In the distance from afar, we could still hear the laughter and the music people were blasting.
Opening the large wooden door for me, he leaned over and pushed it slightly to let me enter first.
Stepping inside into t
Nothing happened last night; it came to me as a surprise, a shock, and perhaps a bummer too. All the adrenaline rush of fear I had all day long was for naught. He had left old clothes of his behind the locked door of the bathroom for me to wear. They were loose, big and shabby, but more comfortable and modest than those lacy dresses of satin.Heaving a sigh, I had wrapped my arms around myself in attempt to cover my chest, then counted to ten before turning on the knob of the door then entered the large room again.
CHAPTER 17“So what if we drifted apart, maybe destiny will make us meet again!”― Avijeet DasDean's P.O.VThere was something odd, and mysterious in the air that morning, I could feel it down in my bones, down to my very core and I had known something was wrong. Very wrong.It was my wedding day, and my wife's stuff was going to arrive at first light, I had known for I have been the one that had ordered and picked the workers that were to get the job done after Fredrick and my secretary had a long talk the day before of unsettled matters I had to arrange.I, and Marina were breaking our fast when a rush of cold shot to my brain, and the butter knife I was holding between my fingers fell from my grasp and into the soup bowl making a hard plunge on the way thus causing red dots to smear on the table cloth as my knuckles started turning pale white.I'd had it controlled for years, I had gone through hell and back educating myself on the peculiar matter and how to keep it at bay. Reading
CHAPTER 18“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”― J
"Enough heroics, my lord." The witch rolls her eyes at Leander. "I was only testing out my parts, making sure you didn't frost them into oblivion." She dusts herself off, icy flakes flying. "And you're not necessary. Go, go, stalk away and be kingly elsewhere. I'd rather speak to the pretty one who is far more level-headed than your dark fae heart ever could be.""I'm not leaving." Dean holds his blade to her throat.
“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”― Elie WieselHe threw her unconscious body on the sofa, took her bag from her, then locked the door of the apartment with the key and put it in his pocket because he did not trust her. The temperature was minus two and the heating system in his apartment was out of order, making it freezing inside.He sat on the edge of his bed without undressing, only loosening his bow-tie, while rubbing his neck and shoulder, cursing himself for having changed his mind and taking Valentina to his apartment.What should he have done otherwise? He couldn’t have left her alone with Joe, that was out of the question!She was flirting openly with Joe before his bare eyes; what was she going to do if they were all alone then? He couldn’t dare imagine as images started to swirl around his mind, making his blood boil.He was trying to protect his friend, he tried to convince himself. Of
CHAPTER 19“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed t
CHAPTER 20LOVE WAS NO CURSEMY convalescence was rather slow. Physically she recovered with normal celerity but a certain spiritual and emotional langour persisted for a time. One cannot go down to the depths of hidden things and escape the penalty. Aunt Elizabeth said she "moped." But Emily was too happy and contented to mope. It was just that life seemed to have lost its savour for a time, as if some spring of