“Hello?” She sapped her head up, her eyes shooting open. Another male doctor stood in front of them.“You're King Johannson's family, right?”She stood up immediately with her mother, their hands still locked.“Yes.” They answered simultaneously.They were his family alright, Jamal didn’t even come close.The doctor lips pressed into a thin line. Her heart thudded.“I’m sorry. He's dead.”*Words could not describe the wave of emotions that hit her, the minute the doctor uttered those words. She didn’t shout or scream or wail or abuse the doctor, she went numb. The emotions were too much that her heart shut them all down. She couldn’t feel.She didn’t notice the doctor's eyes widen even if she was staring at him or hear the next words that came out of his mouth.King, King Johannson, her King was… dead? It just didn’t seem possible. He couldn’t die, he couldn’t leave her, not now, not so early and especially not by the hands of Jamal.“Joan!”He still had a lot to do in t

“Don’t kill them. We can work something out.”The man chuckled, still with his back turned, “My terms are higher this time.”“I would have accepted if you were the one in charge, you work for someone.”“True.”“So you're basically useless.”“Have a good dark night while the boy does, Mr. Victor with no surname.”*“I'll wait outside.”A nod was Joan’s reply to her mother’s words. The door clicked shut a few moments after. She was still standing. There was a chair there by his bedside but she stood, her eyes fixed on King.It all seemed so unreal, he seemed unreal. She had just talked with him earlier that day, her King, always on his feet, full of life, was now subdued to lie on a hospital bed, helpless and vulnerable.She wiped the lone tear that slipped down her cheek. A continuous beeping was the only sound heard in the quiet room. Machines were connected to him, an oxygen mask on his face that was decorated with plasters and stitches. His head was wrapped in a bandage, th

And you will be with me all through, in fact, you'll help me, you'll destroy your beloved best friend with your own hands and finally, you'll be my daughter again and I would make sure no other rascal steals you away from me. You’re my daughter, you bear my name, you belong to me and me alone. I hope you understand, now be a good daughter and follow me home.”*The door to his prison slammed open for the fourth time since he was captured. He expected the usual masked armed men followed by the tall structure of a leader but this time it was only the tall structure of the leader that came in, just him, no bodyguards. He smiled, despite his irritated mood and hunger, it was a good sign.“Here to strike a good deal?” he asked in his usual snarky tone.The leader shut the door before turning to him“Victor with no surname.” Came the leader's cold voice.“You know my name, I don’t know yours.”“As it should be.”The leader walked to a corner of the room and the next, Victor saw him pulling

She had been afraid she would no longer think of him as someone she loved but as a stranger or even someone she hated, she was afraid she would damage him; and she had buried the thought deep deep down where she could not get to it. Now her mother threatened her with those same fears and it scared her, broke her because she knew just how easy Mrs. Michaels could manipulate her, Joan Michaels.*She tried hard not to cry. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her life would become the way it was, that she would be afraid of her own mother. She felt alone, she was alone... So was King... In his coma.He wasn't safe in the hospital. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that her mother was harmless... the uneasy feeling didn't leave her. She treasured King more at that moment... And there was the unknown... What exactly did they want?She itched her hair, fighting back tears. She really was alone, she had no one to turn to for help, no one at ... She paused, rememb

"I am tired" she said in a voice choked with tears, "I am so tired. I want you back."Her free hand came over her face and she wept, shoulders shaking terribly, her heart in a shattered mess. Her hand holding his grasped tightly, feeling, remembering the many times he had held her hands, and she wept even more."I want you back" she cried amidst the tears, "Please, King , please... Come back to me."He heard... And so did the shadows that lurked in the darkness.*Joan watched Koty come up to them. He looked more handsome each time she saw him. He was working out, she noticed as she examined his dressing; his armless v-neck white shirt that clung tight to his skin accentuated the growing muscles under and the muscles on his exposed arms flexed with each movement he made; he had on grey shorts and a bandana was tied around his black hair and his look was perfected with the cute smile he wore. He strode to them, hands in pocket."Girls." He greeted when he came up to them.The girls bei