Novelas y relatos de Unhinged

Hunting me. NO! The denial is pure instinct, a flare of terror brighter than the Gardener’s eyes. But my consciousness… it’s fraying. Splintering like old wood under an axe. I am the cliff crumbling. I am the roots screaming as they’re ripped from bedrock. I am the distant, icy laughter vibrating up from the deepest pit within me. The Unraveler. Seizing its moment. Coordinating the assault from its cell. Its chilling amusement is a counterpoint to the Gardener’s furious screeching. Let the anchor break. Let the chaos reign. Let me out.

I know what I have to do. This time, I am ready. I am ready. The intensity of the betrayal leaves me undone, leaves me undone and unhinged, leaves me undone and unhinged and unbearably human.

It was just… empty. I was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of being misunderstood. Tired of losing. My mom knocked softly on the door again. “Mace? Do you want me to make you tea after all?” I took a shaky breath. “Maybe later.” “Okay. I’ll leave you to rest.” When she left, I finally picked up my phone again. Just to turn it off. But before I could, a notification flashed across the screen. New Headline: “Inside Macey Carter’s Meltdown—What Really Happened Outside Sterling & Co.”

“Hello, boss,” came the voice on the other end. Alex opened the door and stepped down from the car, pacing around, his finger tapping on the body of the car. “Dan, I need you to do something for me.” Alex’s voice was cold and clipped. “Listen,” he said. “I need you to investigate something immediately. I was served a spiked juice tonight at Club Unite. Annie ended up drinking it.” His tone darkened.

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

The same eyes I inherited from him. “If this is another lecture,” I said, slipping a hand into my pocket, “save it for later. I am busy at the moment.” He slid a newspaper across the desk. My face stared back at me with the bold headline.: BILLIONAIRE HEIR'S HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE MARRIED WOMAN. DOES NYC HEARTBREAKER GO AFTER MARRIED WOMEN TOO? I scoffed. What a joke. It was one meeting in a hotel lounge. As we walked out, she grabbed my arm for support. A photographer, conveniently positioned outside, captured the exact moment. One photograph was all it took to convince the whole city I had slept with the wife of our biggest business partner

LUNA Hana gave me bangs while I was still fussing over the fact that Alessandro had apparently been the one to suggest she buy me clothes. The same Alessandro who had pretended to be irritated the moment she showed up. That man was confusing as fuck. “Something big is happening,” Hana whispered. The scissors stopped for a second. Just like that, all the fun disappeared. Reality came crashing back. “Bash and Sandro are planning to send us away. Not that I’m leaving Bash alone when a war is coming, but…”

Love pushes us beyond the boundaries. The Harbinger of Doom was a scary force and when he fought, there was no iota of fear. I felt helpless. There is no way I'd be able to control such a being. He was darkness personified, a being of pure darkness. He fought with the strength of all the hosts of hell combined. He had this dormant fire in his eyes, as though he was bored. I could feel his emotions and it was void. He was unfazed by everything. An unchained God of demons, an unstoppable force. I couldn't wrest control no matter how hard I tried. I was handicapped. He was so powerful, I was as insignificant as a bug.

I spat angrily then walked to my vanity mirror to check myself. "Well, I just heard from auntie that uncle cut your cards yesterday. I just think you'll need it," she stated that made my jaw dropped. "What ?!" I hysterically and sat on my bed. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. Auntie just called me this morning to say don't lend you a money. So? Will you do me a favor?" she asked as if what happened is not a big deal for me. I slapped my forehead and exhaled.

I told her to take down that project and all my upcoming shows because I won't be aborting my baby, especially now that his/her father and I are engaged. So now I am here in Hope's condo, hiding first while waiting for the next step that Primo will take. Because he said, I'll just stay still and he'll just fix something. And after that I'll just wake up and we're both on the same roof. And I can't go home to my condo, because a lot of people, especially media people, are waiting for me there, and I'm also hiding from my psychotic mom. I know she's also in search of me.