บททั้งหมดของ Serpentine Desires : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Though there were moments I doubted him, there were those small moments too where I hated myself for doubting him. His gaze was often distant, like a foggy horizon. He needed assistance, always relying on his cane, a serpent's tongue feeling the way. He was a riddle wrapped in sins, a silent predator. I knew because there was no way he was a saint.I read in an article about him that he was not born blind but was met with an accident. There were few details about the incident, only a few loose ends, which fuelled my curiosity. What could have been so powerful to change a man like Judas Romanovski into this?He wasn't any less powerful, of course. He was a billionaire, a titan of industry. His mansion, gilded in gold and opulence, was evidence of his wealth and influence.There were some things I had naturally come to notice about him. The teasing smirk that never left his mouth. The dangerous glint in his eyes, even though his gaze appeared distant. His aura forced me to submit and bo

Since childhood, understanding emotions had always been a hassle for me. It wasn't that I was indifferent; I simply struggled to grasp why they felt the way they did.When my father died tragically, I watched my mother cry herself to sleep night after night. I would kneel beside her door, bothered and confused by her tears and wondering why she couldn't move on. I felt the loss too, but I believed that if we stayed mired in our grief, we'd be stuck there forever.I became her anchor in those dark times. She called me her angel, the one who guided her through the darkness. Yet, in truth, I merely encouraged her to keep going, to not let the grief consume us. I didn't understand her pain fully, but I knew we couldn't let it define our lives. In the end, it wasn't about dismissing our loss but about finding the strength to live beyond it.The complexity of the human brain was beyond my grasp, but he—there was not a single nerve or bone in him that I could relate to or understand. One min

"Ms. Rosewood..." Kyle's voice was like a distant echo as I stumbled down the stairs.I shook my head, refusing to cry. I shouldn't cry. Why should I cry? It wasn't my fault for being born as the eldest daughter. It wasn't my fault for coming here. It wasn't my fault to be so desperate to take the job. I just... I just wanted to earn some money."Just... leave me be. I can... find my way back," I muttered, tumbling towards the exit and harshly wiping my cheeks. Stop crying for hell's sake, Sera! A hand reached for me and I quickly slapped it away glaring at him. This time, I lost the battle with my tears, they didn't understand me, and without me knowing, they rolled down my cheeks."I don't need your pity! Just... I just..." My heart felt like a fragile glass, shattered into a thousand pieces and each damn piece was piercing through me. I have never felt so angry and humiliated like this in my whole life. Not when people treated me like a plague, or an outcast, not even when I emba

“Forgive me, Father... for I have sinned.”The soft flesh under my fingers was delightfully squishy sinking as my thumb pressed deeper and the screams grew louder.Ah, the screams.They usually whined in pain, but as much as I enjoyed their cries... lately... my preferences had become more specific, more... exquisite.I ached to hear these desperate pleas from the lips I had been fantasizing about, not from the worthless man beneath me. My ears craved a different melody. Something more feminine. From a certain brunette.It had become a bad habit of mine.Fantasising about her.And she was the reason I was visiting this damn place after a long time people refer to it as the house of God, but I wasn't there to present my meagre truths, nurtured by the illusion that occasional good deeds would earn a place with the Creator.No, that would mean I was just like them.I was in this damned place, and for some reason, I found my fingers itching to slice certain man's throat just as voices whi

I learned a thing or two today.I didn’t like these events. Not the people. Not the loud voices. And definitely not that motherfucker.And it was truly a strenuous task to not jump down the fucking stage, and slit his throat right then and there before cutting off his finger he was touching my little bird with. The rage boiled within me and I hated this new feeling.It was concerning I wanted to already see blood when I just caused mayhem two hours ago.Patience, I told myself. It would be so easy, so gratifying to end him now, but no. Not here. Not in front of all these eyes. There was a time and place for everything, and his time was coming. Soon."You’re glaring," I heard Kyle mutter, and I tore my gaze from the crowd where my little bird was. She thought she’d blend in with all these useless humans, and I wouldn’t notice her. I could see her in the back, trying to hide behind the mundane faces, but she stood out to me like a beacon.There was no way she didn’t know I’d be here. Wa