บททั้งหมดของ COLOURS OF THE DEVIL: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

It was the second half of the game. The Bulldogs and the Crimsons gave us an exceptional show. Both scores stood at 39. I could detect the animosity and rage that poisoned the atmosphere. It bled from the athletes on the retrieve. My eyes were always glued on number 69, I almost had a heart attack twice when I saw him being tackled by a few dirty, sweaty bodies. Their helmets and pads smashed against each other thunderously, granting me the notion that the Gods were angry. With merely a couple of seconds left on the time, there was only room for one more play. Ace had the ball, the clock read 14 seconds. The crowd was nail-bitingly silent. Beads of nervous sweat pebbled my forehead. The tension was so dense, you could cut it with a knife. I observed in apprehension as Ace dodged and flipped past the enemy. I felt and tasted the adrenaline that was gushing from the pitch and the onlookers around the stadium. I heard the coaches yelling.“Defence!”“Tackle him!”My mind went into slow

They say nightmares are fragmented re-enactments of people or events your brain reserves from when you're awake; it twists and alters an already frightening memory into something far more perverse and disturbing. That was happening to our Pebbles. Her nightmares had returned—but they weren't gone for long. She finally felt at peace; safe when she entered the lives of the Dicksons. She thought she left her past; her old life behind along with the people who created all her pain and troubles, only to have a small insignificant piece of her story in which she preferred to forget, appearing at her front door in the essence of Jenna. She asked herself, how did Ace know Jenna and did he know who she was to her? The many outcomes of events that could occur if Jenna had seen her tormented her from the depths of her subconscious. Sinister came for her—she looked on in horror as he slashed open Bradley's throat. Ace battled to protect her, but he was no match for the power of the devil. He du

Two hours thereafter and Pebbles still felt the remnants of Ace's touch. His smell still lingered in her nostrils, causing her to feel a sense of euphoric hopelessness. She almost didn't want to shower; afraid of washing his scent away.She reminisced about the feeling of his lips kissing down there, rocking her body into submission, and opening doors she never knew she had. Her mouth let out an involuntary moan in ecstasy as she imagined what it would feel like when he was inside her. A blush tinted her body as she stepped into the shower. Pebbles did things with the showerhead that Evie once told her about. After her much-needed shower, she headed downstairs, only to meet Bradley walking through the door. “Bradley, you're home,” Pebbles squealed. He dropped his bag at the door and gave her a bear hug. His fatherly scent comforted her in ways she'd always yearned for. “Did you have a pleasant weekend?” He asked, running his thumb over Pebbles' cheek and giving it a childlike pinch.

PEBBLES' POVThe past couple of days had been chaos. Bradley had two therapists come by the house since I demanded a meeting with them. I wanted to see if I'd be comfortable enough to lay on a couch in their office, spilling all my secrets and fears. The first one was a Mr. Spencer. He was a regular-looking man around Bradley's age; he spoke friendly, and he even had the nice guy-next-door smile, but the moment he shook my hand, I noticed it in his eyes. That thing that men like Sinister and Harrison possess, that twisted desire and greed that if they did not get what they crave, they would snap and take it by any measures necessary. Bradley saw my discomfort, and he immediately bid Mr. Spencer farewell.Mr. Cromwell was a unique case, and believe me, I say case because that's what he was. His beady eyes and sweat-stained armpits painted a picture of an addict of some sort. At least that's what Bradley said after he left. The first thing Mr. Cromwell mentioned was medications to help

He caressed the surface of her right thigh, gently running butterfly kisses along her nape as he slammed into her from behind. It wasn't the first time he had fucked her, and it wouldn't be the last. He recalled how horny and wild she was in her prime, but as he moved his shaft in a circular motion, her 65-year-old cunt squeezed his manhood hungrily. He remembered how in love they'd been as youngsters, but her father made certain the love never blossomed. He arranged for her to wed another man; a man he had only seen in magazines until he rescued him from the thug who almost killed him a couple of months ago. It destroyed his heart when she left him 44 years ago. To his surprise, after the incident at the restaurant, her face was the first and only one he saw when he woke in the hospital the next morning. Apparently, seeing him bruised and beaten reignited the flame which they thought was burnt out a long time ago. They started an illicit affair a couple of weeks later. When he firs