EmmaShe went back to work again while Liam and Ela were talking. She told Emma to help Alexa in the library.Emma went there and found Alexa cleaning the shelves and arranging the books. Alexa noticed her and passed her a warm smile."Hey Emma, I bet Ela sent you here," she nodded her head in agreement.She chuckled. "I could tell, I am almost done with my work. Whenever there's any family member of King's, she always 'shoos' us away so, that none of us would make ourselves look like idiots."That was pretty weird, we are not kids anymore. Emma shrugged it off and asked Alexa if she needed her help with anything. "I am done with almost everything actually, you can just help me with those books," she pointed at the pile of books lying on the table right ahead."Can you please put them back on the shelf?" Emma nodded and picked up half of the books while Alexa picked the other half. She started sorting out the books in their respective sections according to their serial numbers. Ther

Author's P.O.VAlexander sent the girls home in his car and ordered another one from his office. He decided to not join them and to wait inside the cafe instead. He didn't want things to go different, besides he wanted to give Emma some emotional space for what he was going to do to her tonight was going to take a toll on her. He had been waiting for this time to come for a long time. He could no longer resist at this point.The girls were seated in the back as the car swiftly drove down the street. For the first ten minutes or so, there was absolute silence in the car. Neither of them uttered a syllable. Both of them were frightened. Alexa at last spoke up and said, "I wonder why Master had to send us home in the car. We could've taken a cab." Emma didn't respond. She was too scared to even think about it. Alexa put her hand on Emma's pale and cold hand and apologized: "I'm really sorry this happened. I didn't realize that Master would be there too." Emma struggled to speak but gave

Author's P.O.VThere are things in the world that change drastically over time, some change for good and some for bad. Some people might have trouble being aware of these changes. Alexander was one of them.The roads were filled with silence. He decided to drive today; he dismissed the driver and took the car keys, driving out of his office. He took a glance at his watch. The time read 3:45 p.m. He had to go somewhere with Adrian before going back to his house so he dropped off Adrian at his place and started to drive again. After dropping off Adrian, he had to take a different route since Adrian lived near the woods, the same as Alexander but the area Adrian chose was quiet as he liked silence.The day was long and he wanted nothing but to go home early and rest till dinner.His mind wondered about last night's incident. It made his blood boil with anger. Even though he enjoyed his moments with Emma. But at the same time, he could not help but feel anger towards her for disobeying hi

12th March 2008Walking out of the classroom, he quickly noticed all the eyes on him, staring oddly. He never liked people staring at him. He was at the school for over a year before he was homeschooled. No one ever really bothered him much but he despised the gossip that whirled throughout the campus.He opened his locker and put his stuff in there. The hall was crowded, as usual, it was the last period so everyone was waiting for their respective classes. He was not a loner, he just never liked anyone. He liked being alone despite not being in any group of teenagers who consider themselves "best friends". He scoffed at the thought of it. He smelled how fake they were which only further increased his disliking of the people around him. A hand slammed onto his locker and shut it with a loud thud. He looked to his side and saw a person standing beside him, towering over him, even though he was as tall as the jock. He looked like someone who plays basketball or some sport."Oh hey! Isn'

Emma's hands were shaking with fear and a few drops of sweat were running down her forehead. She put the book down unable to read any further. Millions of questions were running through her mind. Why were these types of things written in that book? Was it real? Did the boy die? Worst of all, was it her Master who did all this?It did not look like a book. The letters were not printed. They were handwritten, meaning that someone had written. But who could this person be? How could they have written such horrible things?Hesitantly, she picked up the book again and began to read.**********"Please don't hurt me. I will never do this to any kid ever again." Jonas begged but none of his words affect his capturer, who called himself the "devil". That he sure seemed like."I do not like lies, Jonas. The moment I let you out of this basement. You will go to school tomorrow morning and repeat your daily routine. How can I trust you, Jonas?" He mockingly asked the kid."Please, believe me." H