Not your doormat anymore Novels & Stories

A room not too big but not too small, bigger than the room in her old house, quite comfortable and there was a lock on the door, she could maintain her privacy without them knowing. This house was much safer than her own, but she never wanted to live like this, she just wanted to be free and enjoy her remaining days to have fun, forgetting what was going on in her life. She doesn't even think about love, for her love is bullshit. SHe was even disgusted with herself, so she wouldn't let anyone else taste her again. She just wants to be alone.

She said, averting our eyes to the caption written in bold lettering. 'MOORE GROUP IN DEBT TO LOAN SHARKS' I clicked my tongue at the provocative arrangement of letters, Ralph was enraged at the slander and wanted to rip out the throat of the fucker who dared to do this. They were going to pay with their life for daring to drag my family's name into the mud.

I get a mind link from Emma where she tells me they are ready to go. "the others are ready!" I say and take the last of my sandwich in a rush before drinking my coffee, placing it down on the table I give Mateo the last piece of the sandwich before wiping his mouth clean. "I'm ready to go!" Kian says when I head over with our plates and cups to the sink. "I'm done!" I say and take Mateo in my arms and wait for him to walk over to where we are, I could easily portal us over there but today they have decided we should go by car instead I guess they have a lot to shop!

"I...feel great, mother! Haha…! How did you do it, mother? I feel way better than before!" "Don't worry my dear. I will teach you everything!" "Thank you mother!" "Mhm!" ****** Knock! Knock! Knock! "Who is there?" "It's me, miss" "Who? That voice! Oh, my!" "What do you mean "who is there?!" Is that what you expect to hear? Maybe one of the maids is here for you?! Will you open the door right now?!" "Sir Cho?" "Open, damn it! it's me!"

Don said, his tone shifting slightly, a sudden flicker of unease finally breaking through his arrogant facade as he realized she wasn't backing down, she wasn't crying, she wasn't screaming, and she wasn't asking for his validation. "We don't have to talk anymore, Don," she replied, zipping up her canvas tote bag with a crisp, definitive slide of the metal zipper. "I've already packed my clothes from the apartment this morning while you were in your first surgery, my dad is picking up the rest of my storage boxes later today, we are completely done."

Not tonight. Not anymore.

Not now. Not like this.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

With the ongoing ordeal and scandal about their daughter, every stranger and visitor at the door of their home, makes them feel uneasy and gives them goosebumps. “Hello,my name is Larry Freeman” Mr Larry introduced himself but the woman seemed not to hear him at all. She was just staring at him like someone who is lost. “What do you want?” Maria blurted. Who is he and what does he want? She knew he said something just now, what did he say? Larry Freeman sighed softly, hadn't he come at the wrong time?

“You can come in.” And I did.