Larissa's viewpoint"Morning, love of my life!" I snorted at Tristan's greeting. Yeah right, he can't fool me. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his cheek on my back. For a thirteen-year-old, he sure is short."I hope you enjoyed the new car smell," Tristan slept in my car last night. He wouldn't step out after I drove it in and since I was still having a mental seizure from what happened at Zayne's, I didn't have the energy to deal with him. Dad was already asleep when I returned—thank God."You're driving me to school, right?""Sure, I'll drop you off. Starliss is coming over to drop my things. She couldn't stop by yesterday. She'll be coming with Odette. Don't be mean to her, she's going through a lot," I didn't have to warn him. Tristan isn't stupid. I tapped his hand, quietly telling him to let me go. Tristan obediently slipped away, mostly because his sandwiches were ready. He took the large plates containing them and headed to the breakfast table.I dishe

Zayne's viewpointI poured my focus into the sketch of Larissa I was working on. A sudden idea hit me to use Serenity, Larissa, and Starliss for fairytale art. I wasn't sure if it would turn out well but the idea was storming in my brain. I envisioned Larissa as a fairy. Larissa looks nothing like a fairy so that was the idea. How to turn her into a fairy, an angel, or a mermaid.It was just for fun and distraction.Larissa's finger brushed against my bottom lip, causing a familiar current to travel south. I ignored it and opened my mouth wider. She shoved the fork full of spaghetti into my mouth. For the past few days, she made it her obligation to pack lunch for me and force the food or foods down my throat. She also used me to test the sugary combos she made for dessert, no matter what."Drink," she instructed, pushing the straw against my lips. I slurped a bit of the blue lemonade she made. The first one she made tasted like ink but the second was just right."So you're not coming

Larissa's viewpoint"You!!!" I looked up at the girl, one of Begonia's minions. What's her name? Emma or Emily. I think. "You ruined everything! It's your fault!" She screamed hysterically, making her voluminous ponytail swish. "If you had just left Begonia's boyfriend alone, she wouldn't have been sad or depressed! She wouldn't have yelled at me!" Okay, what's going on here? I looked around, just trying to get a reality check. So it's not a dream."I hate you! I hate you!" Tears furiously poured down her face. She looked like someone whose fiancé was taken away from her a day before their wedding or on their wedding day. "I hate you so much! Bell threw me away because of you!"I slowly stood up, just as another of the minions rushed inside. "Ella, stop this nonsense right now! You're disgracing Begonia!" She hollered angrily. "Begonia warned us not to act on our own but you did, and failed on top of it!" Yeah, is this some kind of twisted soap opera or upside-down Chinese drama? I co

Larissa's viewpointHmm. I think I dug a grave for myself. Not only did I dig my own grave, I built a tombstone, went into the ground, and neatly laid my hands on my chest. All that remains is for Zayne to pour in the sand.I know I said that nonchalantly but as Zayne hastily pulled me to my car, nervousness and embarrassment pushed through my unflappability and a bit of fear dwelled in. The determination on Zayne's face is the same he puts up when he sees something considered impossible or difficult to achieve and plans to go unrest until he does otherwise. In other words, backing out isn't an option.Wait, didn't he say I can ask him anything I want?"Um, Zayne, wait a minute," he turned his head and looked at me and the moment his eyes fell on me, a bastard breeze blew against his face, sweeping his hair aside and establishing an allure that could not be resisted. That charm coupled with the unyielding lust in his eyes made me keep my mouth shut."Yes?" He asked after a minute of i

Larissa's viewpointAh. I'm dead. My God will punish Zayne.I limped into the house after he dropped me off and took my car to get it washed. He first took me to his penthouse to change clothes but he couldn't get me new legs and waist. My pussy is ruined. The bastard took me again in the shower after making me pass out twice in the car.I am finished.I froze when I saw Tristan sitting on the couch, the TV remote in his hand. A girl sat beside him and they both looked at me puzzledly. "Sis, are you alright? I didn't hear your car drive in," oh God, not him.I smiled nervously. "Zayne dropped me off and took my car for a wash,""You're coming back at this time? And why are you limping?" He furrowed his brows suspiciously. I quickly cooked up a lie, forgetting that with Tristan, I could never succeed."I slipped when I was trying to murder someone who threw a ball at me,""The smell of your lie is disgusting. Talk or I rat you out to Dad," I grumbled but a giggle made me stop. It was t