His body was completely atrocious; there was no chance of him living. Whoever had done this, was the most brutal and murderous a person could ever get. As I looked closer, his neck was sliced open as dry blood oozed out of the deep wound and he was handless. His chest was full of bullets as dry blood escaped from his mouth. He was not anyone I knew.I don't know him either, maybe he was from his men. "We have to act fast! We can't have dead bodies of our own just turn up like this!" Brandon growled like a mad dog,"Don't you think I know that?!" Fred retorted as he seemed shaken up. His eyes were bloodshot red before he turned his gaze to his guard dog. His glare was viscous. "You fückers are useless! How could you let this happen?" Fred scolded the guards who had their heads bowed down. "Useless pieces of shits!" He uttered as he stormed off upstairs. This was gruesome but it was something I come across everyday and everywhere I go. Fred and Brandon liked to kill and so they kille

She felt numb. She was not able to think of anything right or wrong at this moment, sitting in the room of the brothel where he took her, used her, tore her clothes, and humiliated her in the worst way a woman can ever feel. Brandon grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room, she silently followed him keeping her head and clutching his jacket tightly to cover herself. He made her sit in the car and got settled beside her. During the whole ride, she didn't say a word and he also felt strange that she was not even crying at this moment. She turned silent. When they entered their mansion, she went to their room and closed the door and directly went to the washroom, locked the door. She went inside and stood in front of the mirror, she removed his jacket and let it fall on the floor near her foot. She looked at her own reflection into the mirror. She was not this girl. She couldn't see herself in this girl anymore. She was a happy girl. People like to be with that person all the

People are complicated, I agree. But love is simple. It should make you happy. I don’t buy that idiotic theory of burning in one-sided love. No. I know it sounds amazing, sacrifice, true love, real feelings, God level, but that’s not for me. I can’t accept pain in the name of love. I can’t hug sadness just to be a great lover in history. My life is about happiness. And that’s the bare minimum that I expect when I choose another person. I know most things are not in our control, destiny, whether we stay forever or fall apart. But happiness is a choice, my friend. And I will always choose happiness, above everything, and above everyone, every single time. I know some of you might already be abusing me “Huh, he doesn’t know what true love is. You smile in sadness. That’s love.” Well, to hell with you and your idea of love. I will not stay in a toxic relationship just to be known as a “great” lover. No. I am a simple person. I want to be happy. And if love can’t keep me happy, what’s the

Heat rose from Claire’s stomach to her chest. Brandon's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.Her whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. By the time Claire became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating."I love you Sunshine" he murmured passionately and this time he kissed her. She curled her hands around his neck and kissed him feverishly. He groaned gutturally and kissed her back demanding. Then he took control of the kiss. He breathed between the kisses. She moaned and gasped with the vibrations of his breath in her mouth sending a pleasurab

"Congratulations, Your wife is pregnant."Brandon recalls the words of the doctor who just left the room after checking on Claire. She fell unconscious in his arms when he went to her. He came home after knowing that she went to the hospital, but when he called again to check on her if she had returned or not Mrs. Davis told her about her not returning. He tried to control himself from making any fuss, which may lead to upsetting her again. But he couldn't wait any longer and he went directly home, before he could take any action he heard the sound of the car entering. He hurriedly went to see her. Now he got the happiest news of his life. Soon Claire gained consciousness, Brandon rushed to her immediately and helped her to get her. He put some pillows behind her back, and she sat comfortably on the bed. Brandon immediately gave her the glass of juice, which was brought already for her as the doctor suggested to take care of her properly as she is weak right now. "I ..I didn't kn