Hedley is still feeling the pain of his unrequited love and his brother's teasing. He decided to take a short vacation. But before the he paid a visit to their mom's grave first.
"How are you doing there Mom? I hope you can no longer feel the pain that dad has given you when you were alive. Me it's nothing new I'm still a martyr. It's been so long since I came to visit. I wasn't even able to tell you that Quinn came back from the dead. Though I think you already knew."
He sat by the grass as he occasionally stared at her gravestone. He can still vividly remember her as if it was just yesterday. Her room smelled with a mixture of inks and flowers and newly published books. He would also sneak in from time to time in her mini-library at home to read her works. The main reason why he developed early. How he knew their dad was cheating on her so many times that he lost count.
"I dreamed about our family last night. I instantly kne
Hailey was still in a daze as she wobbles trying to stand up and falls over anyway. She hears Quinn screaming as he tried to push her down to stay seated."Calm your pussy Queenie. How many times to I have to tell you I'm fine.""How can I calm down when that woman is on her way here because you made mess in my club. This club is worth more than millions. I had to enslave myself under her command for so many years just to make up for this fine spot."She just rolled her eyes and went back to sleep as if he was nothing to her. Quinn shakes her but it was a futile effort since she was already snoring."What is this Quinn? How did Hailey get in here? Do you want to get busted and hug a jail cell instead of your women lap dohs juat foe a minor? A fucking minor which he can discipline any moment as expected of you because you were older." Alexis was fuming with anger as he saw him still shaking Hailey who hav
"Excuse me Mr. Blaine but this was delivered for you this morning."A tawny guy with dreadlocks handed him a sealed black portfolio. He flipped it back to check for any address or information but there's none- just his name pasted on it in silver ink. Unwinding the wire sealing the portfolio, he took out a flash drive and a note.'Twenty five years and you never changed. Still cunning as always, burying your lies under the rag. Dead men tell no tales is it? What if one of corpses you got rid of, rise from the grave and hunt you down? Come to the old apartment, you fairly remember it do you? 'Cause I do. Just incase you forget I'll have your memories refreshed.'Cole noticed his hands were sweating hard, he never felt so threatened in ages. After reading that note, he then shifted his gaze to the silver flashdrive on his palm with a label 'open me' and a skull symbol after that.
She shut the blinds, untied her robe where she had nothing underneath and made her way to the bathtub. Smelling the honeysuckle and its almost thick sort of scent, but fruity and warm hints of honey and ripe citrus relaxes the soul. It's like she could stay like that forever but can't afford that luxury. Submerging into the water together with her in-depth thoughts. Half an hour had passed, on her way out of the tub she heard the door knob clicking. By that instinct she took out Des-- her stunning, black finish Desert Eagle Scope.
If you want something, you have to put effort to it. Actually I have a better way to settle things and I do believe that 'a little lie won' hurt'. Growing up aside from my gun and bullets, LYING became my best friend. Oh c'mon don't deny yourself the benefits. Way back in high school, all girls were so pumped up to become the class rep for the upcoming promenade. What I did was the most clever thing, I got to be the class rep and guess what the PROM QUEEN myself .Wondering how I got the post?
Loss, failure, despair, anxiety and grief all have different amounts of pain to tell. Some say it out loud while others writhe silently in pain. There's only one reason behind this, the most talked about affection in town LOVE. Disgusting right? How many times has it brought chaos to the world? The sole reason for war, treachery and vengeance. Well it does have its good points, like you could loathe the person you never thought you could hate in your life. Stand against your weakness and succeed. Feel nothing but motivation tow
She felt her jaw almost break after that last blow--- even spitted blood as her lips were cut open. Counter punches were quite her skill but never anticipated the curl up she's gonna get when he kneed her abdomen. It felt like her innards had scrambled into places they shouldn't have gone. It is a rare case for her to get beat up like that. Not if the one she fights is a pro. Even some of his fighting styles were familiar. Her muscle memory tells her so.
The steam coming from a cup of black coffee is enough to tell you how it tastes the moment it is captured for a magazine page. A hundred-year-old mansion is preserved for the sake of history. The pattern of glass windows on a skyscraper. Messy lines assemble a figure. Art is due to those who appreciate it. It is a special way of giving life to things such as passion for something. The same way I kill for a living. You just can’t do a thing without reason. Although some do it out of insanity. Some just to feel alive again. But I’m different, I do this job to earn the trust of my clients. I might n
Every move, object, person, intention is part of a hilarious puzzle. Slightest decisions can affect the whole game. Winning will always be the best option and getting stuck in it, is your worse. But life doesn't come with a handy recipe to follow. For starters it's either you get the wrong move and realize how to make it work in your advantage. Power ups are hardly recognized, life itself is untrusting.