Lahat ng Kabanata ng Heartstrings: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

“Maverick.” She stuttered. He pulled her towards the table. She kept looking at his broad back, anticipating his movements.“Bring the papers, Arden.” He muttered, his fingers tingling where his skin touched hers. Arden fixed his glasses, gritting his teeth as his eyes bore where Maverick touched her. Heart burning with jealousy. He placed papers in front of her, but his eyes not leaving the point where they touched.“Sign them,” Maverick said, sliding the papers with his free hand. Grace gulped, looking between them and nodded. She was now at the edge, there was no turning back now. It was something she had created for herself. A hell dug by herself, for herself.Her eyes looked over the words written there. She read them in her head. Slowly and making sure there was no–Her eyes widened when they landed on particular words. Snapping her head to Maverick, she asked with uncertainty.“W-what are these conditions?”“Few changes, nothing more.” His voice seemed to deepen as he glanced u

The morning came with commotion happening downstairs. Grace hardly had lifted a lid when she heard shouting from the lobby, where usually everyone sits around in the morning and evening. She groaned in annoyance as she shifted on the bed and draped the sheets over her head to block the sunlight and pressed her ears harder against the pillows trying to block away the shouts and yells. When she thought the commotion died down, a loud bang was heard from the lobby and her eyes opened widely. She remained still for a second before she fully swayed over the bed and swung her legs. Her heart almost threatened to explode and she hurriedly opened the door.Bare feet thumped against the marble floor as she rushed downstairs. What was happening? The closer she was getting, the clearer she could distinguish between the voices. Astonishingly, one of them belonged to Orion, the man who was avoiding her for the past some days for oblivious reasons. When she reached the door, with unsure hands she s

Grace spend two days and three nights locked in her room. Ashamed and angry at herself for even believing a man like Maverick. Last night was harder, she had nightmares of Azrael finding her and for the past couple of hours, she was awake. Cuddled at the side of her bed and watching the window with distant eyes. She wanted to believe Maverick that he would keep her safe, but Grace was doubting if he would do that. Strangely, none of them came to call her downstairs except for the occasional bringing of food by Arden. She was also avoiding him. Whenever he would come, she would pretend to sleep and wait for him to leave. Sometimes it would take him a couple of more minutes to leave as she felt his heavy gaze on her and then with a contempt sigh, he would leave. Sighing to herself she slowly get up and decided to take shower. Maybe that would cleanse her thoughts. To gather her thoughts she picked loose trousers and a T-shirt before entering the bathroom. Without looking at her reflect

Grace cursed behind him as he disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly changing into her silk pyjamas, she stretched her legs and arms feeling sore. The flight had made her tired and now all she wanted was to sleep and rest. But strangely it was nowhere near her. Her stomach growled. Feeling hungry and thirsty she went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. After shuffling through cabinets, she found nothing but empty utensils and crockery. The fridge was empty. However, there were a few bottles of what looked like water, and some juice and alcohol stuffed in the fridge. Grace sighed. If not hunger, at least she should calm her throat down. She grabbed the nearest bottle not bothering to check the label and poured it into the glass. The light pink-hued liquid stared back at her as she sat on the stool and took little sips of the juice. The first sip made her taste buds tingle and she hummed at the taste. It tasted like… something she could quite remember. But the sweet and aromat

“We’ll be there soon-“ Just like an angel descended from paradise. It was the red of wedding carnations, a pop of colour in his grey world which resembles passion and the dynamic form of his infatuation. He couldn’t –even though he was aware of it–he just couldn’t keep his eyes away from her. Her small petal-like lips tempted him to have a taste and wonder if they tasted the same as last night, her creamy butter-like smooth legs seducing him to run his fingers up to the cleft between her thighs and examine what was the colour of her underwear. She shied away from his intense gaze, and he fell in love all over again. The first time he saw her, she looked like a virgin getting sacrificed in red, but now, she looked like the temptress of heaven, the seductress who was slowly sucking the life out of him. “You can leave.” He said without moving his eyes from her, his eyes taking over her bare slender neck, looking for the mark he left last night but found none, probably it was covered wi