Who the hell leaves the window open with the tremendous sun lurking?I question myself, covering my face with the pillow, my eyes hurt and the glare of the sun's rays doesn't want me alive.I groan because I woke up and I won't be able, no matter how hard I try, to go back to sleep. I'm lucid but the memories of last night come and go like flashes without order. I'm alone in bed and I find out something important.I'm wearing an Edrien t-shirt, I remember, but I don't know how it came into my possession. At least I have my underwear on. Does that mean nothing delicious happened last night? Yes, that and the painful memory that invades my mind.“Rose, you're drunk.” Edrien repeats between kisses, his mouth says something else. His kisses speak for themselves.It is so intense to feel him on top of me, his hands are on my sides pretending to be the sheet. She growls because I nibble on her lower lip.However, he walks away like any spoilsport leaving me wanting.“I don't take advantage
Edrien is not one of those boys who liked to go around exposing their love to the public eye, not at all, he was affectionate when alone, he never left his role as a 'serious boy with no feelings' for anyone, ever.Until now, I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. I understand why the discomfort, he was doubting whether or not to kiss me in front of everyone.He put aside his reputation for me, to show me that he did care.I focus on his lips and chasing his rhythm, I never managed it, it was very slow but wild, I would go crazy, he descends to my lower lip and bites it without stopping the kiss. That tug steals a weak gasp from me. It was already in his hands, or literally, in his mouth.He, very advantageously, takes advantage of my half-open mouth and enters his wet tongue to explore it, he knows what he's doing, he knows what I want because he brushes his cold piercing along my tongue, I hold my breath and release it in cl
Time is wasting away. It is exhausted and lost.Every minute back meant a chance to save them.Aaron has done his best to send reinforcements, but they are simply slow to arrive, and as a work of mysterious fate the other five boys outside have lost their connections with us. We only know about the three of them.I am affected by nerves, my mind is clouded, no rational idea passes through it, I want to help him, I want him back. Just imagining that a bomb could annihilate everyone in a matter of milliseconds ate me away, killed me in some way.About six minutes have passed, nothing has happened, Monica seems to be waiting for something, Edrien trusts his advisor, Aaron, in some sense their arms are tied, they cannot move without the trigger threatening to shoot them. It's hard to catch her.But it baffles me that they act so peaceful. For God's sake, a bomb will explode and turn them into dust!"What will they do?" He looked at Aaron asking for an answer.He frowns, crosses his arms.
Three days later…“Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us.I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one.Wine or Champagne?The wine tastes very good.Champagne is also very good.Which one I choose?“We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision.I smile at him and nod.It will be wine this time.The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears.Deep breath.I'm nervous, I can feel my heart in my mouth. Why was she? She was having an official date with Edrien. After what happened, after being close to the limit, he has paid more attention to me, he has insisted on spending time together. I love this new Edrien.He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow."That?" I emit, because I feel that I am unconsciously doing something I shouldn't."Just relax." he sends laughing.His laugh helps me with what he asks of me.It's not the only thing he's asked of me. My mother and I are still in her den. She didn't want
Bienvenidos a Westside Institute, una de las escuelas más caras del mundo y famosa por haber formado a monarcas, empresarios y grandes personalidades, donde las cosas son lo que piensas y todo resulta ser lo que parece.El campus de nuestro Instituto se extiende sobre un terreno de 30 hectáreas donde los árboles rodean las casas de huéspedes y los campos deportivos. Las suites son individuales o dobles según su edad y los estudiantes pueden decorarlas a su gusto para trabajar y relajarse mejor.Contamos con biblioteca, amplias aulas, laboratorios científicos, sala de informática, piscina y mucho más. Ah, y también bóvedas donde pasan cosas que… no veo la necesidad de decírtelo.Además, el centro cuenta con un campus de invierno donde los estudiantes viajan entre enero y marzo. La escuela tiene sus propios chalés, lo que permite a estudiantes y profesores vivir y trabajar allí.También disponemos de actividades extraescolares como las deportivas, cuenta con instalaciones para la prácti
ROSE SHARMAN"It is so beautiful." I sighed fascinated at Edrien.Edrien Peck, the magician of mysteries, the bad boy from Institute. And the most handsome and strange boy in the institute who bullied."It's so horrendous." Gus, my best friend, mutters reluctantly."If you were gay, you wouldn't find it horrible." I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him."Why do you like a weirdo like that?" I snort."That's exactly why I like it, its rarity. He is unique."Her black hair, fair complexion, grayish green eyes, bushy eyebrows, thin and luscious lips, a slender and worked body fitted in black clothing, a turned-up nose, a not exaggeratedly marked jaw.Really, it was."You have nothing in your favor, he has caught you countless times spying on him, and no, it is not a seduction tactic, when he sees your laptop wallpaper he will sue you for harassment." funny laugh."No, he won't run away from me," I growled, "and shut up, your laugh is horrendous." I crossed my arms."Sure, stalker.""I at lea
What do hit men do with a problem, they annihilate it.What am I going to do to get out of this alive? No fucking idea.Will it be too late to pray?"Stop saying nonsense and go check it out." I bellow annoyed."I'd better hire Scooby-doo," Edrien joked, "relax, the noise could have come from anywhere. But for you to be calm, I will check the place.""You better, see you." His shadow moved away and I saw my opportunity to see who it was, and I also had to get out of here. I took a book and ran fast asking my sandals for discipline so as not to have a second slip.Leaving the drama section I sit at the table closest to me, open the book and pretend to read, after a few slow seconds; a boy comes out of the gothic narrative section, I wouldn't look, it would be very suspicious to do so, but when he passed by I knew who he was.Eliecer, his brother.What trouble has he gotten himself into?Not in a problem… He had committed a crime.And Edrien knows it…he was helping him.Who was the vict
He takes me the one he brought me.“What talk?” Better to act like you don't know anything.“Don’t pretend, you heard it all.”“Why do you think it was me?”“Easy, you were breathing hard after the marathon you ran from the back of the library to the table. And you also read the book backwards.”Well, Eliécer might have the nerve, but he wasn't stupid.“So what if I heard her.”You already screwed up.Did I ask your opinion, conscience? Not right?“Well, the same thing as Aly could happen to you.”I held my breath, scared, “You would not be able to."““No, if you do me a favor.”I huffed with my arms tied, I had no other option, “What do you want?"“Look for the witness.”““What? Why me?”Another question would be: Why doesn't Eliécer hire an Investigator and prevent me from sticking my nose into his affairs? He couldn't do it why; you don't know it, but; Eliécer was the Governor's son, paying an Investigator who could betray him or divulge the information to the press would cause his