Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Fragile Flame: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

I hauled Penelope inside the shack as Daniel helped me do the thing. Unfortunately, the filthy chair I once sat a year ago was now broken down into pieces. The remnants of it were still scattered on the ground, and the lights didn't work anymore. It seemed like it had given up holding onto the ceiling that it completely fell on the ground.Plopping her on the wooden floor, I started to search for an alternative for that wooden chair. Since this place was empty and it was mostly filled by filth, I had no choice but to tie her here on the ground."Wait here," I told Daniel, walking away from the vicinity to grab the rope inside the van.I went back to the side of the road and opened the door of the backseat. Grabbing the rope, I almost jumped when I heard my phone rang inside my pocket. I slid my hand and pulled the phone out of it. As the caller ID flashed on the screen, I answered it immediately."Hello?"

Warning: There's a mention of violence in this chapter. ~*~"Leverage for what?" I asked, clenching my fists."Why don't you ask him?""Why don't you tell me?""Because I don't want to." She raised a brow as if challenging me. "So anyway, what proposal do you have?"Why did she avoid the question? What was she afraid to tell me? And what lies beneath the surface William had shown me? Though I had these questions lingering in my head, I knew I would find out about it. For now, I needed to settle things with her."Penelope," I started. She immediately flicked her eyes to me, terror apparent on her face, "for my dad."She looked taken aback. Her eyes were widened and her lips were slightly parted."What have you done to her?" she asked through

I was sat on the chair in front of the vanity, contemplating what I'd done to myself. The death of Penelope still flashed in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. One shot and she was dead. I killed her, it still pierced in my ears.I had become a monster, again. I wasn't supposed to be killing again because the guilt would eat me alive again. I had shaken off everything that occurred and every horrible shits I'd done in the past after I stopped working to William. I might sound sadistic and messed up in the head, but at least when I did all of those I had someone to blame. But this time, I could conclude that it was all up to me. That everything I did wasn't William's fault. It felt like I had turned my emotions off.As I stared at myself, I realized how fucked up I was. My skin wasn't in good condition, and acne started to appear on my forehead. Dark bags laying underneath my eyes became more p

We went to Emma's house. We decided to just chill for this day and not linger around outside. I liked this idea more because having the uncertainty of what Catherine prepared for me out there was frightening. No matter how hard I tried to shake off the thought, it was still in my head. But with my friends surrounding me, my anxiety was eased down a bit.We were all gathered in their living room. It had the same comfortable atmosphere as their beach house, but this was bigger. This vicinity mostly contained of neutral colors, mostly grey, black, and white. The grey-colored couch was decorated with black pillows and fur blankets. Behind it was a tall table with an indoor plant placed above and a white standard lamp. The glass, coffee table before us had some miniature vases placed on top of it, along with neutral-colored magazines to match the entire theme.This vicinity had two lounge areas. Kourtney, Amanda, and I were sat on the couch whi

"What are we supposed to do?!" Kourtney asked frantically, pivoting the steering wheel as it swirled down the road.I looked back again. They were still shooting, as the bullet hitting the car sounded like a huge raindrop from the sky. Looking back at Kourtney, I held both the driver's and the shotgun seat as I shifted closer to them."Kourtney, stop the car," I demanded.She pulled the shifter, as we stopped in the middle of the road. As soon as she pulled up, the guys trailing behind us also stopped. When the bullet hitting the car had ceased, our heavy panting filled the car. Ducking down, the incandescent headlight filtered through the window behind Kourtney's Audi, as silhouette started to approach the car we were in.I slowly moved my hand inside the jacket I wore that cloaked the gun placed beside my jeans and pulled it out."Wha—"I cut Kourtney off by shushi