"What would you like to eat, Mystique?" Damien asked the other lady sitting beside her friend who tagged along even when the grim man showed her a sour face, he had no choice to take her alone as they now sat together in a fancy restaurant.
"Whoa Mr. Martinez, all these food costs more than my allowance for a month" Bell answered, her gaze glued on the menu.
Damien rolled his eyes, he was asking Mystique, not the other man. "Mystique?" He grilled as he called over a male waiter.
"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked, readying his notebook as his gaze traveled around the table till it landed on Mystique and it stayed there, his throat making a gulping sound as he took in the beauty of the lady that was glowing before his eyes.
Mystique shook her head before lifting her gaze only to be met with the intense stare of the serving-man. He almost looked like he was drooling. M
"Frasier?" Mystique stared gapely at one of her worse nightmares while in college. The man name Frasier only smirked seeing the other's shocked demeanor "Hey babe, what are you doing here?" he asked in a silly voice, annoying the crap out of Mystique with his presence as she frowned instead. After so many years, the bastard still looked the same. Dark-colored eyes, matching his dark hair, tan skill, and a stupid smirk that Mystique loathed so much. she eyed him, feeling nauseated. Frasier was one of the few mistakes Mystique made while in college. They attended the same college together where one could say they dated. Mystique only went out with the asshole because she wanted to be among the crowd but it ended badly for her when she found out the idiot only wanted to get between her legs. That night, Frasier invited her out to a club to hang out with his friends. That was the first time Mystique e
Mystique stared hellaciously at the man who had a stolid expression as he worked on patching Mystique's wounded arm as they were now in the kitchen where, she was sitting on the counter, a first aid box opened widely beside her. Unanswered questions sprinted through her head as her eyebrows narrowed in disconcertment. The little melodrama that took place earlier was still fresh in her brain but how could she forget such a chronicle play in just a few seconds. she continued to stare unblinkingly at Damien, who unremitted what he was doing. Mystique shifted her gaze away as she blinked a few times. Should she ask, she had a right to ask right?, Would Damien snap at her for being nosy. Mystique couldn't stop reckoning till she finally came to a decision. "Damien..." Damien interposed. "She's my aunt, turned stepmom. My dad married her a week after my mom's deat
Stimulating the next morning, Mystique tried to stretch only to ascertain an arm snaked tightly around her waist, making it arduous for her to move her body. Opening her eyes slowly, the first thing that came into sight was the snoozing face of Damien Martinez, who had his arms encircled securely around her while Mystique had her head rested against his unclothed chest, listening to his tranquilized heartbeats. Mystique beamed as she recalled the past events as she gazed exuberantly at the grim man a blurry vision with her glasses. She couldn't explain the feeling of adrenaline that rushed through her body like a wave. Shifting her body forward slowly, she pecked Damien's cheek lightly, her cheek turning like that of crimson as she went back to her position, resting her head against Damien's chest, where it rightfully belonged enjoying the smallest sensation of warmth. "I want a future with you too" she whispered. As she recalled the lov
Reaching the highest floor in the building, Mystique made her way out from the elevator with a little lunch box in hand. Stepping into the floor, Mystique was surprised to find nothing in sight, not even a secretary's table but a door that must lead to the CEOs office. With a shrug, she headed towards the door and knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a lady in a short mini skirt and a blouse that was showing too much cleavage. Mystique gazed questioningly at her but the lady was busy scanning her from head to toe before rolling her eyes. She held the door opened and instructed Mystique to enter rudely. Paying no mind to her childish behavior, Mystique stepped in but instead of a CEO's office, she was met with another hallway but this time, a secretary's table was outside a glass door. The lady went behind her desk and sat down. "What can I do for you?" She continued with her infantile manners. My
To kill a monster, you must become one yourself *~* Cracking of bones, screams of anguish and agony, reddish liquid spread all over, the sound of lugubrious cries, taste of salty tears. All were like a melodious sound to his ears, and a blissful scene in his eyes. His lips curved into a smile, his smile was sadistic, atrocious, inhumane, and fiendish, a complete display of the man he was, the real rapscallion in our closet, the nightmares that stalked the weak, languid, and even the vigorous of mind. He was he. Advancing, he held the man’s hand, who was tied to a hand chair, his face badly wounded, his clothes tattered and smudge, his body deficiently bludgeoned, and lastly, a dagger was buried in his left thigh, emanating with reddish liquid as his breaths were slackened and wimpish. One could say the man was barely alive. The monster smirked in gratificati
"That's your baby!" The female doctor enunciated, using ultrasound on Mystique's three months pregnant stomach. Mystique's eyes drenched at the contiguity of her little one, the life she and Damien bred. Mystique gripped Bell's hand tightly. "It's Cute," Bell remarked, gazing zealously at the machine from where she was standing beside the bed, holding unto Mystique's hand. "Your pregnancy is thriving greasy as long as you stay cautious and strain" The doctor informed. "I was expecting to see your husband today as he normally comes for your check-ups, he didn't come?" She pointed out. Mystique tardily sank her gaze dolorously before answering. "He couldn't make it" "Oh, that's too bad but he could be present to know the sex of the baby. Am sure he wouldn't miss that" The doctor passed as she put away the scanner and Mystique sat upright, straightened her shirt.
Nabbing a cigarette from her pants, Harriet ignited it up and stuck it between her lips as she took a long drag before releasing a cloud of smoke into thin air from where she was lounging at the dining area in Damien's condo, convoying the other lady squatting on one of the couches, motionlessly. Bell had gone to the kitchen for water as what she just stumbled upon was jarring, hair-raising, and unannounced. Harriet smirked. She couldn't blame the other as she would feel the same if she was assailed unanticipatedly. Mystique was pocketing it too readily from what she envisaged. she was anticipating the other to go through some attack just as she was informed but she got none. Mystique sighed, the silence was gauche and nettlesome for an arduous Mystique who kept buffing her palms together perturbed, licking her dehydrated lips, shutting her eyes as she felt a headache acting up. "Here, have t
Traipsing out from the bedroom, Mystique beamed as the aroma of a palatable meal broke through her nostril, making her empty stomach grumble loudly. For a moment she thought Damien was back but when she came out with a hand over her tummy supportively, a reality hammered her slavishly, seeing the guys tucking in at the dining area. Mystique's smile dropped, replaced with a snoot as she thought of how none of them bugged to wake her up for breakfast. She was the pregnant one, not them. Seeing that her presence was not acknowledged yet, Mystique cleared her throat loudly and successfully earned everyone's attention. Harriet, with a tossed bread halfway to her mouth, shut her eyes and let out a rue, seeing her nightmare early in the morning. Mystique raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean, Harriet?" she sported a glare towards the other.