1984 Novels & Stories

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Not finished with one problem, another one arises. When Aini and Dave arrived at the office lobby, Aini found her cell phone ringing. an incoming W******p message from an unknown number. Aini checked after getting in the elevator that would take them to Dave's room. 082xxxxxxxxx : Good morning, Aini. I want to talk to you. Can we meet at cafe xxxx this afternoon? Please don't tell Dave. Marissa Aini jumped to read the W******p message. He didn't expect Marissa to ask him to meet. What does the girl want to talk about?

Armani thought. Zaylee woke up and began to look for her way around the house. But later on got hold of a suitcase, she opened it but found nothing in it. She closed it and was to put it away when she saw something inscribed at the side of it. It read: Too late Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds" She blinked repeatedly dropping the suitcase where she found it. Luckily she found her way back into the house but what she saw kept flashing in her mind. She laid on her bed.

It was sunday, no hurry to get up early morning. Parth woke up at 8 o'clock. " Today, i have to go sport complex for basketball practice. " he thought but before brushing his teeth, he went in the balcony. " Hi Parth! Good morning." Isla waved her hand and almost shouted from her compound. " Good morning. " Parth replied and smiled. He looked around the compound to see Ryan's car. It was deep black Mercedes in which he used to go for the basketball practice. Parth had not seen him going college yet. It's because he used to go school earlier than Ryan.

I checked all of my weapons, making sure they're in place. I scan the tunnel once again. Still no one here. *** 11.59 My hands starting to sweat, my senses heightened to the point where I can even hear a mouse moving at the end of the tunnel. The glow stick is starting to lose its glow. I checked my watch again for the hundredth time in the last minute. *** 00.00 "Hello, sister." ***

I throw the chair towards the window-smashing both the window and the chair. She doesn’t want me. I should’ve known that this was some twisted game that the Goddess is making me play. I am not good enough to have a second mate. She probably knows of everything I have done and she hates me. I sit on the floor looking out of the window and my mind flys to eleven years ago. Eleven years ago *FLASHBACK*

“Perhaps, I made exceptions for you Rahul.” His eyes sunk in horror. “I've never killed that slowly before. You broke the record.” “But let me make this clear to you,” I told him. “Antonio. Doesn't. Fuck. With. Time.” “You have ten seconds.” I started to count. “You know,” Lisa started. 10 “You better agree.” 9 “He is going to shoot you anyway.” 8 “But your wife might survive.” 7 “Might?” his voice broke. 6 “He could get the password you know.”

"Feel the light. Shining in the dark of night. Remember what we forgot, I know it's a long shot, but we're bringing it all back." --- Jenifer Lopez ●●● "VICTORIA? WE are here." Someone shakes me. "Wake up." "5 more minutes, mom," I mumble. "Victoria, you got to wake up." Someone shakes me again. "Please." I open one eye to see a bright light. "Too bright."

The safe distance between us vanished in an instant, and the faint scent of her perfume surrounded me. My breathing nearly stopped. As our eyes met, the fragile tension that had existed between us for years finally lay exposed. "Nathan, it's been four years. Don't you think it's time you gave me an answer?" I tried to push her away, but Fiona didn't move an inch. "Move back first." She pressed her lips together. "You're going to tell me 'next time' again, aren't you?" My face grew hot. Looking at her, it felt as though all the courage I'd been holding back suddenly burst free. I leaned forward and kissed her.

Elena's POV "My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper. The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body. I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'