She gazed deeply into the most bewitching dark brown eyes and they are staring back at her—piercingly. "Vincent..." she whispered as a warm cloth covered her cold shoulders. "Huh? You're saying something?" Tiffany asked. He was looking at her with no intention of averting his gaze. His feet were glued to the sand and his eyes to Celestine. She's waiting for him to do something; to remove his gaze on her or to walk away but none of it happened. They got stuck in each other's eyes like they only met for the first time. She didn't blink for she doesn't want to let go of his eyes. There is something in them, she can't name it but they're deep and velvety. "Celestine, you okay? Who are you staring at?" Mavi asked as she tries to look in the same direction where Celestine is looking but before she can even see Vincent, he already averted his gaze and turned his back on them. Celestine suddenly panicked. "I

Santiago tapped the stick of his cigarette using his index finger as his thumb and middle were holding the cigar in between to remove the excess ashes on its tip. Boredom was evident on his face as he groggily laid his back against the backrest of his swivel chair. Waiting has always been the most boring thing he could ever do and that's what he was doing now. He yawned, tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. He glanced once again to his phone that is lying on his table, hoping that he received a text but doesn't receive any of what's he's waiting for. "Fuck, what's taking them too long." He frustratedly laid back to his swivel chair, closing his eyes and putting pressure on his eyelids using his fingers. Minutes and hours had passed but he didn't receive any updates from his men. His mind filled with unnecessary thoughts the reason why he decided to contact them instead. After the second ring, someone answered t

"Sorry, I'm late. How are you?" Laila put her bag on the table and sat on the chair in front of Steven. She was supposed to go straight to her friend's house when he texted her to just meet him in their favorite coffee shop. She wiped the sweat on her forehead using the back of her hand and took a deep breath. From the hospital, she headed straight to the coffee shop for she doesn't want her friend to wait longer for her. "I'm good." He feels the warmth of his cup of coffee by wrapping his hands around it. "You don't look really good to me though," she pointed out and raised her hand to catch the waiter's attention. He sipped on his cup of coffee. "How was the man?""Oh, about him, unexpectedly until now he's still unconscious." He creased his forehead. "Are you monitoring him? Are you sure that he hasn't regained consciousness yet?" "I'd like to have a slice of chocolate cake and, uhm, tall-sized v

"Celestine, stop that. You're so drunk. Let's go home," Lander said as he pulled the glass of tequila that Celestine was about to drink again.For two hours, Celestine did nothing but take glasses of tequila and consume it. Lander could barely count the number of glasses of tequila that Celestine had drunk."Can you just let me do what I want Lander? I'm not drunk okay?!" Celestine said angrily as she snatched the glass of tequila that Lander get from her earlier. The tequila accidentally poured into Lander's shirt because of the abrupt move of Celestine to get it. Instead of apologizing, she just drink what remains on the tequila glass she's holding and raised her hand again to call the bartender's attention and ask him to mix a drink for her again.In just a minute, the bartender gave her another drink and without saying a word Celestine drank the tequila straight. Her cheeks are florid and her eyes were unable to focus in one direction now. And it is also qui

As Celestine writhed in pain because of the forceful punch that met her stomach—emptying the air on her lungs, the man took it as his chance to lift Celestine and take her wherever he wished. Celestine's body is helplessly lying on the man's right shoulder while her head was on his back. As he walks, her head started to feel like spinning and she feels like vomiting. She wanted to struggle from his grip and get away from him but it seemed impossible to escape from the man that was much stronger than and her.  The pain in her stomach becomes unbearable. She can't lift nor move a muscle. Everything felt heavy, especially her eyelids that she was trying her very best not to close. She can't lose consciousness. She needs to save herself.   Her inability to bring energy towards her whole system to function well has ruined every self hope she has to at least have a fighting chance to escape from him.  "L-Let me g-go," she weakly said