Everything is in a slow motion. Seeing a faint ray of light above her. She felt her body drifting from the surface and falls deeper into the ocean. She tried to swim into the upwards but to no avail her body just keeps getting heavier-it gets harder to breathe each passing second. Her legs are cramped. She can barely manage a decent flutter kick.
"Here put them on." The lookout gave both of them white robes and towels to dry themselves.
Quinn pushes down one button and the glass window compartment of the limousine automatically slides through the side. "Where are we heading Sir?"
As he was gasping for air fighting for his dear life, Trey's image dripping in blood came rushing to her head. The day she shot him. Thinking that it would make his father surrender but he didn't. Instead he left him and escaped. His own blood and flesh was abandoned for his own survival. Not that he really cared about his son in the first place. To him he was nothing but a dispensable tool he can discard any moment. It’s his selfishness that killed him. Even though Ace pulled the trigger Raymund was the one who called the shots. His enemies crawling to whichever corn
She met this boy. Middle-part bowl cut hair in chesnut brown. Thick rimmed glasses framed his face. He wore this teal aztec-print sweatshirt over grey jogger pants and for his soles - a pair of black leather sneakers.
"Ace come over you need to see this." Ed called her out like she's some kind of pet. She leaned her arms on his head and lies on it while watching Nyle Rivers unravel her so-called cheap trick on the laptop screen.
"The coffee they serve here is kinda off, why don't we have it somewhere else?"
A girl is lying on her desk. Her back is barely moving. She seemed lifeless due to her steady but subtle breathing. That is the most quiet place around that battlefield-
Ace doesn't know how to cook, too lazy at home too. Barely even knows any chores. Her favorite game is a cooking game because it's the only way she can cook without turning it into a disaster. Besides, she could do it for hours and never get sick of it. Even her brothers were surprised to see her playing something lame. Though both received an equal smack in the head when they said that to her. She also said that shooting games are a bore to her since it’s nothing different from what she does at work. Even boosting the good points of the game as well. That the nick of