Novel & Cerita The Safety's Sideline Obsession

I was no longer crying myself to sleep every fucking night. I felt renewed like a baby. Was it because of.... I didn't give myself the chance to answer that bedevilling question as I quickly occupied my mind with satisfying my insatiable hunger at the moment. I happily walked downstairs like a dog with two tails. Leonardo sat on one of the sofa's, his eyes glued to the large tv screen. An investigative murder documentary was displayed on the screen. I huffed slightly. I am not surprised truly. The killer watches how to get away with murder.

"I didn't have an appointment.” “The atmosphere looked very romantic so let's call things by their names.” “Don't say stupid things, his sister was with us.” "She must be very interested in matching them up," he scoffed. “What do you have against him?” “In case you don't remember, you are being stalked by a maniac who is loose somewhere and you have no idea who he is. It could be your little doctor, you shouldn't trust him so much.” “We just went to a safe place where there were a lot of people, nothing bad could happen to me. I cannot go through life distrusting everyone, I want to feel that I have a normal life even if it is only for a moment.”

“That’s a responsible stance, Coach. We’ll be monitoring the situation closely. One more credible complaint, and this review will escalate. Understood?” “Understood,” I replied firmly. Mr. Comb wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “With all due respect, Ms. Vargas, Reynold is our star player. His parents have been very generous. We can’t afford to lose him mid-season.” “That’s exactly the problem,” she replied coldly. “This program has prioritized winning and money over safety. Coach Thorne, you are under formal review. One more scandal connected to this program, specifically regarding Reynold Mills, and you will be suspended for the remainder of the season. Possibly longer.”

The wall collapsed with him. The second tried to attack from behind. But Gabriel caught his arm before he could reach him. A sharp cracking sound echoed through the alley. A short scream. Then silence. The rest paused for a second. A mistake. Gabriel moved instantly. He disappeared from his spot for only a brief moment. Then appeared in the middle of them. One strike. Then another. One man fell headless. The second slammed into the ground before he even realized what happened. The third tried to flee.

I remained defiant, despite the fear setting in. I stood my ground even though I knew everything could go sideways here. Sasha’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got some confidence for someone who…” her lips curled slightly, “...looks like that in a bodycon dress.” The words hit, really hard, like they were meant to. For a split second, everything went quiet in my head. The music faded, the chatters disappeared…It was just me… and that familiar sting. The same one I had experienced for far too long.

His mind replayed the scene from last night over and over, Marcus’s smirk at the company party, the ring gleaming like a shackle, Evan’s voice whispering Say yes. The thought clawed at him: This is a cycle. It will always be a cycle. He pulled his knees to his chest, pressing his face into them. And then—gentle warmth. Evan’s hand brushed over his hair, slow, tender. Adrian stiffened, but Evan only settled beside him, tugging him carefully into his side. “You’re safe,” Evan murmured. “That’s all that matters.” Adrian’s throat tightened until he could barely breathe. Because safety shouldn’t feel like a cage.

I have had my eyes on this girl for some months now and it was satisfying to find out that her last relationship with the dickhead she called a man had ended. I wanted her and I was going to do anything to get her but I wasn't going to let her know that or anyone else. If people knew she was someone who I cared for, she wouldn't be safe and bringing her into any form of danger is not something that sits right with me. I sat in the broken hill, a little club where the gang gathered. It was cool Friday afternoon, the guys played different games or should I say gamble. Others were boxing and they were girls littered around, looking desperate for attention from any of them.

Author's pov Xavier walked towards Sarah. "Baby you don't have to worry about him... I'll bring him back safely..." He assured. Sarah scoffed. "You think I am worried because Damian kidnapped him... Damian is not my enemy, he will never hurt my child. He has helped me in toughest phase of my life... If Skyler is with him then he is safe. Safer than he was with you..." Xavier looked at her in disbelief. "You trust Damian more than me?..."

Tears were slipping down their eyes. The whole study has turned upside down. The glass table, smashed and broken. Books from the bookshelf were torned and rested on the floor. The glass pieces of vase were scattered. The place depicted of an utter apocalypse. And among all these broken and torned things, there lied a safe in the middle of the room. Bullets pierced through it and was now tattered and battered. Sat there on the sofa were three siblings, with nothing but tearful eyes.