Alessia Romero
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He sat on his couch, keeping his eyes fixed on the door where I was. I knew I had accomplished the deal, so I could turn around and leave. I won a ring somewhere.
Silence.
My eyes noticed a gun on a slab next to his sofa. Okay, Alessia, this is where you turn around and leave.
My inner voice always showed up whenever I was in danger.
But, should I just walk out as if I didn't sneak in?
Yes, unless you have a death wish.
Yes, I turned around to leave but halted instan
Mature scene aheadAlessia Romero----gemito"You...you are drunk," I stuttered as I tried to muffle the moans threatening to erupt through my lips. "Are you gonna hurt me?"He looked so lost. He never responded, rather he hauled me from the floor. My legs straddled his waist and there, he began walking away from the mirror. His mighty hands were clamped against my arched back, my fleshy breasts were in his view.My fingers sank into his masculine shoulders as he aggressively kissed my neck.After a moment, I felt my back being rested on the soft warm bed. He hovered over me then resumed kissing every inch of my skin. The kisses felt so heavy, as though he aimed to leave marks on my skin.He slid his hands to my arse and kneaded them roughly. Sure enough, my skin had his finger marks inked on me. Soft moans erupted from my throat.He captured my nipple with his fingers and commenced pinching it agonizingly. His mouth invaded the other breast where he began sucking me, he bit, flipped
Rodion Kostantin-----Fuck!I drew a handkerchief and swabbed the disgusting blood off my left jaw line. The human being could have at least squirted the information I needed rather than his stupid blood.He was perched on the seat with an open throat where my knife was still stuck. His eyes were both sagging loose from their sockets and his whole self was covered with his own blood.He looked worse than anyone I had ever murdered before. The sight though didn't satisfy the cravings in me. It always did, but this time, it was not working.I pulled out the knife which led to more blood streaming. I wiped the knife as well. I then threw the handkerchief on his face before walking out.I had signalled two men who were with me to set the place on fire and that was fulfilled within a few m
Rodion Konstantin—------------I'm not drunk!I kept urging myself but clearly, I was not thinking straight. Killing a woman was another code I broke. I made the Lazza codes only to break them one by one.I sank onto a couch in my room, drinking again even after being driven home. Matteo noticed my drunken state and took care of everything.A low jazz song was playing in the background but it felt like noise to me. I grabbed a remote and turned it off. The silence rained.I could hear my breaths and the way I would swallow the drink. Alessia's words sabotaged me."And to those who are strong, heartless and powerful like you, what do you gain? Loneliness? Do you even know what real life is? How does it taste? All you do is to kill, money, kill, money oh, and not to forget, you also c
Alessia Romero-----compleannoMum was probably in the kitchen devouring the birthday cake she baked for me. I was curious as to what birthday present she got me this time. It was a birthday everyone was waiting but then life proved us wrong.I stood by the window staring at the sky as I admired how free the stars were. It was not something to joke about because the stars were better than me.I wish I was created to be just a star.When midnight hit, it marked my twenty years. An
Alessia Romero______Having summer vacations had many advantages, and wearing summer clothes has been one of my favorites. I loved free dresses, not like I had a specific reason, but the love came naturally. Such vacations also allowed us to meet with old friends. Those whom we separated after high school.Many restaurants in the city were whale-packed. Most customers were students.I strolled between the occupied tables with a shopping bag in my hand. Billie Elish's song—Bad Guy, played on my wireless earphones, bringing some lively mood in me. I loved Billie Elish's songs for many reasons, one being that they helped me sleep. That was a story for another day.I sighted my bestie, Carina, seated at one table close to the enormous city-view window. She grinned on seeing me and then fixed her silver-rimmed eyeglasses. She lifted her hand and waved at me. I was always late for our dates.Carina Victor, the town diva who was a writer. She was a model, 5'7 feet tall, slender with a curv
Alessia Romero _______They were at it again.Mum’s shrill voice echoed through the walls, reaching every corner of the house. Dad’s voice was almost inaudible, but you could tell he was involved from the sound of broken vessels.I closed my eyes, and a chuckle emerged. It was becoming comical at this stage. My parents would fight and throw things at each other. And then Mum would make dinner as if nothing happened. The worst was that they expected me to eat with them and pretend everything was normal.A sigh fled through my nose. As they were busy building up their habit, I developed a new habit; to sneak out of the house. I packed a few clothes for the days I would stay at Carina’s place. The moment you appreciate having a friend whose parents treated you like their own. If only I could disappear from this life for a while. Maybe my parents would realize my absence and remember I existed.My parents were the talk of the estate. The house that neighbors would point fingers at. The
Alessia Romero ____ Marco turned twenty-five. On the evening of his birthday, the two of us were at his house. Marco suggested a simple setting in his house's backyard. It warmed my heart to see that he wanted to enjoy his birthday with me alone. My dedication to making the relationship work was apparent, given my ability to throw an incredible party. So, I agreed to his proposal of a simple dinner together. He owned a luxurious beach house, one of a kind in the area. Marco was a rich kid, raised by wealthy parents and now running a business. He took over as the president of one of his father's businesses. I would lie if I said I knew what kind of business his father owned. I had been careful not to appear snoopy, so I never asked. The backyard looked gladden in the eyes, complementing the golden dress he sent me. The radiant lights and the candles on the table gave me a certain warmth that made me relax. I admired the commitment he exerted to make the dinner memorable, given
Alessia Romero ______ A brisk breeze grazed my shoulder, and a shiver ran down my spine. I sluggishly fumbled in search of something to cover myself from the chill, and fortunately, I found one. My body felt relaxed, except for the window of the room that was certainly open, allowing the breeze to sneak in. A soft groan left my throat and ran my hand through my hair. I inhaled the delightful scent on the bedding, enough to bring a smile to my lips. Stretching my hands with a yawn, the breeze grew strong, wafting in the room and carrying with it the scent of the ocean. I grew reluctant to wake up; the bed felt so comfortable that it compelled me to continue sleeping. But my stomach rumbled. I was starving. Most of the time, I rarely woke up hungry. I got used to waking up in the middle of the night to grab some snacks, like cupcakes. Did I skip a meal? Attempting to remember what I had for dinner, visions began gushing in my brain. The untouched delicious meal from the roman