Nicole had never found it a norm, but it happened that every Tuesday evenings, she always dropped by Aunt Nova's, her mother's best friend house, to catch a quick hello to her favorite cousin, and maybe, having an adult talk with Aunt Nova. It seemed weird but she considered Aunt Nova as family, yes, she wasn't just family, she was their blood, she was a Hart now, and Nicole could give her all for her.She stood in front of the door, before she knocked on it gently, the door bobbed open gently, and a pair of hands pulled her into a hearty hug."Nicole." The voice was sweet to her ears, but the woman switched it to, "Niccy." She tapped her shoulders lightly, before leading her into the room.Damien Hart, Aunt Nova's son, gazed up to look at her from the couch, a bright smile forming in between his lips as he focused back to the screen. "Aunt Niccy," He smiled at her.Sh twitched her lips upward gently, walking towards the sofa, before she slumped on it gently, she gazed around the room
His legs glued to the floor, the hot sun scorching around his face, he wiped a strand away turning to face her.She walked towards him hurriedly, taking gentle steps. "I never got to know your name Sir. Incase.." The wind trampled her dark hair and layers rumpled around her face, she stood fixated to the floor, until her hands made way to her face before she placed a bit back in stock, a quiet sigh emitting her nostrils.He turned around, to freakin' look at her. Her eyes bulged slightly, and she stepped back, trying to control her fast beating heart.He was walking towards her, slow, steady steps that felt like a thousand steps, but it was just a few and in the next second he was in her presence, his figure hovering around her, his eyes dark and misty, as he gazed at with an uneven stare.He cupped her chin harshly, so much, she thought it would snap into two, she winced slightly, her voice breaking. "Sir.""It's Zane." He released his grip, his hands swiping across her jaw, a bolt o
In all his life, ever since he was born, no one had ever said those words to him, even if they had. It was always the opposite, but today, someone, not just someone, Emily Hart was giving him a compliment that didn't sounded as an insult.It felt good, the word refreshed into his brain, and melted his heart, he grew fluttered, and his collarbones flashed a lighter shade of red.Emily smiled to him; those smile that reflected one's happiness, her curve were graciously genuine and her lips parted apart for a brief second, before she leaned on the chair. "This is one of the better dates that my mother had set up, for once, I feel like I am floating." She grabbed the drink, and fiddled with the straw in between.Was he supposed to reply to her words? Because he felt as if his whole tongue was glued, he couldn't say anything, and the only thing evident was just a twitch of the lips.What was wrong with him? He was Lucas, the feared Mafia of the underworld, they respected him, they feared h
Xander watched, with particularly no interest at all, as Kane popped the champagne, before lowering the liquid into his cup, "Drink up, Xander." Kane patted him in the shoulder lovingly, like a mother forcing her teenage sons to eat.Xander held the bottle before he chugged the sixth bottle into his mouth, he leaned on the chair as he watched the underworld bubble with noises, smokes of cigar, the stench of the people, it was suffocating, but for him, it was considered his therapy. It made him relax a little, and what better way to relax than to be with someone everyone considered a god? Kane."So, Xander. Tell me about this your wife." Kane stared at him, taking in another bottle. "Can I have her? For just one night?""Don't you dare do anything with her!" Xander growled, his head hurting badly, if there was one thing, he had an high alcohol resistance. He could have as many bottles as he wished. But hearing Kane say disgusting things about his wife intensified his anger, it brought
~People ask me why I don't love~~~I tell them, what's your business, get the damn out of my life. I don't care what they say about me in the streets, just know I'mma a freak, a weirdo you will never love...Nicole whispered the words to her ear, swaying her body as she danced in the kitchen, in a typical kind of way, she loved, absolutely loved her Uncle Sky's song, he was a musician, ripping out the world with his music, he was her mother's younger brother.Nicole reminded her self for the last time, that she hated the smell of those yucky pancakes, but as much as the smell wavered through her nostrils, she was getting to like them. She flipped the crisp baked round thing on the pan again, and she covered her nose. Hell no, she took back her words, she still hated them.It was weird, even if she hated them, why in the hell would she still make them for breakfast? When, she was little, her mother would always make them considering her mother and her twin brother loved them so much, b
The time stopped ticking, hell, maybe it froze, or maybe it didn't. But, everyone seemed to have stopped- for a fraction of seconds, and jabbing of knuckles was heard from underneath the table.Lucas stared up at him, puckering his lips together, before his hands moved over to the cup of water, and he took a little sip, trying to digest in the information, "You hate pancakes.""They taste like foot." Mouths agape, three fun mouths hanging on plain air."Exactly." Nicole had said, before lowering the cup of water to her lips, and then, she took a little sip.The atmosphere turned gloomy, and Zane needed a quicker way to escape, find something to lie about, and get the damn out of the dangerous dining room, slowly, he pushed the table aside, his eyes moving towards the clock on the wall."Oh. Would you look at the time." Their eyes followed his suit, and it was only 7:16, seriously dude?"I have something to catch up." His voice was trembling, but then, he casted a cheeky smile towards
Why in the hell would his father want to speak to him? He was Xander Castillo, and well, he didn't have any sort of relationship with his father. Just a rigid-unbalanced one, he couldn't let her find out. He could never let Nicole Hart know all this.Pushing the chair aside gently, his dark eyes scanned the table, then finally to the person occupying the seat, he knew she wanted to say something, but she just looked at him so intently, his chest heaved up a bit, before he gestured behind Lucas to walk.Nicole wanted to say something: afterall, today they had found the chance to say something less than a word, so why was he leaving so immediately?She was all alone now; sinking in her own misery, she just concentrated on the food, suddenly losing appetite.When they were in the bedroom, Xander shut the room, before gently seating on the bed, his hands flying over to his hair, pulling it gently, "Now tell me why my father would want to see me." Silence racked his brain, he didn't wanted
Xander had no idea hot to deliver the news, Hey you, I am travelling to Italy, and guess what? You are coming along because..Because what? Shit.Well, now, he had no chance to think of what to say, because she was facing him, her lips parting apart, wait, she didn't even wear any lipstick, what type of woman wouldn't even wear lipstick?For a moment, he was stuck, staring at her every composure.Nicole Hart was angry, her mood was dampen, and her heart was racing in different thoughts, who would have thought that the Almighty Xander Castillo would want to have a talk with her? Pathetic."What is it you wanted to talk about?" She was losing her patience, her stance."I am going to Italy." He paused, gazes at her, makes sure she grabs what he says, and when he was sure that she did. He spoke again. "And, you are coming with me." Seconds passed by slowly, something she acknowledged as slow paced. "I am not.""Yes, you are." He stressed his words, anger flooding through his veins, he gaz