Elena's POV:Brandon entered and looked at us with a frown."I found her in the washroom then we came here to find you," Madeline said to Brandon.I silently thanked her for explaining my bedraggled look in his best friend hospital room."H-Hi, Brandon" I squeaked.He walked to me then hugged me without giving me any warnings.For a few minutes, we stay silent in each other's arms. I let him hold me knowing how much he hates hospitals and how difficult it was for him to step in here for me and Jake."I hate you stupid sister" He mumbled in my ear and I laughed.He let go of me and glared at me while I laughed harder."You and hate? Pufft" I said with the dismissing wave of my hand."I hate you for scaring the shit out me." He said looking really upset.But the love and satisfaction he had on his face showed me how relieved he was to see me okay."I'm sorry, Brandon. I'm so sorry for everything." I said preventing the tears from falling from my eyes.I knew that I wasn't saying sorry
On Elena's fourth birthday, her dad gave her a beautiful dollhouse with a new gorgeous doll in it. She instantly fell in love with the doll, looking at it with love and analyzing it. The doll house had a living room, bedroom, kitchen, and a small balcony with a lot of furniture. She named her new doll princess, just like her dad calls her princess. She was delighted to receive such a precious gift from her lovely dad. She settled the princess in her room, admiring the dollhouse again. Suddenly, she noticed that the princess looked alone in the house. Her tiny mind started to ask questions about her loneliness. Elena never liked being alone; she always loved her family and the time she spent together with her family. She was never a shy girl. Elena always loved being in the spotlight with people around her. She loved spending time with her family and her twin brother Eric. He was her best friend, and Elena liked to play games with him and pulled silly pranks with him on her parents a
Elena’s POV: I took the glass of champagne and made my way toward the man who had emptied every bottle of alcohol available in the bar. “Hi,” I said, leaning on my arms on the counter, assessing him from head to toe. “Hi, princess,” Jake replied, still busy drinking. His husky voice made me shiver, and I tightened my hand around the glass. I did not know why but I had always loved it when he called me princess. My eyes searched his face to find traces of the Jake I knew. The boy I played with and saw him sleeping on our couch thousands of times. The one who used to make me laugh with his silly jokes and pulled pranks on every single person in the neighborhood. I recalled inquiring him once why he liked to make people laugh, and he responded. "It’s better to make people laugh than make them cry." The man standing beside me was nothing like the Jake Carter I had a crush on. This man looked hollow from the inside, hopeless and helpless. However, his handsome face has lost some y
Elena’s POV: His coat was on the floor with his tie. His shirt was on the chair, and his pants were on the floor at the end of the bed. There was an empty bottle of wine on the nightstand and the night lamp was still on. The curtains were open, and sunlight was falling into the room. My eyes landed on the bed, where Jake was sleeping on his stomach. His glorious back was in my view. My mouth waters at the sight of his smooth skin. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers on his naked back and feel his soft skin under my fingertips. "What are you doing, Elena?" My mind asked. "Staring at my crush," I responded in awe. "You are staring at a naked man in his sleep. You creep!" My mind snapped at me, making me nervous. Without thinking much, I picked up his coat; tie, and pants, then put them on the chair while my gaze again went to him. He looked like an angel, the sunlight was falling on his bare back, and I could see it glowing. His legs were covered with a white comforter,
Elena’s POV: He was frozen while my mouth was moving slowly against his mouth. I took my time nibbling and feeling his soft lips. The feeling of his lips was better than what I perceived in my dreams thousands of times. “He is the one.” My heart yelled at me. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my waist, and I was sure he would push me away, but instead, he pulled me closer to his body. Then his lips started to move slowly, touching me gently like I would break if he put a little pressure. I teased his mouth, wanting it open and allow me to explore his every velvety nook. He opened his mouth allowing my tongue to plunge inside his mouth, battling for the dominance.My world exploded with happiness when I realized he was kissing me back, and his tongue was playing with me. Unfortunately, the pleasure didn’t last long because he pulled away from me as fast as he gave me the taste of heaven. I gazed at his swollen lips with my hazy eyes. “You wouldn’t have done this if you were not dreamin
Elena's POV: "Maybe I imagined it?" I said to myself. Then an idea popped into my head. I knew it was wrong, but it was the only way to find out what was going on in his head. I stepped closer to Sam and put my hand on his shoulder. I whispered in his ear. “Don't tell my brother that I said it, but I agree with you. Brandon is stubborn,” “I will keep it a secret,” Sam smiled and replied. Jake was still staring at us like he was ready to chew us alive. His eyes didn’t leave me alone once. There was anger and traces of betrayal in his eyes. I didn't understand why he was feeling that. And why his possessivness was pleasing me. I made an excuse and went to my room. I entered my room, closed the door behind me, and glanced at myself in the mirror. My face looked pale, and I felt dizzy. If I get too excited or worried about something happening to me. There was a knock outside my door. I took a deep breath and opened my bedroom door to find Jake. He entered my room and shut the bed
Jake's POV: Alyssa was standing there looking at us with her wide sapphire color eyes. Her gaze held amusement and confusion. "I was coming to check on you, Elena. You suddenly disappeared," Alyssa said staring at Elena. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling well. I just went to my room to freshen up. But I'm fine now, let's go back." I said. Elena dragged Alyssa with her, not even looking back at me once. I had no idea what was wrong with me. Why didn't I want to let her go? Why did my heart begin to beat faster? Why couldn't I stop staring at her? I hadn't felt this way since I lost Hanna. She was the only woman who could make me crazy. Why it had to be her? I asked myself but didn't receive any answer. "I needed a drink," I mumbled to myself. I went back to the gathering and picked the glass of wine. Without thinking much I chucked the entire glass down. Unintentionally, my eyes searched for her once again. Noah made his way to me, looking as handsome as always. His eyes were shinnnig b
Elena's POV: Anna was the only one who has a boyfriend. Sharon stayed in short relationships with a few boys but they didn’t last long because of her tough schedule. Anna and I have been friends since preschool and we meet Sharon in high school when she transferred to our school from England. My both friends are beautiful; Anna has naturally burgundy hair and black eyes, her height is 1.56 m and she is the daughter of one of my dad’s business partners. She is strong, bold, and confident and doesn’t give a shit about what anyone thinks about her. Sharon on the other hand is a completely different story; she is a beauty diva struggling to make her name in professional modeling. Her main concerns are always about how she looks and what’s going on in the modeling industry. Anna and I believe that Sharon has been blessed with sharp features and a 1.77 m height which is her bonus point if she wants to be a model. But she is not confident about her looks and weight, even though she has perf