She was smiling, while watching the TV. I could see her clearly from where I was crouching. I checked the time yet again. 9:00pm. Subconsciously humming and tapping my fingers on the rail, I stared on. Soon, the lights would go off, and it'd be time… I took a last moment's glance at my black bag, and chuckled lightly. I had been watching her for days. From her errands to the departmental stores, and her activities in her little home. All of them. I had memorized her schedule infact. It was a Friday. The only day she stayed up late at night watching her favorite show on TV. Smiling again, I continued humming, while counting down inwardly. One…Two…Three. In a snap, the lights went off, and I dived. The door pushed open without any difficulty. Studying the house layout beforehand proved handy, as I found a corner from where I could watch her obscurely. It took a few minutes, to get over to where she was seated, and I placed my hand over her mouth. I sensed the fear that enveloped he
This is so good,” the matriarch of the Parkers' family said, twirling around and looking at her reflection in the large living room mirror.I held my breath, as she continued.“So good,” she twirled herself once more, and turned to me. “Your designs are so good.” She paused. “Why don't you take on the Grand Dame project?”A smile finally blossomed on my face, and I nodded fervently. “Of course, Cecelia. I'll be so honored.” I'd been praying for this.I shook her hand. “Good. My secretary will send the contract, and details to your email, later.” She said, holding onto my hand longer than expected.She squinted her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel queasy.“Anything wrong, Cecelia?” I asked, hesitantly.“You didn't wear your wedding ring, today?” Taken aback by her question rather than the abruptness, my smile froze.“Pardon? I'm-” “To handle the Grand Dame project, you have to be married. Aren't you aware?” Her perfect brows arched.My heart dropped, as I struggled to form a coher
This is so good,” the matriarch of the Parkers' family said, twirling around and looking at her reflection in the large living room mirror.I held my breath, as she continued.“So good,” she twirled herself once more, and turned to me. “Your designs are so good.” She paused. “Why don't you take on the Grand Dame project?”A smile finally blossomed on my face, and I nodded fervently. “Of course, Cecelia. I'll be so honored.” I'd been praying for this.I shook her hand. “Good. My secretary will send the contract, and details to your email, later.” She said, holding onto my hand longer than expected.She squinted her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel queasy.“Anything wrong, Cecelia?” I asked, hesitantly.“You didn't wear your wedding ring, today?” Taken aback by her question rather than the abruptness, my smile froze.“Pardon? I'm-” “To handle the Grand Dame project, you have to be married. Aren't you aware?” Her perfect brows arched.My heart dropped, as I struggled to form a coher
“My dear Kay is from a prestigious family, no need for interrogation, Father.” Zayn's voice had never sounded better than that moment.I briefly closed my eyes, and opened them again, with a bright smile. I could feel his father's hard stare on me, as I took a bite of the delicious raisins. These people were heavy on eating fruits.For a moment, I thought his father would press on with the interrogation. After all, he was the father, and wielded more power than Zayn.But then, he heaved a sigh and continued eating.We'd barely finished eating, when Humairah dragged me away to her room. “To have some girly discussion,” She said with a giggle, as she pulled me away.I threw a helpless look at Zayn as we went out of the hall. But I retracted my gaze, when I saw the hard look on his face. I didn't need a translator to understand what he meant.‘Don't do anything stupid.’ Obviously, Zayn's parents had a private sector of the mansion, where they usually stayed, whenever they visited. If I
The change was so abrupt that my brain struggled to catch up. Heat pooled between my legs, and I couldn't help but shudder at his intense gaze at me.I hugged myself, and made to get out of the tub. Coming here was a mistake.Or was it? “I'll be in my room.” I managed to whisper, despite my messy mind.I barely made it out, before his gruff voice stopped me. “Did I say you could leave?” His voice was husky, but betraying no emotions.My heart raced furiously, and I slowly turned to face him. His eyes were dark and piercing that my legs almost gave way. I struggled to find the perfect response. We'd been kissing, and he pushed me away. Did he expect me to stay?The thought had barely formed, when a bittersweet taste filled my mouth. I'd kissed my abductor. My enemy. And I let him-“I thought you wanted me to.” I finally said, when he continued staring at me without a word.He curved his index finger, and gestured at me. “Come here.” He said.My legs didn't move. I wanted to get away
I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding, as I watched their limousine drive off. The past few weeks had taken its toll on me.I'd been afraid to even breathe normally, for fear that Zayn's parents might catch on to the lie.After days of wining and dining with Humairah, they were finally leaving. They'd gotten an emergency call earlier this morning, and had made preparations for a last minute flight. Mental note to self- Make lots of money to buy a private jet in your next life.At the present, I tried to ignore the throbbing in my core, as Zayn brushed past me. We hadn't seen much of each other for the past few days.“You look tired.” I said after some hesitation. I didn't know why I said that. Why the tired look on his face bothered me.Maybe I was slowly turning into a masochist. That explained why I was concerned about my own abductor.A brief look of surprise crossed his face, as he turned to look at me. My heart stopped beating for a moment. He was wearing his signa
Just any way that I could get my hands on any sleeping draught. I kept scribbling until an idea came to mind. I frowned as I thought it was an overkill? I dropped the ink quilt and I frowned as I imagined the stress, plus the issue of getting caught... I had an idea to contact Queen Mirabella herself. She was the queen of Weasels; the Vampire kingdom, and was also the Source's Controller. We’d fought together in the past to destroy the Lumi and King Zeke's evil great grandfather who'd been terrorizing the Dark Realm.While I couldn't say she was my best friend, we were close enough for me to request such a favor. Now, the issue was how to sneak a message out of the Academy without anyone knowing. Our phones had been confiscated.I reached for a fresh batch of paper and wrote down my introduction, and my pleas. I wanted to write down my name too, but I thought against it. I wanted to remain anonymous. And if I would write a name, I would make up one for the sake of posterity. I
I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding, as I watched their limousine drive off. The past few weeks had taken its toll on me.I'd been afraid to even breathe normally, for fear that Zayn's parents might catch on to the lie.After days of wining and dining with Humairah, they were finally leaving. They'd gotten an emergency call earlier this morning, and had made preparations for a last minute flight. Mental note to self- Make lots of money to buy a private jet in your next life.At the present, I tried to ignore the throbbing in my core, as Zayn brushed past me. We hadn't seen much of each other for the past few days.“You look tired.” I said after some hesitation. I didn't know why I said that. Why the tired look on his face bothered me.Maybe I was slowly turning into a masochist. That explained why I was concerned about my own abductor.A brief look of surprise crossed his face, as he turned to look at me. My heart stopped beating for a moment. He was wearing his signa