I sighed, running a hand over my face, and just as I opened my mouth to speak, the doors slammed open, with a man out of breath and rushing over to Tristan. The sudden commotion had Cynthia whimpering in fear and I watched as Alec pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort the frightened little girl.
But even as he tried the whimpers couldn’t be stopped.
“Give her to me,” Viviane said gently, softly pulling her child close to her chest. My heart wrenched at the sight. Only slight whimpers had feel from Cynthia’s lips, but Viviane was beside her in seconds, hugging and comforting her with sweet words and soft promises.
I gulped, hearing the cry of a little girl at the busy market place in the back of my mind.
“What is it?” Tristan grunted. His eyes slowly leaving the now quietened Cynthia, his gaze lingered on me for a second, before turning to the panting man in front of him.
“My prince, she won&rsqu
Hi everyone, I terribly sorry not to have updated both my stories in a very long time. But this year was so painful for me I couldn’t find myself to write for a long time. But logging in a few days ago and seeing the many love and support you were giving for this story, it gave me so much hope and enough to strength to try write something. This isn’t has good as what you have read previously, and for that I’m really sorry, I need get into the flow again, I hope you can understand. Now that everything is starting to get better, I’ll try and get a few for chapters out for you in this festive season! <3 I love you all, my wonderful readers, Thank you for everything! - I didn’t know why, but I found myself following them outside; into the forest. Tristan’s words echoed in my head painfully. Whatever Antonio Venturi wanted, he was willing to deprive these creatures of their
Water so deep, how do we breathe? How do we climb? So we stay in this mess This beautiful mess tonight ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ •═════════╗ &n
One year. It has been one year since my new life started. A new life being reborn, but I wasn't being reborn, I was simply discovering the truth, and combining it with my destiny. The one year I spent with him, the one year I discovered who I really was, brought more chaos and torment than in my entire life, but most importantly it brought danger. He led a dangerous life and my destiny was to be alongside him, as he continued to save his people... his kind.Through the twenty-seven years of my life and becoming the founder and CEO of my company, I never once thought I would be pulled away from it. But I was, and a part of me welcomed the adventure he gave me, I gave myself, after all being born and raised in my father's family wasn't always pleasing or a pleasant experience for me. The woman who raised me wasn't my mother, but she was, she raised me, cared for me and worried for me, when my birth-mother didn't. My father made his mistake and I was the one who pai
Dear Guests and Employs,As the proud CEO and founder of Sooyaa's Desires...I sighed, tapping away the keys on my laptop, an invitation to my shareholders, business partners and employees. The celebration of my newest expansion toSooyaa'sDesireswill be held within a few days. However, the constant pressure and stress that weighed down on my shoulders, prevented me from looking forward to the occasion.One side, I had the constant begging of my father to join my company with my brother's to prevent him from going bankrupt. He had millions stolen from a business partner, Antonio Venturi. Onthe other side, I had the nagging of reporters trying to spy on my life, wanting to get me into another "dating scandal" the madness people brought to my life!The mounting pain in my head made me close my eyes and groan, one after another, problems rose, killing my insides, and creating that sickening pain at t
I sat there slowly playing with my food; rolling the small piece of chicken with my fork and sighed under the penetrating glare of Jackson. I shook my head and took a small sip from my glass of water.The eerily silence had me begging for some kind of distraction or perhaps this dinner to end unexpectedly. Usually, your head would spin or have a sickening headache from alarming sounds or noises above many decibels, but here it was different, the mere sounds of cutlery gently clanking against the plates and soft chewing was all there to be heard, and it was aching my head.The wait was the worst part; knowing it was going to happen, but when?Audrey was simply eating her food; enjoying every bit of it. And it was surprising; usually, she too would join in with her husband and glare at me like someone who was standing in their way to success and glory.Mother sat on one end of the table facing my father; she hadn’t looked up from her food. I guess she
Mature themes coming up later on this chapter.***I hit against the steering wheel with a frustrated growl as I let a few tears caress my cheeks, I had vowed to myself never to cry after my childhood! Not for anyone! Not for my father! Not for mother! Not for Jackson! And certainly not for my birth-mother!Throwing off the seat-belt, I grabbed my phone and slammed the car door shut. My bracelet, however, caught against it, allowing the tiny tear-shaped diamonds stones to break away from the band, landing around my feet. The soft sounds of the diamonds tumbling against the rough grounds made me scream in frustration and kick the car’s wheel.Stupid car!Tears of anger and frustration fell from my eyes. The dinner had brought nothing but chaos for me; my mind was haywire, one thought after another, word after word, and I tried to dodge them like a bullet.If that’
C/r acci/ent (a, d) trigger warning!***My mind raced back and forth; from work to the dream. Those seafoam eyes flashed before my eyes whenever I blinked, creating a rush of emotions that electrified my nerves enough to have that slickness between my legs. The pressure intensified as I remembered the feel of his hands; a touch so real, and yet, it wasn’t. The dream felt real because of the strength of light his eyes gave, their intensity and the silky feel of his skin against mine.My heart only thumped faster as I remembered it, almost sending me off the edge again at its mere memory.“Tristan…” I don’t know how many times I mumbled that name today, but still nothing came to mind. The man in my dreams didn’t exist in the real world.I sighed, running a hand through my hair and tried to focus on the papers in front of me. The words on the page danced, causing the sudd
Ho/pi/al (s,t) - trigger warning.***“Something isn’t right here!”“It looks thoroughly planned! Someone planned to kill Jisoo!”“We don’t know that! We can’t jump into conclusions, mother!”“The evidence is there, Jackson!”Voices drifted around, distorted, I couldn’t make out the words or who they belonged to. I felt a cool hand caressing my cheek and slowly the voices started becoming at least familiar to me. But my eyes kept shut, they wouldn’t open to my command, a heaviness floated on them.A soft sob came from the side, perhaps from one that was caressing my cheek, “Will she be alright?” Hearing mother’s voice, relief flooded through me and for a few seconds I forgot the words she had said to me.I heard someone shifting their feet; walkin