I turned my head to Luther, who was lying next to me and sleeping soundly. His arm wrapped around my waist and his cheeks pressed against the pillow. I lifted my hand and gently ran my hand through his messy hair. I gazed at his lips that were slightly parted and small snores were escaping from those. I smiled and moved my hand down on his handsome face which looked charming, without a deep frown between his brows.My phone beeped with a text message. Sadness crushed me when I realized who could text me at 4 A.M. Ned! I had to leave Luther forever! I had no choice. I’m sorry Luther.I leaned over and gave a peck on his lips. I gently held his hand and placed it on the pillow and leaped to my feet. I tiptoed to the wardrobe and removed a pair of jeans and a top before disappearing into the bathroom. After a while, I got out and tied my hair into a ponytail, and grabbed my handbag. Suddenly, Luther’s shiny pistol caught my attention. I approached the nightstand and grabbed it. It was

Again, my stomach rolled, and I dashed to the small bathroom and threw up. I vomited four times that day. I grabbed a towel and wiped my mouth off, feeling an acidic taste on my tongue. I leaned against the concrete wall of the toilet, feeling dizzy. I could not understand what was happening to me for the last few days. I had been feeling tired, sick, and dizzy. I gazed at the dark ceiling which only gave me a shiver down my spine. This place was very scary. No lights, only darkness. I didn’t know Luther treated all his enemies this way. Maybe he was granting me privilege because I got my food on time and even fresh clothes. The only problem I had been facing was a bed that stank horribly. Maybe that was the reason I had been throwing up for a few days. This place was small, smelly, and dirty. I never thought that such a place could be possible in such a splendid mansion.I huffed and turned to sink and splashed some cold water onto my face, wishing the cold liquid would ease my tens

Third Person He saw thick black smoke billowing upwards and turning the pale blue sky into the dark and slowly swallowing up the entire sky. His heart hammered in his chest when he caught smoke coming from his house. Abandoning everything, he rose to his feet and ran towards it. He raced down the road and ran with his whole strength. Now, he could listen and felt people shouting and running towards it, he could smell the smoke now, acrid filling the air.And then he stopped dead in his tracks when he caught the sight of a burning mansion. His house! His family! And His only memories! The doors and windows cracked and burst all over the place as flames engulfed all that was in sight and sparing nothing. It looked like someone had set a bomb beneath it. The entire place exploded with fierce fire. He could see the explosion of orange flame that enveloped the beautiful mansion, raging through it in a flash and devouring everything in it. He could hardly breathe for the terror in his h

I ran my hand over the sheets that smelled like him. I knew last night he was here with me, in this room. I breathed sharply and closed my eyes, swallowing hard, and my chest tightened with pain. I had so many questions in my head, but no answers. Would he be happy if I left him forever? How could I leave him in this condition? He needs me, but he never shows me once. I felt like after the death of Cassius; we were getting closer with every passing day. I was startled when my phone rang out. I glanced at the phone on the nightstand and then checked the time: it was 4:30 A.M. Who had called me this early morning? I sat down and snatched it from the nightstand and caught the unknown number. Frowning, I picked up and brought the phone to my ear. “Mrs. Noelle Spraggins,” a deep and terrifying voice said. His voice was familiar, and then my eyes widened in shock when I recognized Devitos! “How’re you, sweetheart?” He laughed darkly and sensed my anxiety. “You don’t have to be scared o

Leo pulled up in front of a brown building that appeared to be abandoned. I climbed off, looking across the deserted street. I noticed that not a single bird was flying there. That place was strangely quiet and empty and it was giving me goosebumps all over my body. Leo stepped out. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” He taunted. I could feel a smirk in his voice. “There is no way to get out of here.” I kept my expression fixed and walked towards the building, ignoring his sneer. He walked up next to me and slid the security card along the slot. Once it was confirmed, the huge brown door slid open, revealing the granite floor and white walls. We stepped inside. I flinched when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I wanted to stab my shoes in his as hard as I could. “Well…” a rough voice said from behind us. “You’ve finally got her in your arms.” I turned my gaze to that man. He was the same old man with gray hair and blue eyes. “She is indeed beautiful.” He la