"Okay, Ry. This is the plan," my Captain said as she ushered me into the huge dirty kitchen of Quinn's Mediterranean mansion. But we were interrupted when Fiona greeted me with a happy birthday then complimented the whole concept of my own party which was a black and white theme.I was only wearing a simple white dress. Bailey's choice of clothing for their plan as she claimed that it would be easy access for Khloe. Not that I mind what I wear but I was most comfortable wearing a not complicated dress anyway so it was all good."Hey thanks, Fiona, where's Cathy? I haven't seen her arrived yet?" I asked worriedly. Well, I wasn't worried about Khloe not arriving yet because I knew that she was always late for this kind of setup. Although, I wanted her to make it fast here.Fiona rolled her eyes and jerked her raven-head slightly. "I arrived with them. See for yourself?"I turned my head to see Cathy with Alec in a distance. They were talking among themselves in the crowd with shy smiles
It had been almost twenty-seven hours of pure happiness.Five hours of worries.And nine hours of doubt.The time was ticking, the music box on my nightstand was playing.My weekend had consisted of pure happiness. However, once the weekday started, that happiness turned into a wire of emotions. It had been almost two days since Khloe contacted me.Her last words were 'I'll miss you again.'Her last message was 'I love you.'I didn't see her at school. Quinn wasn't aware that Khloe wasn't there. All she knew was, her sister headed for school in the morning. Yet she wasn't there the whole day.Her absence did things to me.It made me worried. It made me confuse- so insecure.Everything was fine when we went home after our first. We were happy- so happy. The bliss was indescribable. We were like waves of the ocean-so lively and nothing could match against our current.However...There were multiple unanswered calls.A series of unfortunate messages.And several voicemails that being ign
Khloe Summer"Khloe.""Hey, wake up," a soothing voice urged my consciousness to hoist up from the dark silence of my own slumber. Once I opened my eyes, I winced due to the rays of sunlight coming from my window. Its warmth didn't fill the coldness streaming through my blood."You gotta wake up. You're getting late, missy," the same voice said and I rolled over my bed to see my Mom gathering my dirty clothes from all over my room. "And you need to clean your room."I almost laugh bitterly at that. I couldn't even fix my life so why bother cleaning my room if I was busy trying to make it all right? Trying because since I lost from my own insecure silhouette, I'd been doing a lot of mistakes that I couldn't even find a solution to and they were still hunting me or coming back to bite my ass.Rubbing my eyes, I got up, reminding myself that I have to clean my room. It might be the solution to align my own universe. Something good might come of it.Refusing to move from my spot, I took t
Two girls sitting on the floor. Similar eyes hiding a deep forest. The afternoon rays from the roof window of our attic reflected our misery. However, my sister and I had the same heart—so brave and yet so fragile.The first piece of the domino had fallen already and we were both unaware of it. We were too caught up in the world in front of us that we were so oblivious of what was happening beneath. Pieces by pieces, they fell. Every collision brought us into this situation. It was our time to stumble because we were also one of the pieces.We never thought that the greed grows. We never imagined that the vines were surreptitiously spreading underneath our lives.It began with our father— Aston Blackburn.And there were other names— Elric Krause, Nathaniel Valentine, and Malum Colvin.As we skimmed again through the box of our father he left at the attic, Quinn and I had finally realized that there was a dark history behind the old photo which was labeled NAME."Does Aunt Claire knows
"A night to remember, huh? Get this sh!t out of here," Quinn grumbled as she tossed the flyer aside and stared at me with a bored look. "I'm not really into this prom shenanigan but you clearly know that my girlfriend would be ecstatic to be asked to prom. And all I want for her is to be happy. However, our lives now are like a freaking action movie and I have to babysit you and ignore my girlfriend for our safety. Care to tell me why we should go to prom?""I think you're safe to go. Not me though," I said with a sigh. "And who I would be asking to prom anyway?"My sister stared at me with sympathy before she shifted her eyes to the soccer field. It was a cold afternoon and my teammates were already stretching their bodies to get ready for the drill. I was sitting at the bleacher with my sister, killing time after a strenuous day."Good luck tomorrow. Kick some butt!"I smirked bitterly. "I'm not even thinking about playing anymore.""Why?!" Quinn looked at me flabbergasted. "This is
Slowly, I woke up feeling lightheaded from a saccharine dream— wrinkled bed sheets, entangled legs and arms, and warm bare body on mine until I realized it wasn't just a dream. I shot up from the realization, finding no presence beside me.I straight away felt disappointed. However, I could still smell her fragrance in my room. Hilary must be somewhere so I rushed out from my bed, gathering my clothes and putting them on.Last night was so surreal. It was a flash of events that I couldn't believe as much as I wanted to save it in my memory. I couldn't imagine that she came into my room and accepted my situation even though she knew nothing about it. Damn, so unconditional.I don't deserve her.As the voice whispered to me, I shook my head before I mentally told myself that there was more to come. More to think about. Quinn let her in which was really dangerous so I better give her some sense. Although so far, it went well for us, there would be always a possibility of Jet finding out
*trigger warning. read at your own risk*Gently, my consciousness enclosed itself into reality. It was a pleasant feeling to be under vast darkness but a great force was trying to pull me out as the sting grew all over my physical existence.Blinking my eyes a few times, I tried to get my vision back as the pain in my head burst like a firework. And eventually, all the recent events spread like a wildfire in my head, alarming my whole awareness. The wooden ceiling welcomed my eyes and there was this smell of newly-made leather furniture. I could feel the texture of the carpet on my palm as I tried to get myself up while holding my head with my other hand.I blinked again to see a wall-sized dark art painting of a gothic woman staring down at me with her unforgiving eyes. Hilary would love this art. Although it was a creepy work, every detail was painted raw which upholds great authenticity."Uggh!" I groaned as my headache intensified and I just realized that I had a fresh bandage aro
*trigger warning. read at your own risk*"Please, Jet! Don't do this," I pleaded weakly once he lay me down on the bed. He gave me a cold stare before he turned to lock the door of the room.With all my strength, I stood at my own feet and tried to run past him but he was stronger. Jet dragged me back to the bed violently then he hovered over my body, pinning my hands over my head so that I wouldn't be able to escape from his hold."No, you're mine to ravish!" he hissed at me, his hold tightened, his weight became heavy against my body.His dark eyes held mine. They were full of hate and in my surprise, anguish.Malum mentioned that he was punished for saving me. Jet could 've been brainwashed because of that traumatic experience. If he wasn't a good man, he wouldn't save me at all and he could've killed me then because it was his mission in the first place."Please, Jet. Let me go... I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I sobbed, my eyes begging. "I-I'm sorry that this happens to you. You're right