Irene Aphmau Novels & Stories

Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:53 The predominant sound in the room is that of Karen breathing. The events in Haunt 9 are now over, but she is unaware of the outcome for now. She is reading a report and is not very happy with the contents. After a few moments she looks up at the woman in front of her. “So you thought it was prudent to cancel the whole operation because of this… mistake?” “That wasn’t my decision”, Ingrid answers, trying to keep cool in front of her boss. “When we informed the other groups of what had happened they backed off.”

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

Instead, she helps people. Despite her young age, Eries is an accomplished businesswoman. Ameira didn't know it at first. It was October 26, 2006. Eries was created as she had been invited by the Chairman to celebrate her birthday. Maybe her parents run a business, which made the Chairman see Eries' potential. Her mother and father are skilled in business, they never neglected it. She doesn't know when she started having this illness either. One day she discovered she had already killed someone with her bare hands.

“Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?” “Yes.” “I can talk to her?” “Yes.” “About everything?” “Yes.” “She’ll think I am insane.” “Well.” “No, just stop. Fine I’ll go talk to her.” I say as he pushes me towards Mary, who was standing there elegantly, looking like the most confident and beautiful woman in the world. “Hello Ma’am.” I say as my eyes widen when I bump into her, not knowing how to approach a woman that honestly scared me. Her husband was very calm and nice, but she is scary.

Teresa shook her head vigorously with a terrified look in her eyes and screamed, "Amaria No!!" As it charged towards Amaria, the Chimera jumped down from above and shrieked loudly.

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

I got off and went to the kitchen. I need to cool down. That woman's behavior is heating up my head. Maeji is her name. She was the leader of the two, you thought they were strong and I only got sick because of the rain not because of his slap so weak. In the evening, Nica entered my room with her two friends, Shanley and Laira. "Please Sis Mary join us! It could be more fun!" Shanley even applauded. I just laughed at the way they looked.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

I stopped her. She looked at my eyes intently then, later on, she heaved a sigh. Now, she got a hint of what is currently happening to me. "How's Angela?" I asked again just to leave the previous topic. "She's out of danger now but...she doesn't talk. She's just staring blankly in the air. I talked to her many times but it seems she can't recognize me. The doctor said it is possible she got traumatized due to what happened," Bel uttered with sadness.