บททั้งหมดของ The Biker's Fashion Designer : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

SERENA"Mom, do you think Lionel will be returning tonight?" I asked my mom as she slid the spatula under one of the chicken laps and turned it. My mouth watered at both the sight of the meals and the sweet smell that filled the whole kitchen. We were making buttermilk fried chicken, garlic mashed potatoes with creamy coleslaw as the main dish and gingerbread cookies as dessert. We were almost done, except for the last batch of chicken laps still frying in the skillet. It was the night of Christmas Eve, and of course my mom made sure to keep the house as festive as the season. We had several light garlands on the walls of almost every room, a huge and glowing Christmas tree in the living room, some pairs of stockings hung by the fireplace, pine scented candles on the dining table, some Christmas carols on the radio...I could go on and on with the list. It was just sad that my dad was no longer alive too celebrate with his family. He passed away three years ago. "Yeah, he will," she

SERENA"Willa, please tell me you're at home." I said, the minute she picked up."Yeah, just got back. What happened? You sound so stressed, and it's not even noon yet." Willa's calm voice sounded over the phone."Can't talk...right now," I said, my voice breaking amidst sniffles. "When I get to your house, please.""Ohh, baby. Don't cry too much, I'll be right here waiting for you."On my way to Willa's house, my mind drifted to what would be next for me. I was barely making any money from my clothes store to cater for my needs...and worse, my rent would be expiring by December, which was exactly three months from now. Today was September 1st. Gosh, I would not even be able to celebrate Christmas if I don't have a stable paying job before then. I've lived in El Cajon all my life and I knew almost every place including fashion houses and I fucking applied to every single one. If it wasn't bad luck, how could not even one single fashion house say yes to my application. My designs weren

KNOXXI stood and watched as Blade, the club's enforcer, struck a Widow's Bite prospect with a whip made of dried rose thorns. He was tied hands and legs to a pillar firmly with a long chain. The bastard was caught red-handed trying to blow up the club's garage with explosives. Widow's Bite has been Frost Vipers enemy for a long time now. 'Their cock sucking president, Rex should keep pushing me to the wall till I loose it and utterly destroy every single soul tied to that club.'"Argh!" The young boy who I was very sure was barely twenty, cried out. Rex being such a loser would use anyone to get what he wanted, even though it entailed using a little baby. Yeah, he was that brainless. "Please, just kill me already." His cloth was already soaked up in his blood."Shut up, asshole!" Blade spat, landing another lash, before turning to me. "Prez, slow or fast?" He was asking about the prospect's death."Slow." I said, firmly. I've never being a fan of killing people quickly, most espec