"It's been three weeks" There was a crack in Isabella's voice as she mounted the podium in a sheer black dress and holding a mic dressed with roses. Her eyes were as sour as her voice, let's face it, the makeup couldn't even cover how bad she had been fairing since standing in that hospital next to Bryson."I'm sorry, your aunt didn't make it" Were the words she felt would always echo back to her. Not just echo, haunt and stir her guts from the inside out. Whenever it did, she would feel the tears fill her eyes and slowly trickle down her heated face. But she faced the congregation beneath the lavender canopy and she swore she wasn't going to cry now.Not today—not the day of Majorie's funeral.There were flowers everywhere and a bunch of sad, long face. There was an eerie stench of loss and grief that lingered in the atmosphere no matter how light she desired it to be. A scoff escaped her lips as Isabella heaved a deep breath of it. There was a moment of silence observed just before

"Colton Chambers"At the call of his name, the man behind the prison bars lifted his face up to the guard that unlocked his cell. Colton arose to his feet with not an expression one saw everyday. "You have a visitor" The guard continued and drew his door open. Colton's eyes lit up in shock with a smirk creeping to the corner of his lips. "A visitor?" He echoed and his hands was bound in a pair of metal handcuffs before he escorted to the visiting room. The jailer left him by the door and his eyes settled on the one table that was half occupied.On one end was a nicely dressed man in a tuxedo and a briefcase placed to the table. Colton looked around the dimly lit room with a suspicious gaze and then he inched closer to take the seat. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and raucous."Good day to you too" The man replied with a certain level of equanimity unmatched and Colton cleared his throat. Their eyes locked for a tense second before the man pulled out a clipboard. Colton looked back

"You're not pregnant."In that moment, a breath of relief escaped her sour lips and Kayla pushed a hard lump down her throat. It was a sunny morning in Arlingtons Height and that day marked a month since what happened to her husband, Colton.Call it paranoia but the few days leading to this one, she had felt the hunch that she might have been pregnant because they’d been trying months ago—months before she realized the atrocious monster that he was. Slowly, she’d met her peace during these four weeks but his mother seemed to still blame her for his disappearance.As she sat in that chair, it was not as if she didn’t miss him.Because she did, on top of that she wished things might have been different. She’d wanted to get pregnant for the longest time but sitting there again, she wasn’t sure what she wanted. Wasn’t sure if that breath was one of worry or of relief.Her family planning doctor sat forward in his chair but he still held the results on a thin sheet of paper in his hands. K

“Isabella.”Resting his head against her door, he called her name. Leonardo knocked a million times but there was no response and then his hands fell around the door knob and it lightly gave way. There was a creaking steady noise but that wasn’t what scared him.It was the fact that he stood face to face with an empty room——the kind that resonated a disturbing energy, neatly tidied bed and dusted shelves, barely any piece of clothing around nor personal belongings. Isabella’s bag was gone and so was she and when Leonardo halted, his heart shuddered in his chest.“Sir” Catching his breath, he turned around to where Tessa called him and he pointed behind him with an arch between his brows. “Where is she—i was about to call her for dinner and i walked in and it’s empty” He tried to calm his shaky voice and he pushed a hard lump down his throat.“Did you not see my calls?” Tessa whispered, a crack in hers and he pulled out his phone to shake his head. “She left a few hours ago with a bag

Jazzlyn’s sight was set upon the swaying transparent curtains as they drifted against the winds that flushed through the cabin windows. She was lying across the bed when the morning shore scent breezed through her nose mixed with the chef’s early breakfast aroma.Los Angeles was as different to Norman as it could possibly be. The breeze from the sea was cold and often times the sight, more beautiful. There was a traditional bustling vibe you would get but with a mix of strong community—that was only when you did dive further into the city. Having spent a majority of their vacation days on the beach however, Daniel and Jazzy had accustomed themselves to the diversity and enchante of the place.Enchante, because most people would argue that LA was just as much as a city of love as Paris was.She parted her eyes open after an adrenaline-filled night and her hands softly toiled the edges of his moist skin. When Jazzy lifted her gaze, they were immediately met by his eyes that were alread