"This is the bastard I was talking about," Alexandra sexily susurrated into Jonathan's ear. He shifted to the man who was held back by his men.  "You did this on purpose," Jonathan murmured while trying to read her eyes. She had a cunning smirk, like that of a Cheshire chat. She was going to get away from his lap but she was held in place by his strong arms.  Alexandra's face almost grimaced but regained her facade. She veered her attention to Kyle.  "Oh, cousin dearest! We were having a heated session here but of course, you had to show up to interrupt us." Alexandra mocked with her caustic eyes. Kyle pulled himself away from the guards and barged inside the door, knocking things off the table. Kyle's bloodshot eye

Alexandra slowly opened her eyes, adjusting the light that was stinging her eyes like a 1000megawalt lightbulb. It was already morning and to her surprise, she felt more rejuvenated after a good sleep. She had got a good night sleep without any nightmares nor waking up in the middle of the night. Her hand felt something was pressing on it and her eyes fell upon the man who was sleeping, his head resting on her bed and his hand protectively holding her's. She had almost killed this man yesterday yet he can sleep so comfortably. Her attention went to the hand that was holding her's so tenderly. She wanted to yank it back but didnt because she felt weirdly comfortable with it."Jonathan." She called but he didnt budge."Jonathan Jonas!" She yelled and he swiftly got up."Let go of my hand." She snarled. He realized that he had been holding her hand for the whole night. He was feeling insecure without holding her, so he held h

The hound stalked the man clad in a three-piece suit who was having a date at the Italian restaurant, the woman beside him smiled and giggled at her partner's banters.  He had tracked down his pray all the way to Milan. Jonathan was quite fast on this one but Halton was faster. After about thirty minutes. The muffled screams of a male approached Halton. The floor squeaked as the man was dragged against the marble floor.  Halton reclined on the antique sofa with his legs crossed assertively.  The man had been beaten into submission, he trembled vigorously like a fish thrown out of the waters. The sharp reek of gasoline corroded Halton's nose right after the culprit was thrown under his feet.  "You were having a nice date back there." Halton jested, the man did not utter a word.  A powerful kick on the stomach flung the beaten man against the wall. He wheezed as blood spouted outside his jaws. He curled like an a

Evangeline Wright strutted past the hallways leading to the Dean's office. Her heart thudded at the uncertainty of the unforeseen request of her presence. She hadn't done anything insubordinate nor had any ruckus with the professors.  She was the prim and proper student of the school, always punctual and always polite. Then there was no reason to be so nervous about it. It must be something irrelative to that. At least that's what she hoped for.  Evan gently knocked on the glossy door."Come in." The worn voice beckoned.  Evan entered the spacious and ancient office to face the old man in his early fifties. The amicable smile made his face even more wrinkly.  "Sir, you called for me?" Evan asked immediately.  "Yes, I did. Have a seat, Miss Wright."  Evan slowly took her steps to the chair opposite to him, keeping her back firm in a guarded position. She looked at him with attentive eyes. "What may be the re

Just outside the campus gates, a tall young chap leaned beside his black cruiser. He earned queer glances from his female schoolmates as he simply waited for Evangeline to arrive after the prolonged club meeting with her homeroom professor.  Evangeline had confronted the Dean about Halton's Dyslexia. Although Halton didn't like the idea he agreed since he needed some exceptions with his examinations. Soon, the news spread over like a plague. The girls that had once looked at him with bizarre admiration now looked at him with pity. They stopped the so-called 'fan club', so he won't be hindered by their interventions.  Some lost interest in him after learning about his illiteracy. Halton, however, was unbothered by all this, all he needed was to concentrate on his latest goal and after that, he will finally escape this recurring college life for good.  Since Evan took a long time to arrive, he decided to smoke. He opened his untouched cig