like they were getting any browny points with after all the shit they pulled on me. But their face distorted fast as they fell down focusing on my left thigh, stopping them in their tracks.My eyes followed to see a patch of blood straining my bright-colored dress. Sarkhan's blood. Fuck! These ladies had peas for brains but even they weren't past accusing me of homicide. But before I could open my mouth to blurt a poor excuse I heard Juliana exclaim,"Eww… Rey! Did you just have your period?" I froze as he
I had been reduced to a plaything.I slid down with no strength left to support myself upright. It was going horribly wrong, I tried his 'let it go' method which only worked when I was conscious enough to be driven mad with the pain coursing through my body.I had an instinctive fear consuming me, if this goes on I'll either be dead or be driven mad. But… what if Jordan was right and it was just madness that had resulted after the trauma I went through.I banged my fist on the marble as my eyes went awry, considering the possibility. But… Sarkhan had said I need to adapt to it.It could be a non-terminal mental illness.I clutched my hair, shaking my head at the possibility. It wasn't far-fetched. Maybe I did make it all up…A sob broke through me and then another. I rocked through the anxiety of my state and the frustration of being helpless. I cried harder as all the anguish I went through flooded me with a strong force.What do I do? Where do I go? I didn't want to die, but I didn'
"A witch." "Somehow I don't doubt that." She pursed her lips, trying to cling to the last of her sanity. I really do wish to be more sympathetic to her pathetic sob story but I was rather too pissed.She was a witch! A Witch!Outwardly I kept my composure reposed, and nodded along, "So you do those voodoo ritual things?" I needed more information. If I freak out she will be alert and reel back.Snorting, she turned away as if she heard a joke, "I was the weak link of the family, I couldn't cast a spell much less perform rituals." She waved her hand in her hair, she looked spiteful for the degraded period in life then she smirked smugly. "And now they are all about how I got here!"The microwave dinged but my knife stilled ominously, "You fed my father a love portion."I need to confirm some things before I open up to her about my own dilemma. For all I have seen and experienced I don't even trust a hair iron to not turn against me.I stated it as I knew for sure. She stared at me ga
Beyond devastation is the point of invincibility.I had spent a week trying to adjust to my new reality. I may never know what triggered me today to leave misery and my blanket on my bed but I guess it had something to do with the message I received early this morning. Bathed and scrubbed, I picked up my phone again to check if it wasn't one of my illusions playing me. But no. Still there!"I found the bloke's frequented spot and temporary residence. Meet me in my office or I don't spit on the floor you walk."I don't even feel offended by my mother's crude threat. People assume I learned to swear from the neighbors but if only they knew the one-of-a-kind mother I have under my belt. I sigh with a barely contained smile, she was well past redemption. So no shade there.I had decided to wear a white Sundress with a warm Black Fur Trench Coat, matching them with heeled boots and leggings. Pulling my hair up in a ponytail and I went on to touch up my face."Huh." A closer look at my fa
"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" A shout rang out before my eyes fell on the knocked-down Mayor candidate half of the town could bet their ass would be elected this year. Shit.I felt aggravated peering at the middle-aged tubby man trying to stand up. His secretary who regained her senses back hurried to his side to help him on his feet. My eyes went to my glaring mother when the blunder I had committed dawned on me. The man stood up, huffing and puffing, and reluctantly I knew I had to salvage the situation.With a sigh to muster enough shrewdness, I leaped toward the man who flinched. Poor Panda. He looked traumatized."Mr. Salvatore! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?" The man looked taken aback by my enthusiasm. Ha! So he couldn't digest the irony. Welcome to the club.With everything I have got, I managed to look remorseful when I rather wish I had hit my target, who at the moment was drilling holes in me with her glare. "I rushed here instantly when I heard you were here. I'm a
I grimaced as my whole body felt limp with nervousness. I was finally going to face the man who was the only person holding a lamp in my dark drowned life. "It could be another no ball in the court or it could be another weasel of a man messing with me." I pursed my lips, I wondered why I was even falling for this ruse in the first place."I need to take a seminar on decisiveness asap," I mutter as I shut my eyes in the running car.I had asked the Old Gardener to drive me to the address on the slip.His information was minimal, the address too was of a Hotel Suite so who knew when he will evacuate? I sigh my humiliation away, stalking a man. A new low for me."He had recently sold three centuries-old Artifacts for hundreds of millions, the sale was under wraps. My guess is, it was the Italians. He also bought several big names stock in the industry so you can understand why your Dad was boot-licking the guy."Mother's words rang in my head as I tried to assure my heart there was
I swung it as hard as I could to give him a free ride to the galaxies above.He turned around at the last minute with his eyes bulging in disbelief. I was quick to part with my accomplice of a possible murder. I hid my hands behind, taking several steps back only to stumble on the sofa behind me, "Sorry…" I squeaked, making sure to look as miserable as possible.I seem to have broken him though, as he just stood there hung up in thin air."I just got a little carried away—""Were you seriously going to hit me?" I should tell him he's delusional to think that I did but that might be the trigger that will get me kicked out of the door.I smack my lips together, and my silence seems to have given him the answers he sought. He fell back on the sofa, running a hand through his face. His hair was open today and I almost find myself envious of the texture he flaunted. Drool-worthy."Khanam Deewana." He muttered and I'm pretty sure he's cursing me. "Indeed a wench in Regression."(Crazy Lady)
Damn Sarkhan! Damn his next three generations.Judgmental eyes fell on me. The man looked like a noble upright man while I looked like a shameless hooker, who had exhausted all her means to seduce the man.He stood there in all his glory with casual clothes and a neat appearance, while I looked like I just had an illicit tumble in the hay.I shook as my rage took over the good half of my working brain. The little I had about me left me when my eyes fell on Old Henry, the Gardener giving me 'shame on you eyes' from the sidelines.Cocky Parttimer on Earth.I looked behind me to see that awful sewer rat now sitting on the sofa as if nothing ruffled his feathers while he observed the good show. I wished to be buried under the debris of this very building as my father looked at me with dismay. This was going to escalate into a scandal. A stain on my name forever... there were too many mouths to close. With nothing left at my disposal, I took out the big guns.I faced my father and sniffed