"Jacob...Jacob...Jacob!!!!!" "What?!!!" "Will you stop net surfing? And help me out." I whined slumping on the bed. Putting my face in my palm, I look towards Jacob, who was still scrolling through his phones, sitting Indian-style on my bed. I snatched his phone and threw it on the bed behind me. " Iris!!!" He shouted irritated. But not more than me. Here i asked him to help me out and he is busy scrolling through his phone." Is this how you are helping me out?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him.He sighed, and with a duh look, he watched me, " Iris, I agree, that I promised to be your side, thick and thin. But this....." He motioned to the scattered clothes all around my room," this is not what I signed for." He finished, shaking his head." But you are my friend." I pouted. And looked at him with sad and puppy dog eyes. He sighed, knowing he can't ignore this, cute, pouty face. If I can win Alexander Russo with this cute, sad, and pouty face, then no one else stands a chance. St

"Is he here?" These were the first words Iris uttered after her accident. Her eyes just like the last couple of days still fixed on the white wall of the hospital. Her face was void of any emotions. "Iris..." Jacob sighed. He does not like seeing her friend full of life, like this. If it was in his hand he would do anything to bring that innocent smile on her face, that she wears like a crown. "He isn't. Right?" Not Jacob but his silence answered Iris. And she just silently nodded her head. Not saying anything else. Jacob shook his head. Looking at her with sympathy.While Iris keeps her gaze fixed on the white walls ahead. Her face was void of any emotions but her tearful eyes said it all. Taking a seat on her bed Jacob put his hands on hers.'"I am tired." Jacob is surprised, to hear her say anything other than ask, where her husband is. With her head on his shoulder, she finally let the tears wet her cheeks. "You are strong," Jacob whispers to her while he wraps her in his arm

Ava's POVNo one wants to be bad. But try being the girl, who spent all her life pleasing people, but ends up being all alone in the end. That's me. Rude, arrogant, and cold-hearted and there are many names, not the good ones, people use to characterize me. Am I all these?Maybe. People change. I did too.But believe me, I was not always like this. I recall when I was five and Iris three, more than mom and dad, she was my princess, I loved my sister more than anything. We had the best bond. Hurt her and I will damn you. That was how important she was to me. I would do anything for her to smile at me with awe and look at me as her hero. She was my pride. My sister was my gem. She was my cute, little chubby world. I would do anything, just to stretch those beautiful lips. When Iris first went to kindergarten, a fat boy pushed her, and she got a scrape on her knees. I was livid.The next day I punched that guy. Bullied him until he asked Iris for forgiveness. Dad was furious

Alexander's POV No sooner did, I hear the evil voice, I pushed Jacob more into the alley to keep him away from Josh's sight. The way we are standing, I am hoping he didn't see Jacob, even if he did, I hope his stupid bragging will give Jacob some time to get us some help. I am Alexander Russo, the moment we tracked Josh, I felt something was off. A trap waiting for us was no surprise to me. That is the reason, I kept my security on alert, one call and they all will surround the whole area, what is needed is just one call.Even if I get caught, I will be fine knowing that I am with her. And maybe there will be more chances of me protecting her. So if Josh thinks he can scare me, then he really till now didn't know with whom he messed. The only thing that s scaring me is that my angel is in his hands. She is the reason, that despite knowing that this could be a trap, I came here, just so I can see my angel. Her eyes are covered by a black cloth, she can't see me, but I can very

Only a broken knows how deep those pieces cut.....ME:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Life is a beautiful tale to some people and for some, it's only a tragic tale with a sad ending. And stories of love have both, you have no idea, whether your love story will be a tragic one or a happy ending. The funny thing is everyone cares about the person around whom the whole story revolves, but no one cares about the love life of people who play a major role in their stories, no one cares about their broken hearts. "Ideal. No, Iris, I am not ideal. You are ideal. Ideal daughter, sister, lover, human, and student. Iris ideal Brooke. Even your flaws were perfect. And my perfection, full of flaws. No matter what I did, I wasn't good enough ever, for dad, Alex, and everyone. It's you they all loved and I, I was supposed to cry on myself and understand, what happened and why did it happen. It was me whose engagement broke, but people were by your side supporting you, it