Dennis looked up at the blonde in front of him as he tried to understand what she meant by her words.  "Do you think that you will be able to say those words to me after I show you this?" Bella revealed with fury, placing a picture and a piece of paper in front of him, her eyes not leaving him.  Confused, Dennis glanced at the paper in front of him, he looked up at Bella still not understanding what she was trying to point out.  "What is the meaning of this ?" He implored pointing at the paper in front of him.  Bella smirked, "Why don't you open it and see for yourself" she pinpoint not trying to look away from him.  At first, Denni

Dennis started a Cassandra speechless, he never knew that he was a stolen child, no one told him about this.  He glared deeply at Cassandra with tears in his eyes. If he is kidnapped, his parents must know something about this, they only told him that he is their foster son and nothing else.  "What is the name of my father?" He asked Cassandra who looked up at him. She looked like she was thinking deeply to remember his name, "His name is John Dutch" she replied and Dennis eyes some in shock.  He looked at Cassandra as great shock filled his body, his ears unable to believe her words because John Dutch is no one else but the name of his foster Mafia father. 

It was the early dawn of winter, the moon seemed to be at sleep, the stars mocking me from above, if you listened well enough, you could hear the light whispers of the winter wind: to walk through the woods at that time of year was like a death wish, the worst could happen. Remembering stories of ghosts and witches in the woods got me frightened at the least. It took courage to walk through those woods. The chilly weather wasn’t any helpful, neither were my clothes. A white off-shoulder lace top and a red mini skirt are not an outfit for weather like this. I couldn’t remember why I was in the woods in the first place, and with the clothes, I was on for that matter, I rarely go out like this, my mom always nags about how I should cover up my blossoms, to keep men from preying on me, I never quite understood it though, to me the blossoms aren’t anything special, they feel too big and my pointed nipples always make it seem I’m tur