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  • June Break-Episode 42

    June Break-Episode 42

     

    JUNE BREAK

    June Break-Episode 42


    .
    It rang but he didn’t pick up and I called again but no response.
    I decided to move on, no matter how hard it may be.
    After all the expenses that was used in renovating my apartment, I had little left in my account.
    It won’t be enough to start the small business I plan on doing. The best option will be to get a job.
    John was running another medical program, he had to move out of his sister’s house and comes around for a visit during weekend
    Cecil gave birth to a baby boy and there was a small party in the compound.
    I even went in search for a nice gift for both mother and child.
    I picked something affordable for two of them and she was very grateful.
    I stop by mostly at her place to check on how the baby was doing.
    John told me that going to his school program from his sister end was good but he really do not want to disturb them now that there’s a new baby.
    He decided to stay with his friend for the meantime until he gets his own place.
    He said he studied medicine and still has an extra program after the current one so that he can become a qualified doctor.
    I really don’t know how all the too much reading works for him but I still wish him best of luck.
    And we talks whenever he comes visiting which is mostly weekends.
    He gives me all the gist, I enjoy listening and cracking jokes with him for only the period that he’s around.
    He asked me about school, if I don’t want to further my education and I told him that i will but I need to get a good paying job first.
    He said I may not be able to get a very good paying job without a good certificate, but if I really wanted to further my education then I need to take it seriously.
    He mentioned about some distance learning and part time schools that I can go while still working.
    All I needed is weekend to go to my school programs while I use week days to do my normal work.
    It was a fantastic idea and I have never thought of that before.
    That was exactly what I’m going to do, my schooling will only be on weekends and it won’t get in the way of my job.
    I thanked John for the wonderful idea and resumed my serious job hunt
    I continued searching for job as each day comes and goes.
    Transportation and feeding with other necessity were digging deep into the remaining money I had left.
    In few weeks from now I will be broke and may start selling somethings I had in the house to survive
    I won’t let it come to that.
    I attended few interview and was asked to resume but the working condition did not fall inline with my plans.
    The two interviews that I attended open office on Saturday and one  said I must be present.
    They close earlier around 1pm while the other company does not work every weekend.
     Although their pay were too poor, I could I have still managed but I needed a Job that weekend will not be included at all.
    I kept searching untill I got a job at a big unisex boutique which was a close bustop to Phil’s company.
    They also have phone accessories next shop and I will be operating from both end.
    The pay was good and the job description isn’t that difficult.
    They asked if I can work on Saturday and I told them that I can’t that I’m planing on starting a weekend program and wouldn’t want to promise what I can’t do.
    The manager said no problem and that was how the job was given to me as a customer attendant
    My job is to be attending to customers, following them around as they pick whatever they wants, then I’m to help them carry their picked items to the cashier who will check and issue the bill to them.
    As easy as it sound it wasn’t really very easy to do but I can manage because I have my weekend off.
    Phil never showed up at my place again or called, I try calling him few occasions but he wouldn’t pick.
    I believe he has moved on and I just have to move on too but I still don’t know how to do that.
    I’m trying to forget him and focus but there is no day that passes by that I don’t think about Phil.
    He crosses my mind every day and I really don’t know what to do.
    I found out that is mostly rich men and women that comes to shop in this boutique and they sometimes leave a good tips.
    Aside my salary, I was also getting little money that sums up to a good amount
    The prices of the items are really high and a low salary earner can’t afford them.
    I collected my first salary and began to save for my part time weekend school 
    I also brought out some for my personal expenses.
    If I collect salary up-to three times, I will begin my school registration.
    Atleast by then I will have enough money to do that. 
    The cashier got a better job and decided to resign at the end of the upcoming month
    My manager said I will take over from her once she leaves and that means More money for me.
    I was already looking forward to the day the cashier will leave so that I can assume her post with a better pay.
    I was at work as usual one day but wasn’t impressed with the day sales record. we couldn’t record much sales and it wasn’t unusual because it happens sometimes.
     I only attended to two customers and was looking forward to another when a man that looked so much like Phil walked in with a lady
    My heart double skip before I took a deep breath to relax. It can’t possibly be Phil, so I thought.
    When I approached the young man and his woman so that I can assist in showing them around and also our new arrivals too, that was when I came face to face with the truth.
    Phil? Oh my God is Phil, he was with a beautiful lady.
    I almost disappeared into a hole but thank God that I wasn’t a rat.
    “April? He exclaimed surprised when he saw me
    I was far more surprised to see him than he was.
    I was speechless and unstable as he stared at me while the lady beside him appears confused.
    I need to do something before I embarrass myself in front of him and his lady but the truth is that i don’t even know what to do.
    (Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH’S HEART stories)
  • June Break-Episode 38

    June Break-Episode 38

     

    JUNE BREAK

    June Break-Episode 38


    .
    He came down and in no time we drove out.
    Surprisingly Louise was still outside the gate, he was standing beside the company’s flowered wall watching and waiting like a hawk.
    I try to make sure that he sees me and not just seeing me but seeing that I was with Phil.
    He can’t never get around how it all worked out because Phil and I are supposed to be enemies, Phil was meant to hate me and not come anywhere close to me after discovering the shocking secret about me and Louise.
    I know it will be hard for Louise to get out of shock after seeing us together again.
    I was tempted to stick out my tongue or even my middle finger at him but I turned down the urge.
    Phil was beside me and may not like that at all. I just wanted to put everything about Louise behind me.
    He stood watching with all his eyes pooping out of it’s sucket.
    The huge urge to stone him with one leg of my shoe or do something that will hurt his feeling greatly came with full force.
    I bent down and removed one leg of my shoe, I lifted it to my hand, holding it tight.
    I realized that the glass was up and looked over at Phil, he looked back at me
    “What are you doing? He asked as he saw me holding my shoe in my hand 
    “Oh..I, I want to spit out saliva but the glass is up, can you roll it down a bit?
    “You want to threw out saliva that’s in your mouth with your shoe in hand? You intend to throw that shoe at Louise right? That’s a foolish thinking and you’re not ready to stop lying over little things that doesn’t really count..”
    I ignored him and lowered my shoe back to my feet.
    We drove past and I looked back at Louise, he couldn’t stop staring.
    I’m so glad he didn’t get any money or even my presence. 
    I wanted to say all thanks to Phil but only if he stop being rude to me.
    He stopped at one of the fast food I love, parked and we got down.
    We walked in and sat to eat.
    He moved the menu towards me.
    I don’t really mind anything at all. I just wanted to get filled and get out.
    I checked through the menu and pointed at rice and chicken with vegetable salad.
    The waiter that was at our table took our orders and left.
    Phil and I didn’t say anything to each other, I was sitting opposite him and staring at people walking in and out, also people eating alone and those in twos or in more company.
    Phil was busy with his phone and didn’t say a word to me.
    I wanted to start a conversation but I didn’t really know what to say and didn’t want to push my lucks with him.
    Our food arrived and we started eating in silent
    I realized that I was more hungry than I thought.
    He ate a little and push back the plate which signaled that he was done.
    He still had lots of food and meat on his plate.
    He was sipping his drink while busy with his phone and waiting for me to be done.
    I ate all of mine and stared at his plate of half eaten food
    “Do you still want it or I should eat it..”
    I asked trying not to sound too desperate.
    “I’m through with it..” he replied and he watched as I carried his leftover and began to eat.
    He didn’t say anything as he went back to his phone.
    I belch aloud unknowingly. 
    He looked at me disgusted.
    “, I’m sorry, I didn’t even know it will make a loud noise..” I quickly replied.
    “Can we be on our way now or you still want more food?
    “I’m filled, we can go. Thanks alot for the food..”
    He nooded and asked if I wanted to take home some more food.
    “If it won’t be a problem, I don’t mind at all..” I replied wearing a smile.
    He asked the waiter to package some food which he quickly paid for.
    We left with my hands filled with food packs
    As he drove, he asked me which of the area I live.
    I mentioned it to him and he said he wasn’t very familiar with that side, he will stop on the way and I can continue my journey from there.
    But instead of stopping on the way like he said he drove on, I kept directing him on the right road to my house.
    We stopped at the gate of my house, he heaved a sigh before saying
    “I will transfer your money later tonight, when I get home. You don’t need to come to the office again tomorrow, Is not necessary. Hope you’re still using the same bank account details? 
    I replied affirmatively.
    I sat still not ready to get down, he looked over at me
    “What’s it…is there a problem? Why are you not getting down. isn’t this your house again?
    I felt embarrassed and speechless as I gently opened the car and get down with all the food he got for me.
    He reversed and speed off.
    I wondered what I was actually waiting for, maybe a little gist, laughter with a suiting kiss like we used to do before things went sour.
    I walked into the gate and straight to my apartment.
    I saw a young and good looking man walking around the compound.
    A new face I haven’t noticed before or maybe because I just moved in yesterday.
    I didn’t pay attention to him as I kept moving to my apartment. 
    He walked up to me and greeted.
    “, Hi, I’m John. My sister lives next to your apartment. I mean the pregnant lady, she’s my elder sister. I just came to pay them a visit this afternoon and will be around for maybe a week. Probably, we will get to know each other better..if that’s fine with you..”
    I nodded with a smile and continued my walk down.
    he suddenly said behind me. “I didn’t get your name..?
    I apologized before telling him my name.
    He said it was very nice to meet a pretty Lady like me with a unique name.
    He asked if I was a model and I replied that I wasn’t.
    I was too tired to start conversing with him, I needed to get inside my house and take a long shower and an uninterrupted rest.
    Although he was indeed a good looking young man but Phil was all that occupies my mind now not John but having a friend around isn’t a bad idea.
    I turned and walk away to my apartment.
     He stood staring at me from behind.
    (Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH’S HEART stories)
  • Exclusively Yours – Episode 21

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 21

     

    EXCLUSIVELY YOURS

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 21


    Subtitle; {Please, Love Me}

               ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                  
    Olivia’s POV 
    I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the annoying ding ringing repeatedly in my head. I tossed and turned on the bed, hoping the movement would drown out the noise, but it continued ringing persistently.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Frustrated, I rolled onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow, kicking my feet against the bed. I lifted my head to check the time on my digital clock and noticed it was only 2:20 am.
    Sitting up, I reached for the source of the incessant noise – my phone. My eyes widened as they met the screen, flooded with countless notifications. I tapped one, my mouth falling open as I read the headline.
    ~ BREAKING NEWS: RICCARDO TORRENCE HAS A NEW GIRL IN HIS NET.
    The article included a picture of Riccardo and me kissing against a sunset backdrop.
    My entire body went cold and a shudder ran through me, whether from the sudden chill in the room or from the flashback of the kiss, I couldn’t tell. A lump formed in my throat, and anxiety slowly crept in.
    I tapped on another notification.
    ~ HEADLINE NEWS: IS THIS REAL OR ARE WE DREAMING? RICCARDO TORRENCE WITH ANOTHER GIRL!!!!!!
    ~ NEWS NEWS: RICCARDO TORRENCE’S NEW TOY?
    ~ BREAKING HEADLINES: WHO IS SHE?!
    As I scrolled through article after article, my body grew hot, sweat forming despite the air conditioning. I wet my lips and clicked on one more headline.
    ~ IS THIS ANOTHER SHORT-TERM HOOK-UP FOR RICCARDO TORRENCE?
    I let out a breath before diving into the article. The words seemed to stretch out, but the intensity of my body’s heat only grew.
    – Yesterday, at exactly 4:30 pm, Riccardo was seen at a downtown convenience store kissing another girl. Who is she? What’s their relationship? And the most important question, why does he seem so whipped with her?
    I flinched as my ringtone shattered the silence of my room. I sighed and tapped the answer icon.
    “Hey, City,” I muttered, standing up and walking to the window.
    She must have heard and seen the news, but that was no surprise. Felicity always kept up-to-date with both entertainment and world news.
    “Hi, babe. Are you seeing what I’m seeing? How are you going to handle your newfound fame?”
    I scoffed, rolling my eyes in annoyance as I sat on the windowsill. “I don’t know how to answer that question.”
    She laughed. “So you and Riccardo were on a date yesterday? You didn’t tell me!”
    “We weren’t on a date. We went to see his parents.”
    “Oh.” Felicity drawled teasingly. “How was it? Did they treat you well? If they didn’t, I’ll go there right now and give them a piece of my mind.”
    I turned the knob on the window and pushed it open, letting the fresh air brush against my face. I nodded, biting the inside of my mouth. “There’s no need for that. His parents were really nice.”
    “I still can’t believe you’re dating THE Riccardo Torrence. It’s unbelievable.”
    “Why is it? Riccardo is human and so am I. Why is it so unbelievable?” 
    “Livvie, don’t get me wrong. You know I love you, but you have to admit that your relationship with Riccardo was unexpected and unbelievable. I mean, you’re engaged to marry him. This is big!” 
    I let my eyes drop to my fingers, which met with the glistening band around my ring finger. The diamond sat on the band, shining in the dark room. I flexed my fingers, still trying to get used to the feeling of the ring around it. 
    “Yes, you could say that. How am I going to go out tomorrow?” 
    “The same way you always do, with your legs or car. But I don’t suggest you go out tomorrow. Riccardo’s fans, which are mostly female fans, are cràzy!” 
    “I know, but that doesn’t mean that I should stay locked up at home.” 
    I need to go see Aunt DeeDee even more now that this news is spreading like wildfire. I wanted to tell her and the remaining family members on my terms, but it came out this way. I’m one hundred percent sure that the síck bastàrd, Riccardo, is responsible for it. 
    “The picture is a good one, though. The paparazzi really captured the moment. It was cute.” 
    I’ll kíll that pest.
    I will kíll him.
    “Yeah, whatever. I don’t want this fame, and I’m getting it.” 
    “Well, it’s the perk of being Riccardo Torrence’s fiancée.” My best friend chimed happily. “Let’s meet later. Axel has been acting wéird.” 
    He has?
    I didn’t notice.
    We haven’t talked in two days, and the last time we did speak was over the phone, and he sounded okay to me. 
    “You sure?” I tilted my head, confused and worried. 
    “Yep.” 
    “Alright. We’ll see today. Noon?” 
    “Alright. At his office?” 
    “Yeah.” 
    “Okay, Ms. Torrence. See you.” 
    Before I could say anything, she hung up. I shook my head, stood up, and exited the room. The room was pitch-black, completely void of light as I strolled over to the kitchen to quench the fire inside of me. 
    The light from the refrigerator dimmed the room briefly when I opened it to take out a bottle of water, and darkness returned to the surroundings after I closed it. After unscrewing the cap of the water bottle, I gulped down the amount I wanted and rested on the counter, taking my phone from the countertop. 
    I scrolled through the contacts on my phone and tapped the one I wanted to talk to. A phone rang, echoing through the walls of the dark room. 
    “W-who is that?” I asked, terrified. My breathing unsteady. 
    A rush of pañic and anxiéty washed over me, and the thumping of my heart could be heard from miles away. Despite my attempts to turn the flashlight on my phone on, it seemed to be frozen. 
    “I said, who are you?” 
    A presence was right in the room with me. I could feel it. I could feel it staring into my soul and feeding on my feàr. I gulped, a shiver running down my spine, and I shuddered. The footsteps of the person slowly, so slowly approached me, and the room became constricting. 
    Step.
    Step.
    Step.
    Step.
    My heart raced fast, and yet I couldn’t breathe. The same ringtone broke through the air again, and when the person brought it to their face, I froze, angér seeping into my blood as the light from the phone shone on his face. 
    “Hi, sunshine.” Riccardo’s voice came out dark, deep, and rough. “Why are you calling me this early in the morning?” 
    “What’s wrong with you?! Why the héll did you break into my house?!” 
    “Language.” He dared to tell me to watch my tongue after scaring me nearly half to déath. 
    I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I took two or three steps towards him. “You don’t get to tell me that. Riccardo, I’ve already told you that I’ll say, do, and wear whatever the héll I want, and you won’t do a dàmn thing about it. Get it into your thick skull. Get out the same way you came in. Just get the fúck out of my house and my life!” 
    In a second, my back slamméd hard against the wall. Pàin ran down my back, and it immediately brought tears to my eyes. His hands held both of my hands above my head on the wall, while the other one stayed on my waist, gripping it tight enough to inflict pàin. 
    In the dark, Riccardo’s figure seemed to tower over me even more. It was like he grew ten inches taller in a minute. His tall, strong body pressed mine against the wall and his dark eyes pierced into mine with so much fúry, so much angér.
    I couldn’t see any of his facial expressions, but his eyes shone in the dark, and it was more than enough to show me that he didn’t like what I said one bit. 
    A psychopathíc chuckle broke out of his mouth, close to my ear. “First thing you need to know is that I will never leave you alone. Never in this life. You are mine. The second thing you also need to know is that when I say something, you listen and don’t be a bràt. You don’t get to defy my words, Olivia.” His voice was low, so low I could barely hear it. It was maniacàl, making me tremble. “Understood?” 
    I nodded my head, words refusing to leave my mouth. My air passage was blocked by something, and I was close to suffocating. 
    “Use your pretty little mouth that you have a knack for running.” He demanded, tightening his grip on my wrists. “Do you understand, Olivia?” 
    “Y-yes,” I managed to choke out. 
    His hand left my waist for a second, and the lights turned on. I looked up, and he was smiling down at me, his dimples and all. I blinked once, twice, thrice to see if my eyes were seeing what they were seeing. 
    What the héck is happening? 
    “I must say, you look so ravishing in this night dress,” his eyes ran down my body, a dark gleam shining in them. “Red is definitely your color,” he remarked, still enjoying letting his eyes linger on my lacy night dress. “You finally let your hair up.” 
    I struggled to get out of his grip, but he scoffed, mocking my attempt. “Let go.”
    “Say you’re mine first.”
    “I’ll never say that.”
    “Say it.”
    “No.”
    Riccardo’s index finger trailed gently on my face, then he smirked. “You won’t say it?”
    “I won’t.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.” I tried to jerk my hands out of his grip again but failed.
    “Okay, I can wait.” Riccardo let go of my wrists, and they fell to my sides. “Very soon, you will say with your delicious little mouth that you love to run.”
    “In your dreams.” I pushed him off my body and took a couple of steps away from him, staring down at my abused wrists.
    “It already happened.”
    “You’re a fréak. A freakiñg psychopàth.”
    He shrugged nonchalantly. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.”
    “Don’t call me that.”
    “Do you prefer ‘good girl’?” He grinned, facepalming himself and hissing dramatically. “Oh, I know the answer to that.” An annoying smirk spread out proudly on his stupid face that I wanted to disfiguré with a fork because he doesn’t deserve to be that good-looking.
    “Why me?” The question was sudden, and he couldn’t have expected it.
    Riccardo rested against the wall, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I actually don’t know that myself. I’ve spent one month asking myself that question. I kept asking myself why I’m so attracted to you. Was it love at first sight? I don’t know. It sounds a little cliche, but when I saw you dancing in that club…” He paused, a small smile on his lips. “You were breathtaking in that little dress you wore. My heart skipped a beat before it started beating faster. I couldn’t talk for a minute, literally, and my eyes couldn’t leave you as you danced and jumped with Felicity…”
    Wait.
    “You know Felicity?” I cut him short, sharply.
    “Yes. I know every single piece of information about you.”
    “That sounds creépy.”
    His laughter breezed through the atmosphere, his dimples adorning his face and his pearly whites grinning at me. I froze, unable to even breathe or blink.
    He is beautiful.
    His laugh is soothing.
    I never thought someone’s laugh could be soothing.
    “That’s what you do to me. You make me màd, in a good way.”
    “I don’t think that’s possible. There’s only one type of màd, and it isn’t good.”
    His steps toward me were precise, and when he reached me, his hand wrapped around my waist. “If you say so.”
    “You’re clingy. I don’t like that.”
    “You’re lying.”
    What does he mean?
    “Excuse me?”
    “You like it when I touch you. You like it when I’m close to you. Your eyes don’t lié, even if your mouth does.”
    That’s bullshít!
    “You don’t know me, so don’t act like you do.”
    “I do know you. I’ve kept an eye on you for three years, and there is nothing I do not know about you.”
    I straightened up, raising my head defiantly. “What is my middle name?”
    He can’t know that. 
    It’s impossible. I’ve never written down my middle name in any official or unofficial document. It was as if it wasn’t even my name. 
    “Renee.”
    What the… 
    How does he know that?
    I hid my surprise. “When did Felicity and I become friends?”
    “Middle school.”
    “Axel?”
    His hold on my waist tightened a little, and his eyes darkened a shade. “Last year of high school.” The discomfort was evident from his body, his eyes, and his tone. “Another question?”
    “You don’t like Axel?”
    “I know he is an idíot, and I simply don’t have any feelings whatsoever towards idióts.”
    Hmm.
    Something happened between them, and I just have to find out one way or another.
    I nodded my head as the idea dropped in. I lifted my hand and wrapped them around his neck. His brows raised as he stared at me, somewhat confused.
    “If I let you kiss me again, will you tell me why you and Axel haté each other?”
    “Cute try, baby, but I can kiss you whenever I want.” He pecked my lips. “See? Up the prize, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
    I cleared my throat, not releasing his neck. My fingers slipped into his hair, and he sighed, his eyes slowly closing. “What do you want?”
    Séx?
    That can only be the reason why he is after me. Why else would he want to marry me when he doesn’t even know me?
    “That was a wrong question on your part,” Riccardo replied, a hidden tone in his voice.
    “Why?”
    “I want you to count me the only worthy man to take care of your heart for the rest of eternity. Can I get that?” He tilted his head, patiently waiting for my answer, but it didn’t come. “I can wait. I’ll wait.” He gave me a small smile and kissed me on my forehead.
    He doesn’t want séx?
    He isn’t doing this to get me in his bed?
    He actually loves me?
    But why?!
    “How are you so certain that you’ll get it?”
    “If you want me the way your eyes are telling me, then you can come to love me, and that day will come very soon.” His voice sounded so certain, so deep, so rough, and domineering. “I can’t wait for that day.”
    “What if it never comes?”
    “It will.”
    “Okay. Let’s wait and see.” I shrugged my shoulders, dropping my hands from his shoulders.
    He poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue. “Is that a challenge?”
    Is it?
    Did it sound like one?
    I shrugged just one shoulder, a smirk playing on my lips. “Maybe it is.”
    “I love a challenge.”
    “So do I.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Yes. In fact, if you can get me to love you before a year runs out, I can also get you to swéar in that same duration.”
    Riccardo threw his head backward, laughing hysterically, like I just said the biggest joke in the world. “Impossible. I will never swéar.”
    “Okay.”
    TBC 📖✍️
  • Exclusively Yours – Episode 21

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 21

     

    EXCLUSIVELY YOURS

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 21


    Subtitle; {Please, Love Me}

               ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                  
    Olivia’s POV 
    I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the annoying ding ringing repeatedly in my head. I tossed and turned on the bed, hoping the movement would drown out the noise, but it continued ringing persistently.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Ping.
    Frustrated, I rolled onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow, kicking my feet against the bed. I lifted my head to check the time on my digital clock and noticed it was only 2:20 am.
    Sitting up, I reached for the source of the incessant noise – my phone. My eyes widened as they met the screen, flooded with countless notifications. I tapped one, my mouth falling open as I read the headline.
    ~ BREAKING NEWS: RICCARDO TORRENCE HAS A NEW GIRL IN HIS NET.
    The article included a picture of Riccardo and me kissing against a sunset backdrop.
    My entire body went cold and a shudder ran through me, whether from the sudden chill in the room or from the flashback of the kiss, I couldn’t tell. A lump formed in my throat, and anxiety slowly crept in.
    I tapped on another notification.
    ~ HEADLINE NEWS: IS THIS REAL OR ARE WE DREAMING? RICCARDO TORRENCE WITH ANOTHER GIRL!!!!!!
    ~ NEWS NEWS: RICCARDO TORRENCE’S NEW TOY?
    ~ BREAKING HEADLINES: WHO IS SHE?!
    As I scrolled through article after article, my body grew hot, sweat forming despite the air conditioning. I wet my lips and clicked on one more headline.
    ~ IS THIS ANOTHER SHORT-TERM HOOK-UP FOR RICCARDO TORRENCE?
    I let out a breath before diving into the article. The words seemed to stretch out, but the intensity of my body’s heat only grew.
    – Yesterday, at exactly 4:30 pm, Riccardo was seen at a downtown convenience store kissing another girl. Who is she? What’s their relationship? And the most important question, why does he seem so whipped with her?
    I flinched as my ringtone shattered the silence of my room. I sighed and tapped the answer icon.
    “Hey, City,” I muttered, standing up and walking to the window.
    She must have heard and seen the news, but that was no surprise. Felicity always kept up-to-date with both entertainment and world news.
    “Hi, babe. Are you seeing what I’m seeing? How are you going to handle your newfound fame?”
    I scoffed, rolling my eyes in annoyance as I sat on the windowsill. “I don’t know how to answer that question.”
    She laughed. “So you and Riccardo were on a date yesterday? You didn’t tell me!”
    “We weren’t on a date. We went to see his parents.”
    “Oh.” Felicity drawled teasingly. “How was it? Did they treat you well? If they didn’t, I’ll go there right now and give them a piece of my mind.”
    I turned the knob on the window and pushed it open, letting the fresh air brush against my face. I nodded, biting the inside of my mouth. “There’s no need for that. His parents were really nice.”
    “I still can’t believe you’re dating THE Riccardo Torrence. It’s unbelievable.”
    “Why is it? Riccardo is human and so am I. Why is it so unbelievable?” 
    “Livvie, don’t get me wrong. You know I love you, but you have to admit that your relationship with Riccardo was unexpected and unbelievable. I mean, you’re engaged to marry him. This is big!” 
    I let my eyes drop to my fingers, which met with the glistening band around my ring finger. The diamond sat on the band, shining in the dark room. I flexed my fingers, still trying to get used to the feeling of the ring around it. 
    “Yes, you could say that. How am I going to go out tomorrow?” 
    “The same way you always do, with your legs or car. But I don’t suggest you go out tomorrow. Riccardo’s fans, which are mostly female fans, are cràzy!” 
    “I know, but that doesn’t mean that I should stay locked up at home.” 
    I need to go see Aunt DeeDee even more now that this news is spreading like wildfire. I wanted to tell her and the remaining family members on my terms, but it came out this way. I’m one hundred percent sure that the síck bastàrd, Riccardo, is responsible for it. 
    “The picture is a good one, though. The paparazzi really captured the moment. It was cute.” 
    I’ll kíll that pest.
    I will kíll him.
    “Yeah, whatever. I don’t want this fame, and I’m getting it.” 
    “Well, it’s the perk of being Riccardo Torrence’s fiancée.” My best friend chimed happily. “Let’s meet later. Axel has been acting wéird.” 
    He has?
    I didn’t notice.
    We haven’t talked in two days, and the last time we did speak was over the phone, and he sounded okay to me. 
    “You sure?” I tilted my head, confused and worried. 
    “Yep.” 
    “Alright. We’ll see today. Noon?” 
    “Alright. At his office?” 
    “Yeah.” 
    “Okay, Ms. Torrence. See you.” 
    Before I could say anything, she hung up. I shook my head, stood up, and exited the room. The room was pitch-black, completely void of light as I strolled over to the kitchen to quench the fire inside of me. 
    The light from the refrigerator dimmed the room briefly when I opened it to take out a bottle of water, and darkness returned to the surroundings after I closed it. After unscrewing the cap of the water bottle, I gulped down the amount I wanted and rested on the counter, taking my phone from the countertop. 
    I scrolled through the contacts on my phone and tapped the one I wanted to talk to. A phone rang, echoing through the walls of the dark room. 
    “W-who is that?” I asked, terrified. My breathing unsteady. 
    A rush of pañic and anxiéty washed over me, and the thumping of my heart could be heard from miles away. Despite my attempts to turn the flashlight on my phone on, it seemed to be frozen. 
    “I said, who are you?” 
    A presence was right in the room with me. I could feel it. I could feel it staring into my soul and feeding on my feàr. I gulped, a shiver running down my spine, and I shuddered. The footsteps of the person slowly, so slowly approached me, and the room became constricting. 
    Step.
    Step.
    Step.
    Step.
    My heart raced fast, and yet I couldn’t breathe. The same ringtone broke through the air again, and when the person brought it to their face, I froze, angér seeping into my blood as the light from the phone shone on his face. 
    “Hi, sunshine.” Riccardo’s voice came out dark, deep, and rough. “Why are you calling me this early in the morning?” 
    “What’s wrong with you?! Why the héll did you break into my house?!” 
    “Language.” He dared to tell me to watch my tongue after scaring me nearly half to déath. 
    I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I took two or three steps towards him. “You don’t get to tell me that. Riccardo, I’ve already told you that I’ll say, do, and wear whatever the héll I want, and you won’t do a dàmn thing about it. Get it into your thick skull. Get out the same way you came in. Just get the fúck out of my house and my life!” 
    In a second, my back slamméd hard against the wall. Pàin ran down my back, and it immediately brought tears to my eyes. His hands held both of my hands above my head on the wall, while the other one stayed on my waist, gripping it tight enough to inflict pàin. 
    In the dark, Riccardo’s figure seemed to tower over me even more. It was like he grew ten inches taller in a minute. His tall, strong body pressed mine against the wall and his dark eyes pierced into mine with so much fúry, so much angér.
    I couldn’t see any of his facial expressions, but his eyes shone in the dark, and it was more than enough to show me that he didn’t like what I said one bit. 
    A psychopathíc chuckle broke out of his mouth, close to my ear. “First thing you need to know is that I will never leave you alone. Never in this life. You are mine. The second thing you also need to know is that when I say something, you listen and don’t be a bràt. You don’t get to defy my words, Olivia.” His voice was low, so low I could barely hear it. It was maniacàl, making me tremble. “Understood?” 
    I nodded my head, words refusing to leave my mouth. My air passage was blocked by something, and I was close to suffocating. 
    “Use your pretty little mouth that you have a knack for running.” He demanded, tightening his grip on my wrists. “Do you understand, Olivia?” 
    “Y-yes,” I managed to choke out. 
    His hand left my waist for a second, and the lights turned on. I looked up, and he was smiling down at me, his dimples and all. I blinked once, twice, thrice to see if my eyes were seeing what they were seeing. 
    What the héck is happening? 
    “I must say, you look so ravishing in this night dress,” his eyes ran down my body, a dark gleam shining in them. “Red is definitely your color,” he remarked, still enjoying letting his eyes linger on my lacy night dress. “You finally let your hair up.” 
    I struggled to get out of his grip, but he scoffed, mocking my attempt. “Let go.”
    “Say you’re mine first.”
    “I’ll never say that.”
    “Say it.”
    “No.”
    Riccardo’s index finger trailed gently on my face, then he smirked. “You won’t say it?”
    “I won’t.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.” I tried to jerk my hands out of his grip again but failed.
    “Okay, I can wait.” Riccardo let go of my wrists, and they fell to my sides. “Very soon, you will say with your delicious little mouth that you love to run.”
    “In your dreams.” I pushed him off my body and took a couple of steps away from him, staring down at my abused wrists.
    “It already happened.”
    “You’re a fréak. A freakiñg psychopàth.”
    He shrugged nonchalantly. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.”
    “Don’t call me that.”
    “Do you prefer ‘good girl’?” He grinned, facepalming himself and hissing dramatically. “Oh, I know the answer to that.” An annoying smirk spread out proudly on his stupid face that I wanted to disfiguré with a fork because he doesn’t deserve to be that good-looking.
    “Why me?” The question was sudden, and he couldn’t have expected it.
    Riccardo rested against the wall, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I actually don’t know that myself. I’ve spent one month asking myself that question. I kept asking myself why I’m so attracted to you. Was it love at first sight? I don’t know. It sounds a little cliche, but when I saw you dancing in that club…” He paused, a small smile on his lips. “You were breathtaking in that little dress you wore. My heart skipped a beat before it started beating faster. I couldn’t talk for a minute, literally, and my eyes couldn’t leave you as you danced and jumped with Felicity…”
    Wait.
    “You know Felicity?” I cut him short, sharply.
    “Yes. I know every single piece of information about you.”
    “That sounds creépy.”
    His laughter breezed through the atmosphere, his dimples adorning his face and his pearly whites grinning at me. I froze, unable to even breathe or blink.
    He is beautiful.
    His laugh is soothing.
    I never thought someone’s laugh could be soothing.
    “That’s what you do to me. You make me màd, in a good way.”
    “I don’t think that’s possible. There’s only one type of màd, and it isn’t good.”
    His steps toward me were precise, and when he reached me, his hand wrapped around my waist. “If you say so.”
    “You’re clingy. I don’t like that.”
    “You’re lying.”
    What does he mean?
    “Excuse me?”
    “You like it when I touch you. You like it when I’m close to you. Your eyes don’t lié, even if your mouth does.”
    That’s bullshít!
    “You don’t know me, so don’t act like you do.”
    “I do know you. I’ve kept an eye on you for three years, and there is nothing I do not know about you.”
    I straightened up, raising my head defiantly. “What is my middle name?”
    He can’t know that. 
    It’s impossible. I’ve never written down my middle name in any official or unofficial document. It was as if it wasn’t even my name. 
    “Renee.”
    What the… 
    How does he know that?
    I hid my surprise. “When did Felicity and I become friends?”
    “Middle school.”
    “Axel?”
    His hold on my waist tightened a little, and his eyes darkened a shade. “Last year of high school.” The discomfort was evident from his body, his eyes, and his tone. “Another question?”
    “You don’t like Axel?”
    “I know he is an idíot, and I simply don’t have any feelings whatsoever towards idióts.”
    Hmm.
    Something happened between them, and I just have to find out one way or another.
    I nodded my head as the idea dropped in. I lifted my hand and wrapped them around his neck. His brows raised as he stared at me, somewhat confused.
    “If I let you kiss me again, will you tell me why you and Axel haté each other?”
    “Cute try, baby, but I can kiss you whenever I want.” He pecked my lips. “See? Up the prize, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
    I cleared my throat, not releasing his neck. My fingers slipped into his hair, and he sighed, his eyes slowly closing. “What do you want?”
    Séx?
    That can only be the reason why he is after me. Why else would he want to marry me when he doesn’t even know me?
    “That was a wrong question on your part,” Riccardo replied, a hidden tone in his voice.
    “Why?”
    “I want you to count me the only worthy man to take care of your heart for the rest of eternity. Can I get that?” He tilted his head, patiently waiting for my answer, but it didn’t come. “I can wait. I’ll wait.” He gave me a small smile and kissed me on my forehead.
    He doesn’t want séx?
    He isn’t doing this to get me in his bed?
    He actually loves me?
    But why?!
    “How are you so certain that you’ll get it?”
    “If you want me the way your eyes are telling me, then you can come to love me, and that day will come very soon.” His voice sounded so certain, so deep, so rough, and domineering. “I can’t wait for that day.”
    “What if it never comes?”
    “It will.”
    “Okay. Let’s wait and see.” I shrugged my shoulders, dropping my hands from his shoulders.
    He poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue. “Is that a challenge?”
    Is it?
    Did it sound like one?
    I shrugged just one shoulder, a smirk playing on my lips. “Maybe it is.”
    “I love a challenge.”
    “So do I.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Yes. In fact, if you can get me to love you before a year runs out, I can also get you to swéar in that same duration.”
    Riccardo threw his head backward, laughing hysterically, like I just said the biggest joke in the world. “Impossible. I will never swéar.”
    “Okay.”
    TBC 📖✍️
  • I Hate You Jace – Episode 39&40

    I Hate You Jace – Episode 39&40

     

    I HATE YOU JACE

    I Hate You Jace – Episode 39&40

    (You•Know•You•Love•Me)

    By Naomi Cindy B.

    ★★★★★★★★★★

    “Call me my pet name, and tell me you’re not mad at me anymore.” She whispered, and Jace gave her a long stare.

    Her fast heartbeats returned as she waited for his words, and her hand never left his cheek. She kept caressing gently, maintaining the eye contact.

    Jace’s lips slowly spread into a really big smile, and that warmed her heart instantly.

    A large smile covered her face too, and he leaned in to her ear, his warm breaths hitting her lobes and making her breaths quicken again, but she couldn’t hide her ticklishness …

    “Don’t laugh” Jace said, and the moment his breaths hit her lobes again, she laughed sillily.

    “I badly wanna spank your @ss for ruining my speech” he smiled again.

    “Can you keep smiling like that throughout tonight?” She asked.

    “Does that mean you’re spending the night here with me again?” He said, and she made an unsure face.

    “I don’t…

    “Please” he cut her off, and her eyes nearly popped.

    Ok spending time with this jerk shows her dozens of things she never would have imagined him to do.

    He’s the same person who apologized by saying sorry to her, and now he’s begging for another night?

    “I’m not sure” she said knowingly.

    “I just said please” he replied.

    “Say it again” she said.

    “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He said with his popular smirk, and she nodded with a pretty smile.

    “C’mon, say please again” she said, touching his brows this time as he walked into the passage.

    “Please…” He said, and she chuckled.

    He finally entered his room where he gently dropped her.

    “I’ll get you something to change into” he said, walking to the wardrobe to get dry clothes.

    Jarvis stayed still on a spot, and as the minty smell hit her nose, she smiled, taking her bottom lip into her mouth.

    Maybe she misses this room after all, and the fact that even his friends don’t know about this place but she knows, and she’s in his room with him, just the two of them…

    She feels kinda special, and even though she doesn’t want to get ahead of herself, she couldn’t suppress the feeling.

    “Here” he  suddenly said as he walked back to her with a white sweatshirt and cargo pants like the one he’s putting on.

    “Thanks” she took them from him, but he kept looking at her, and she made faces.

    “Mr. Jace motherfûking Braun, turn your back” she said.

    “Do I really have to? I mean…

    She turned his back by herself before he could finish, and he groaned.

    She smiled before starting to take off her wet clothes, including the br@. She’d have to keep on the p+nts since there’s no other alternative.

    She quickly put on the sweatshirt, and Jace immediately turned.

    “You can wear just that without the cargo pants, it covers your thighs already” he said, and she looked down at her legs.

    The rain is starting to stop outside, and the cold is not that much so she nodded, and he took the pants from her , then he started taking off his wet clothes too.

    Jarvis quickly turned her back…

    “I don’t mind having your eyes on me though” he said.

    “I’m not like you” she replied, and he chuckled, dressing up in the new pants and a armless white shirt.

    Jarvis turned back at once, only to meet him right behind her.

    “We should… yunno…dry our hairs” she said.

    Instead of answering, Jace engulfed her in his arms, all of her. He wrapped his arms on her, hugging her tightly while giving her hair subtle strokes.

    “Little cat” his nasal voice came, and her heart leapt as she hugged him back with a big smile.

    “Jace…” She whispered cutely, dipping her face in his chest.

    *

    PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE, RONALDS MANSION*

    Mrs. Ronald was sitting on her massaging chair in her care room when Nikki came in, and she  opened her eyes slowly.

    “You came at the right time” she said, and he kept standing

    “What’s going on?” She asked.

    “Call off the engagement, and I promise to do everything you ask of me. I can’t possibly get married to a girl I don’t love, I feel nothing for Esther and…

    “Is this because of the Jarvis girl?” She interrupted, and he squinted

    “How did you…”

    “Oh you should have known that I and Esther are pretty close, she told me everything and her plan to ruin her if you don’t stop being around her” she said.

    “Mum!!!” He yelled.

    “I’m only trying to build a good future for you with Esther! Her parents are loaded than us and you need them! What will you get from the Jarvis girl anyways? She’s got nothing!” She stood .

    “All i see with Esther is madness, she’s madly obsessed with me but you’re even helping her? I’m your son” Nikki retorted.

    “Why don’t we drop the Esther talk and talk about your novel? My secretary reported to me that the book got more than ten awards when I was outside the country but you rejected them all, what the hell is wrong with you?” She replied.

    “You won’t understand” Nikki said.

    “Then make me understand! Wet Kisses is still the best selling book in this country right now despite the fact that it’s been three years since it’s release, and I checked your account history to see that you’ve been sending every cash you make from the book to an orphanage account, Hope Orphanage? What’s happening exactly? We’re talking about billions of dollars here!” She questioned

    “You won’t understand” he replied again.

    “Stop saying that!! What’s your connection with the wretched orphanage?” She yelled.

    “Don’t yell at me mum, and stop talking about the book” he replied.

    “Like I said, i got a proposal from the largest filming company in this country… They’re gonna make it into a movie, but it needs to be extended so they’re requesting for a Season 2” she said.

    “Stop talking about the book already just stop!!!” He yelled, scaring her with his sudden rage.

    “Nik…

    “If you have that much time, why don’t you tell me about my dad? Tell me who he is and tell me why I’m bearing your surname Instead of his own!” He shouted, and the woman went mute, looking away from him.

    “Finally you’re speechless” he muttered and walked out of the house.

    Mrs. Ronald sat back on the massage chair slowly, looking defeated as sadness crawled to her face.

    *

    RIZZ HOSTEL POOL*

    “Hey! Scar!” Gabby waved when Scarlett showed up with Dorothy, both holding warm cups of coffee.

    The poolside is full of students like it always is every Saturday night.

    “Gab!” Scarlett smiled, leaving Dorothy to go to him.

    “And where the hell is Craig?” Dorothy muttered, searching the poolside with her eyes.

    Someone suddenly covered her eyes from behind, the she smiled.

    “I know it’s you, silly sneaky” she said.

    “You’re so hard to prank” Craig replied, removing his hand from her eyes so she faced him.

    “I think Jace and Jarvis are together again. She called to say she’d be spending the night out and I knew it immediately. Jace is nowhere to be found too right?” She said.

    “Can we not talk about Jace and Jarvis tonight? They’ll open up whenever they’re ready, let’s have fun” he grabbed her hand.

    “What fun?” She asked.

    “Ice cream?” He replied.

    “Where is it!” She jumped.

    “I knew it, come with me!” He grinned, and she held his arm with both hands as she followed him out of the pool environs.

    *

    “How’re you feeling?” Gabby asked when Scarlett settled beside him.

    “I’m not heartbroken if that’s what you’re worried about” she replied.

    “But you drank four bottles of beer last night…you got madly drunk” he said.

    “Ok fine, I’m heartbroken… Happy now?” She rolled eyes, and he chuckled.

    “I know how it feels when you love someone and they f*+*k up, so I feel your pain” he said.

    “Are you referring to me? Like when you asked me out same day as Ronnie, and I chose him over you” she replied.

    “Kind of” he said, and she dropped her coffee cup.

    “Do you have a smoke with you? I need to get warm” she asked.

    He immediately got a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

    “Stole this from Jace’s drawer” he confessed, and she giggled.

    “By the way how’s the secret thing with him and Nikki going?” She asked.

    “I and Craig decided to leave them be. They’ll come clean to us when they’re ready, no pressure” he replied.

    “The best” she said, getting a cigar.

    She placed it between her lips and was about to lighten when Ronnie appeared.

    “We should talk, Scarlett” he said, but she lightened the cigar and started smoking, ignoring him.

    “Seems she doesn’t wanna talk” Gabby said.

    “And who are you!” Ronnie pulled him up with the shirt and was about to punch him when Scarlett stood and pushed him away, freeing Gabby from him.

    “Are you mad or what? After everything that happened last night, you expect me to sit and listen to your shenanigans? Touch him again and you’ll regret it!” She shouted, drawing attention.

    “Nicole tricked me! I know I was a fool to fall for it but I’m sorry!” Ronnie started crying publicly, and Scarlett’s head banged.

    “Come again” she said, dropping her cigar.

    “It was Nicole, she sent me the fake voice note” he replied, and she smirked.

    “That b**ch!”

    “Babe!” Nicole came in that moment, wearing a bikini and ready to swim.

    All eyes turned to her, and she was starting to wonder why, but when she saw Ronnie’s tears and Scarlett’s red eyes, her eyes widened.

    “No…” She muttered, but Scarlett was already with her in the next minute.

    She pounced on her heavily, landing two catastrophic punches on her face which sent her to the floor as she bled from the mouth.

    * Damn!

    * Go Scarlett!

    * Go Scarlett!

    Students started chanting.

    “Arggggghhh!!! My mouth!!!” Nicole cried, rolling on the ground, but it wasn’t over cos Scarlett dragged her up and started slapping her repeatedly this time.

    “How!” She said and slapped her.

    “Dare!” She said and slapped her again.

    “You!!!’ she yelled and punched her, making her fall back on the ground.

    * F**k!!!

    * Go Scarlett!!!

    “Someone save me!!!” Nicole cried loudly, but students were too busy making videos.

    Scarlett made to grab her again, but Gabby held her.

    “Stop, it’s ok now” he said, holding her tight as hot breaths escaped her nostrils.

    *

    HOSTEL COFFEE BAY*

    “What are we doing here? It’s a coffee bay, where will the ice cream come from?” Dorothy asked when she arrived with Craig.

    “There” he pointed at a label on the wall which says ICE CREAM AVAILABLE TONIGHT.

    “Oh my gawd! How is this possible!” She gushed.

    “Every Saturday night like this, there’s an ice cream buffet” he replied.

    “Meaning it’s free? Ice cream! Ice cream!” She shouted, rushing to the stand.

    She was handed an ice cream cone immediately.

    “Mmmh!” She m0@ned when she ate from it.

    “Why haven’t I heard about this before!” She said excitedly, facing Craig.

    “You stained your lips” he said, and when she made to wipe with her palm, he held her hand and reeled himself into her.

    “If you kiss me, I’m gonna kick you” she said, and he immediately let her go.

    “I got your logic” she licked her lips and stuck her tongue at him before running out of the bay.

    “Why so hard?” Craig complained frustratedly.

    *

    HOPE ORPHANAGE, 8PM*

    The kids have been in the big hall with Jace and Jarvis since an hour ago after their reading period.

    Jarvis is busy telling them bedtime stories, and even though Jace seems un-interested, he still stayed,  staring at her as she enjoyed her time with the kids.

    “Please tell us one more, you seem to know a lot” Camille said from the midst of kids.

    “Yeah, I grew up with my aunt and she loved telling me stories before sleep, and also, I’m a lover of novels” she replied.

    “What’s your best novel” a kid asked.

    “Wet Kisses” she replied immediately.

    “I badly wanna read the popular novel too but they said it’s rated, so I’ll wait till I’m 18 till I read” Camille said.

    Ms. Zoe sat beside Jace gently, and she slipped something into his palm…his gun.

    “Saw it beside your car, did something happen?” She whispered.

    “It almost happened, but I handled it” he replied and stood after hiding the gun.

    “It’s sleep time already, y’all need to go to bed” he said, and the kids groaned.

    “I only borrowed her to you guys for an hour, time’s up little cat” he said, taking Jarvis’s hand.

    “Ten more minutes with them” she said.

    “Nah” he replied, taking her out.

    “Goodnight Jarvis!” Camille waved with the other kids.

    “Goodnight sweeties!” She waved back, and she finally stepped out with him.

    “Must you really take me away like that?” She said.

    “I was the one who said PLEASE before you could stay” he replied, and she chuckled as they entered his room together.

    He dropped the gun in the drawer…

    “I’m part of a gang, so it’s only normal that I have a gun, don’t ask questions about it” he said.

    “Why do you love white shirts?” She asked.

    “Cos my tattoos are transparent under white” he replied.

    “Such a show off” she muttered.

    “I heard that” he replied, and she giggled.

    “And…is there a reason why Marcus always beat you as a kid?” She asked.

    “Yeah, but it’s stupid anyways. He claimed I was paying for my dad’s sins” he replied.

    “He told me his dad is Danny and yours is Klaus, are they both still alive?” She asked.

    “Danny his dad is dead, but my dad Klaus…can we not talk about the devil tonight?” He replied, and she nodded.

    “He said you were supposed to study English but…

    “He really told you a lot” he replied, and she shook her head.

    “Not much, actually”

    “I changed my course to Sculpture cos of him. Seeing his face upsets me, so having him as my lecturer in English would make things worse, I mean I might just punch him in class” he said, and though it’s not funny, she laughed at the tone he used.

    “You wouldn’t do that” she said, and he came to her, drawing her closer by the waist.

    Her breaths hitched when her free bôôbs slammed on his chest..

    “I would. I have mad anger issues, baby” he whispered, lowering his head to her level, so he rested his forehead on hers as their eyes locked.

    “I know, but I was able to calm you down earlier, maybe I can do it again” she whispered back.

    “You…” He whispered again, raising an hand to her throat to hold her gently.

    “Jace…” She replied, her breathing going high-pitched at the freezing cold contact.

    “F*+*k it” he whispered hotly.

    She could feel her n*+*ples hardening on her chest, and that sent her mind into a crazy spiral as the uncontrollable sensations came again.

    “It hits different when you call my name in a whisper” he muttered, bringing his lips closer to hers…

    “Will you still allow Megan on your laps again?” She whispered, looking deeply into his eyeballs.

    “I won’t, little cat. I won’t” he whispered hoarsely, and she closed the space between them, pinning her lips to his own.

    Jace took over immediately, kissing her breathless as their tongues did a beautiful tango in the confines of their warm mouths.

    Their feet were moving on the ground as they ate each other’s lips deliciously, and Jarvis was unaware of when her back hit the wall.

    When did they even get there?

    She was kissing him with vigour, and he was devouring her aggressively, letting his hands caress her butt slowly.

    He touched her exposed cleavage, and she m0@ned loudly, delivering the sound of ar0usal into his throat as the kiss deepened so intensely.

    “F*+*k, little cat” he groaned on her plumpness, and she released another moan, but he suddenly broke the kiss and held her face delicately.

    “Have you had your first orgasm?” He whispered seductively.

    “No” she replied, panting so much.

    “Then…do you mind if i give it to you right now?” He asked, and she swallowed…

    WE SHOULDN’T BE DOING THIS, that line has become her anthem whenever she’s with this handsome psycho, but what can she do when she’s insanely attracted to him?

    She has gone too far to go back… She wants this… she wants the pleasure and the fun, all with him.

    She knows he’s capable of making her lose her mind by just few touches, and that built her boldness as she looked up at him.

     She couldn’t resist…as usual…

    His fox eyes…his nasal voice…his pink lips…his s+xy tattoos… they’re all making her lose her damn mind, and she found herself yearning so much…

    Slowly, she nodded yes, and he lowered his lids.

    “Use your words, Little cat” he whispered.

    “I want it….orgasm” her small voice said.

    TBC.

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  • Exclusively Yours – Episode 18

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 18

      

    EXCLUSIVELY YOURS

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 18


    Subtitle; {Please, Love Me}

               ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

    Olivia’s POV

    Do you know that feeling when you’re nervous but have to act like you’re not?

    Well, I do.

    From the moment I stepped into the Torrence’s house, I’ve felt off. Like I’m not myself, and I usually don’t feel like that. But when you know deep down in your heart that you’re about to go into a family’s living room, sit with a family that loves each other, smile at them, then líe straight to their faces, and ultimately break their hearts.

    That’s what’s going to happen.

    I just need to put on this charade for two years, and then it’ll be over.

    I tuck the wavy strands behind my ear, wearing a not-so-fake smile as I listen to Annika, Riccardo’s mother, tell me stories about Riccardo’s childhood. 

    “That’s so cute,” I say in a high-pitched baby voice, pointing at a picture where Riccardo is sitting on the floor, wearing only a diaper with frosting smeared around his mouth. Annika’s eyes travel from the picture to me, then back to the picture, with a glint of happy memories in her black orbs. “He kept his baby pictures away from me.”

    I keep up the liés.

    I’m not hurtíng anyone.

    “Rick is like that. By the way, he doesn’t have any copies of them.”

    I nod my head, my eyes still lingering on the pictures. “He was a cute baby.” It’s the honest truth. “His cheeks are so puffy.”

    After Riccardo left, who knows where, Annika made me sit with her to look at the pictures. I thought it would be boring at first, but it turned out to be fun. I admit, I’m nervous as héll, and I thought he would be right here by my side, as he promised, to lié to his mother who seems to be warming up to me. But, she’s actually cool.

    Annika is a middle-aged woman who was a retired famous model and prima ballerina. She moves with so much elegance and carries herself with grace. Her smile is adorable, messing up with her perfect model face, and it also makes her eyes smile too. Her deep, shiny, shoulder-length hair frames her fair face.

    She’s simply stunning.

    She faces me, and I stop staring at the pictures for a second to face her too. “So, how did you meet my naughty little boy?”

    One of the things my mom taught me was to never let them see your nervousness because they will use it against you.

    I stare at her, almost locking our eyes together but change my mind because it would be harder to líe while looking straight into her eyes. I cross my legs out of habit and lick my lips. “At a gala. He bumped into me, spilled his drink on me, and didn’t apologize. I was beyond pissed since it was a white dress. I met him the next day at a cafe, and he apologized with the excuse that he had a rough day the night before, and offered to buy me coffee. We also met at the same cafe the next day, and he got me coffee again. We kind of exchanged numbers after the fourth ‘coincidental’ meeting, and it kicked off from there.”

    Annika hums softly and flips the page of the photo album, still staring at it. “Gala? What do you do?”

    Should I lié?

    No.

    Why should I lié?

    “An editor.”

    “What kind of editor?”

    “A book editor. Like, novels editor.”

    She cocks her head at me, her eyes swimming with some happiness. “Oh, that’s nice. You read?”

    “A lot,” I reply, letting out a small laugh. “It’s practically my job.”

    “Ah, I see. Do you know Stefan?”

    “Stefan Salvatore?” I blurt out without thinking, and I wish the ground would open up and swallow me, but she laughs and closes the photo album, shaking her head.

    “No, dear.” Her laughter lingers in the air, as does her smile. “Stefan Coleman. Do you know him?”

    Hello, yes!

    Who in the world of novels doesn’t know Stefan Coleman?

    He’s like the god of awesome novels. I’ve read every one of his books and have every copy signed by him.

    I nod my head, feeling speechless or maybe I’m purposely keeping quiet so my voice won’t come out like a crazy fangirl. 

    “He’s…” She begin but stop as she turned her head to the door. A bigger smile tugs at Annika’s lips. “Hey, baby.”

    “Mom,” a feminine voice brushes the air, and I turn to see who it belongs to. The owner rushes to Annika and hugs her tightly. “How are you doing?”

    “I’m wonderful. You?”

    “Great.” The girl drawls out, her gaze finally meeting me, and her brows furrow with confusion. “You are?”

    “Olivia.”

    “Riccardo’s fiancée.” Annika completes my sentence, and the girl’s mouth falls open and her eyes widen. “Nicole, unfreeze.”

    I hold in my laugh at the immediate response to the command. The girl stands up straight and stretches out her hand, a smile replacing her shock, but it still lingers on her face. “As my beautiful mother just said, I’m Nicole.”

    “Olivia.” I repeat, taking her hand in a firm shake and beaming at her. “You’re Riccardo’s sister.”

    “And you’re Riccardo’s fiancée.” She retorts, almost like she’s in a trance, as she looks at me from head to toe. “I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend. How much did he pay you?”

    He didn’t pay me.

    He coercéd me.

    “Zero dollars because I don’t need to get paid to love Riccardo.” I try not to puke in my mouth as those words leave my lips or act disgustéd in the slightest. I even wear the fakest smile I can muster. “If I was getting paid, I would have left after just a year, after bagging all the money he paid me, but we’ve been dating for three years now.”

    “That’s huge.”

    “What’s huge?” A masculine voice chimes in, and I think my head is going to explode as I quickly turn to look at the person with such a familiar voice. His eyes fall on me, and he smiles. “Oh hi. Have I seen you somewhere before? You look oddly familiar.”

    I try my best not to freak out as I stare at him. He stands tall and handsome, holding a baby in his big, strong arms, smiling down at me. “We have met countless times.”

    “Excuse me, should I be jealous?” Nicole teases, or at least I hope she does. “Olivia is so pretty, and you’re hot. Should I be bothered?”

    Yes, he’s hot as héll, but that doesn’t mean I want him. I’m his die-hard fan, but I know my limits.

    “No, please.”

    “I’m just joking, and he knows it. Where did you two meet?”

    “Book signing events. Meet and greet events, and book-related events.”

    I won’t allow myself to be the starting point of a fight between a married couple.

    No. Not in this life.

    His eyes flash with recognition, and his smile turns into a grin. “I remember now. You’re Olivia Donovan.” He extends his hand to me. “You already know my name, but please pardon me. I’m Stefan Coleman, the dad to this handsome boy right here.”

    I shift my attention from him to the baby and offer a small smile at the cute baby. “Hi.” A high-pitched baby voice comes out again as I tickle the baby’s tummy. He giggles his toothless giggle, and I just want to squeeze him because he’s so freaking adorable. “What’s his name?”

    “Levi.”

    Where the héck is that síck bastàrd?

    “Be right back,” Nicole says and leaves the living room, heading in the same direction that Riccardo used to, leaving me alone with his mother.

    I give myself ten more minutes before I snap. I can’t fake smile anymore because my mouth hurts and I feel hot and heavy.

    Shît.

    What did I get myself into?

    TBC 📖✍️

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  • Exclusively Yours – Episode 18

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 18

      

    EXCLUSIVELY YOURS

    Exclusively Yours – Episode 18


    Subtitle; {Please, Love Me}

               ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

    Olivia’s POV

    Do you know that feeling when you’re nervous but have to act like you’re not?

    Well, I do.

    From the moment I stepped into the Torrence’s house, I’ve felt off. Like I’m not myself, and I usually don’t feel like that. But when you know deep down in your heart that you’re about to go into a family’s living room, sit with a family that loves each other, smile at them, then líe straight to their faces, and ultimately break their hearts.

    That’s what’s going to happen.

    I just need to put on this charade for two years, and then it’ll be over.

    I tuck the wavy strands behind my ear, wearing a not-so-fake smile as I listen to Annika, Riccardo’s mother, tell me stories about Riccardo’s childhood. 

    “That’s so cute,” I say in a high-pitched baby voice, pointing at a picture where Riccardo is sitting on the floor, wearing only a diaper with frosting smeared around his mouth. Annika’s eyes travel from the picture to me, then back to the picture, with a glint of happy memories in her black orbs. “He kept his baby pictures away from me.”

    I keep up the liés.

    I’m not hurtíng anyone.

    “Rick is like that. By the way, he doesn’t have any copies of them.”

    I nod my head, my eyes still lingering on the pictures. “He was a cute baby.” It’s the honest truth. “His cheeks are so puffy.”

    After Riccardo left, who knows where, Annika made me sit with her to look at the pictures. I thought it would be boring at first, but it turned out to be fun. I admit, I’m nervous as héll, and I thought he would be right here by my side, as he promised, to lié to his mother who seems to be warming up to me. But, she’s actually cool.

    Annika is a middle-aged woman who was a retired famous model and prima ballerina. She moves with so much elegance and carries herself with grace. Her smile is adorable, messing up with her perfect model face, and it also makes her eyes smile too. Her deep, shiny, shoulder-length hair frames her fair face.

    She’s simply stunning.

    She faces me, and I stop staring at the pictures for a second to face her too. “So, how did you meet my naughty little boy?”

    One of the things my mom taught me was to never let them see your nervousness because they will use it against you.

    I stare at her, almost locking our eyes together but change my mind because it would be harder to líe while looking straight into her eyes. I cross my legs out of habit and lick my lips. “At a gala. He bumped into me, spilled his drink on me, and didn’t apologize. I was beyond pissed since it was a white dress. I met him the next day at a cafe, and he apologized with the excuse that he had a rough day the night before, and offered to buy me coffee. We also met at the same cafe the next day, and he got me coffee again. We kind of exchanged numbers after the fourth ‘coincidental’ meeting, and it kicked off from there.”

    Annika hums softly and flips the page of the photo album, still staring at it. “Gala? What do you do?”

    Should I lié?

    No.

    Why should I lié?

    “An editor.”

    “What kind of editor?”

    “A book editor. Like, novels editor.”

    She cocks her head at me, her eyes swimming with some happiness. “Oh, that’s nice. You read?”

    “A lot,” I reply, letting out a small laugh. “It’s practically my job.”

    “Ah, I see. Do you know Stefan?”

    “Stefan Salvatore?” I blurt out without thinking, and I wish the ground would open up and swallow me, but she laughs and closes the photo album, shaking her head.

    “No, dear.” Her laughter lingers in the air, as does her smile. “Stefan Coleman. Do you know him?”

    Hello, yes!

    Who in the world of novels doesn’t know Stefan Coleman?

    He’s like the god of awesome novels. I’ve read every one of his books and have every copy signed by him.

    I nod my head, feeling speechless or maybe I’m purposely keeping quiet so my voice won’t come out like a crazy fangirl. 

    “He’s…” She begin but stop as she turned her head to the door. A bigger smile tugs at Annika’s lips. “Hey, baby.”

    “Mom,” a feminine voice brushes the air, and I turn to see who it belongs to. The owner rushes to Annika and hugs her tightly. “How are you doing?”

    “I’m wonderful. You?”

    “Great.” The girl drawls out, her gaze finally meeting me, and her brows furrow with confusion. “You are?”

    “Olivia.”

    “Riccardo’s fiancée.” Annika completes my sentence, and the girl’s mouth falls open and her eyes widen. “Nicole, unfreeze.”

    I hold in my laugh at the immediate response to the command. The girl stands up straight and stretches out her hand, a smile replacing her shock, but it still lingers on her face. “As my beautiful mother just said, I’m Nicole.”

    “Olivia.” I repeat, taking her hand in a firm shake and beaming at her. “You’re Riccardo’s sister.”

    “And you’re Riccardo’s fiancée.” She retorts, almost like she’s in a trance, as she looks at me from head to toe. “I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend. How much did he pay you?”

    He didn’t pay me.

    He coercéd me.

    “Zero dollars because I don’t need to get paid to love Riccardo.” I try not to puke in my mouth as those words leave my lips or act disgustéd in the slightest. I even wear the fakest smile I can muster. “If I was getting paid, I would have left after just a year, after bagging all the money he paid me, but we’ve been dating for three years now.”

    “That’s huge.”

    “What’s huge?” A masculine voice chimes in, and I think my head is going to explode as I quickly turn to look at the person with such a familiar voice. His eyes fall on me, and he smiles. “Oh hi. Have I seen you somewhere before? You look oddly familiar.”

    I try my best not to freak out as I stare at him. He stands tall and handsome, holding a baby in his big, strong arms, smiling down at me. “We have met countless times.”

    “Excuse me, should I be jealous?” Nicole teases, or at least I hope she does. “Olivia is so pretty, and you’re hot. Should I be bothered?”

    Yes, he’s hot as héll, but that doesn’t mean I want him. I’m his die-hard fan, but I know my limits.

    “No, please.”

    “I’m just joking, and he knows it. Where did you two meet?”

    “Book signing events. Meet and greet events, and book-related events.”

    I won’t allow myself to be the starting point of a fight between a married couple.

    No. Not in this life.

    His eyes flash with recognition, and his smile turns into a grin. “I remember now. You’re Olivia Donovan.” He extends his hand to me. “You already know my name, but please pardon me. I’m Stefan Coleman, the dad to this handsome boy right here.”

    I shift my attention from him to the baby and offer a small smile at the cute baby. “Hi.” A high-pitched baby voice comes out again as I tickle the baby’s tummy. He giggles his toothless giggle, and I just want to squeeze him because he’s so freaking adorable. “What’s his name?”

    “Levi.”

    Where the héck is that síck bastàrd?

    “Be right back,” Nicole says and leaves the living room, heading in the same direction that Riccardo used to, leaving me alone with his mother.

    I give myself ten more minutes before I snap. I can’t fake smile anymore because my mouth hurts and I feel hot and heavy.

    Shît.

    What did I get myself into?

    TBC 📖✍️

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  • The Darkest Conjuration-Episode 65&66

    The Darkest Conjuration-Episode 65&66

     

     THE DARKEST CONJURATION

    The Darkest Conjuration-Episode 65&66

    Theme: Stuck With The Immortal Emperor…

    Genres:  Historical/ Royal Dark Romance/ Fantasy/ Erotica. 

    By Summer Gold R. 

                         ★★★★★ 

    Zhuri eyes opened slowly,welcomed by the darkness of the place,she sat up instantly,remembering how she was being followed,so how did she end up here.

     She looked around and it’s like a cave,at once she knew who it was….Forrest. 

    “You’re awake” Forrest came in and Zhuri got down from the bed of rock and other soft particles. 

    “Why am I here?” She asked. 

    “Are you angry? Pretty one?” Forrest asked with a smile. 

    “Why are you doing this? Just why?!” Zhuri screamed. 

    Forrest chuckled and sat down. 

    “You’re really pretty” He muttered. 

    “I need to go,take me out of here. I’m not going to tell your brother” Zhuri said. 

    “Really? You two keep secret from each other?” Forrest asked 

    Zhuri sighed. 

    “I just don’t want you two fighting,you should stop whatever you’re planning too. It doesn’t suite you” Zhuri said. 

    Forrest chuckled. 

    “Are you seriously pregnant?? For him?” He asked. 

    Zhuri touched her tummy with a surprise look on her face. 

    “How….how did you find out?” She asked. 

    “You think he will be alive to see the child?” Forrest asked and Zhuri swallowed. 

    “Nothing is going to happen to him,stop it” She said. 

    Forrest stood up and walked closer to her. 

    “You think I’m lying?”

    “Yes you are!! He’s not going to die!! You’re scaring me!!!!” Zhuri screamed. 

    “You can save him anyway” Forrest said,putting his arms behind him. 

    “I can?” Zhuri asked and he nodded before facing her again. 

    “How??”

    “Become mine” Forrest said. 

    “I can’t,that’s not possible. I love him not you” Zhuri snapped. 

    Forrest chuckled. 

    “Do you think I care about your love for him?” He asked. 

    Zhuri said nothing. 

    Forrest appeared before her,more closer and she ran out of the cave,Forrest rolled his eyes and sat down. 

    Just three minutes later,Zhuri ran back in. 

    “Let me go please,He’s waiting for me” She said in tears. 

    “Don’t cry,I don’t like it. I’m not going to hurt you” Forrest said. 

    Zhuri wiped her tears. 

    “You might still end up as mine,if I end up taking his life,don’t you think?” Forrest asked. 

    Zhuri shook her head.

    “You’re not going to do that” She said. 

    Forrest stretched his hand toward her direction and an invisible force dragged Zhuri to him,a gasp escape out of her mouth as fell straight into his arms. 

    “You are pretty” Forrest muttered. 

    “Let me go,please” Zhuri pleaded.

    “Right,I should let you go before I find it hard to” He smiled and stood up. 

    “Hold my hand,that’s the only way you can go back to the palace” he said. 

    Zhuri hesitated at first before she finally held him. 

    ★

    MOON PALACE**

    Zhuri appeared in the palace passage way,she touched her chest and looked around to see if there’s any one watching,luckily there isn’t. 

    She immediately started walking to the Emperor’s Chamber,she got there and the guards allowed her in right away. 

    Emperor Augustus was in the room when Zhuri entered,the moment she set her eyes on him,the guilt started eating her up. Did she really told Forrest she’s not going to tell the emperor about him? She felt like a cheater at that moment. 

    “Zhuri,I’ve been waiting” The emperor said. 

    Zhuri immediately ran to him and hugged him tightly. 

    “I’m sorry” She mumbled. 

    “For what?” 

    “Keeping you waiting” Zhuri said and the emperor broke the hug. 

    “You look tensed,are you okay?” He asked and Zhuri nodded. 

    The emperor kissed her forehead and touched her tummy. 

    “I really think I can feel him” He smiled and Zhuri chuckled.

    “Really? It’s hardly a month” She said. 

    “Well I can” The emperor said. 

    Zhuri bite her lips.

    “I missed you all day” He said,taking her to the bed. 

    “Me too my lord” Zhuri muttered and they both sat down on the bed. 

    “Sabrina told me about the dresses,you really don’t have to…..”

    “You mean the emperor’s woman shouldn’t dress up beautifully? That’s like an insult” Emperor Augustus said and Zhuri’s cheeks turned red. 

    “Thank you” She said. 

    “Come here” The emperor tapped his laps and Zhuri stood up,she sat down on his laps. 

    “Did you eat? Should I call Esme….”

    “No,I’m filled up already. I ate with Sabrina” Zhuri said. 

    “You don’t want anything else again?” The emperor asked and Zhuri shook her head. 

    “But I heard pregnant women eats more than usual,why are you different?” He sighed. 

    Zhuri chuckled. 

    “It’s funny” She said. 

    “What? Me?”

    “You are acting like a father right now,it’s funny but cute” Zhuri said and kissed his lips. 

    “I think I prefer eating your lips than food” She whispers into the emperor’s ear and he chuckled. 

    “It’s all yours” He whispers back. 

    Zhuri bite her lips. 

    “What happened? Why do you suddenly look sad?” The emperor asked. 

    “I met with Forrest” Zhuri muttered,her face down. 

    She just couldn’t hide it from him. 

    “I’m sorry for even thinking of hiding it from you,it was him who dragged me all of a sudden and I found myself there…..”

    The emperor placed a finger on her lips and she looked up. 

    “I know” He said and Zhuri’s eyes widened. 

    “You…knew everything?” She asked and he nodded. 

    “Why didn’t you ask me then?”

    “I was waiting for you to tell me,I thought you wouldn’t” The emperor replied and Zhuri shook her head. 

    “I’m sorry” She said. 

    The emperor smiled. 

    “You don’t have to worry about him…..”

    “His words are scary,he said he’s going to hurt you and I will be alone,is that true? I don’t want you to leave me” Zhuri said in tears. 

    The emperor hugged her. 

    “That’s all nonsense,I’m not going to leave you. So don’t cry” 

    “I will trust you” Zhuri sniffles. 

    ★

    NEXT MORNING**

    “What’s going on?” Alora asked McKenzie as she rushed into the midst of the servants,she went straight to the front where Kenzie was standing. 

    “What’s happening?” She asked. 

    “Lady Ximena is leaving the palace” Kenzie whispered and Alora’s eyes widened. 

    “How did you know?” She asked. 

    Kenzie haven’t replied when the palanquin showed up,indeed Xinena was inside. Behind it was Asher on the horse,following the palanquin. 

    “I think the emperor’s himself chased her out” Kenzie said but Alora didn’t replied,she turned only to see that Alora was lost while staring at Asher. 

    “Are you planning to swallow him or something?” Kenzie asked. 

    “Can I swallow him?” Alora asked and Kenzie chuckled. 

    The servants kept murmuring to themselves until the palanquin was out of sight. 

    **

    “And here we are” Esme said as she opened the door to Zhuri’s new suite. 

    “Wow” Zhuri gasped and looked at Sabrina. 

    “Do you like it?” Sabrina asked and she nodded before going in,she ran around the whole room and came back to hug Sabrina. 

    “I never knew a day like this would come,honestly” Zhuri said. 

    Sabrina smiled. 

    “Well it came,and here we are” She said. 

    “Check the wardrobe side” Esme said and Zhuri went to open it. 

    It was filled up with different dresses already. 

    “Before the maids do anything,I want to be the first to dress you” Sabrina said and took one of the dresses. 

    “Come here” 

    “I will look so weird and awkward in that,I’ve never wore anything like this” Zhuri muttered. 

    “No,you will look so beautiful like a princess” Esme said and Zhuri smiled. 

    “Thank you court lady” She said. 

    “You’re always welcome Zhuri. 

    ★

    EVENING_PALACE GARDEN**

    Zhuri ran into the garden with her flowing gown,the deity was seated on the bench. 

    “Old one” Zhuri called and ran to her front. 

    “Zhuri” The deity smiled. 

    Zhuri bowed happily. 

    “You look so beautiful Zhuri,a lot” The deity said. 

    “Thank you old one” she said before sitting down beside the deity. 

    “You summoned me,why?” The deity asked. 

    “I have a question” Zhuri said. 

    “I’m all Ears” 

    “Will anything happen to my lord? His brother has been saying things that scares me,I don’t think I can survive it if anything happens,I can’t” Zhuri shook her head. 

    “He was supposed to leave,but he decided to stay back all because of you” The deity said and Zhuri looked at the deity. 

    “Because…..of me?” 

    The deity nodded. 

    “He definitely want to protect you,but looking at it,Forrest would never hurt you Zhuri,he wouldn’t” 

    “Is he…really in love with me?” Zhuri asked. 

    “I have nothing to say about that” The deity replied. 

    “Then….it’s possible he might hurt my lord” Zhuri said. 

    “It’s between them both,Augustus have to take care of everything himself. Like it happened before” The deity replied. 

    Zhuri became silent. 

    “Let’s talk some other time then” The deity smiled before she vanished. 

    Zhuri swallowed hard. 

    “I can’t let him die,I can’t” She shook her head and got up. 

    “How do I call him? How do I summon him? His name is Forrest but how do u call him? I need to do something” Zhuri said,pacing around. 

    ★

    IN THE WOODS**

    Forrest chuckled while staring at the water flowing in the river freely,he could hear Zhuri calling his name. 

    “Fine,let’s see what you have to say” he muttered and immediately Zhuri appeared. 

    “You’re here” Forrest turned and their eyes met. 

    “Whoa,you look more pretty” He grinned,staring at her. 

    “I need to ask you something” Zhuri said. 

    “About my brother again?” 

    “He’s not going to die right? You said I can save him,you said it” Zhuri said. 

    Forrest smiled. 

    “Really? So you want to save him?” He asked. 

    “As long as he doesn’t disappear,I can do anything” Zhuri replied. 

    “Then…..you know how to save him,I told you already” Forrest said. 

    “I will become yours,that’s what you said” Zhuri uttered without thinking. 

    TBC

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  • June Break-Episode 33

     

    JUNE BREAK

    June Break-Episode 33


    Immediately I saw him he was staring straight at the passenger side of the cab.
    I was wearing a black sun shade which I thought of taking off and hiding under the chair.
    But on a second thought I just remained seated and watch as he struggles to see who was in the cab.
    Yes, I must have looked very familiar to him because I was putting on one of my blue t-shirt that he has seen on me before
    What maybe confusing for him will be the shade, the black eye glass does alot of good for me and it covers the black swollen line around my eyes which is a clear evidence that I need a good rest.
    If I can get enough sleep then it will all be gone in no time.
    I sat there and stare back at him through my glasses.
    He was actually looking at me as he tried to mark the face, is obvious I look familiar to him and he was trying to place the recognition.
    No more running or hiding from Louise, he was a big siege and I have already overcome it.
    As the cab drove past him, he stopped and kept staring.
    He must have recognized my top but I wasn’t bothered.
    Rather I did an unexpected thing, I wish I can spat on his face and kick his balls.
     That was exactly how I feel, I was boiling inside seeing the man that caused so much trouble to me.
    As the cab was a little far from him and he was about turning to continue on his way home, I pulled out my middle finger from the window, raised it high so that he can see it.
    I don’t want anything that will make him miss the finger.
    I really wanted him to see it, I wish there was a stone nearby inside the cab I could have used it to stone him but what if I miss him and the stone lands on another person.
    Pulling out my middle finger at him was the little salvage I can used to shed him.
    That was the time he probably knew that I must be the one.
    He began to run after the cab but we were really far this time and out of the street gate.
    He was calling another cab to stop but unfortunately it drove pass him without stopping.
    As he was trying to call another we entered the express road and speed off.
    all through the time I did not stop with the middle finger thing.
    I kept doing it until he couldn’t see me anymore.
    He was looking for a cab which he will use to pursue me.
    He wanted to know what was going on and where I was going with a cab.
    Yes, I dressed like I was traveling and that must have confused his cheap state of mind.
    I looked back along the road to know if he was actually following us but I didn’t see him.
    I looked back severally and didn’t see any sign of him or any cab or a motorbike following.
    The cab man speed off immediately we entered the express road.
    Louise is no more to be seen again.
    I don’t know if he later got a cab to follow us but he may never be able to catch-up.
    There are several cab with the same colour as mine on the road, he may not even know which exactly am in except if there is something he used to recognise my cab 
    I really wanted to shout out insults to him, I wish to curse him and also the day I met him but again he won’t be able to hear me and is a waste of my strength.
    I checked the time it was past mid day. If I should reach my place first I won’t be able to go to Phil’s office for the money because I really need the money right now.
    I don’t know how much it is but no matter the amount is still very important.
    I asked the cab man to take me to the office first, he agreed but on a second look, i needed to change into something more official.
    I know I’m not part of their staff anymore and no one will care about my dressing or question me over my appearance but I still want to look good, I want to atleast dress like an office person one more time.
    My next job may not be an office job, I may go back searching for job in supermarket, hotel or restaurants. I will search until I get a better offer that will enable me pay my rent whenever is due and fend for myself too.
    I asked the cab man to take me to my rented apartment instead so that I can dress in something appropriate.
    He drove me straight to my the apartment and I quickly began to take my things out of the car.
    The cabbie also assisted me carrying my things out and in no time we were done.
    He asked me to pay him that he can’t wait for me to finish everything that I was about to do. Maybe I should look for another cab that will drive me to the second place I intend to go.
    I paid him and the cabbie left immediately.
    I began to pack my things inside. My apartment was so empty and quiet. My voice echoes when I say something.
    I need to quickly get dressed so that I can get to the office before they close.
    Is really going to be very lonely in here but just a little time I will get used to it.
    Is better lonely than staying in the dëvil’s den. Louise apartment was the ëevil’s den and I’m finally over it.
    A knock on the door startled me. Who could be knocking on my door, Louise?
    Did he followed me to my apartment, God forbids it!
    Oh my God, he probably traced me down with either a hired motorbike.
    Louise is a dëvïl and ready to do anything to hunt me. 
    He thinks I’m his prey and will remain in his mercy  forever but he lied because I’m free from his claws and he can’t hold me down anymore.
    If Louise followed me here, it means I have to do something fast because I won’t feel safe in my house anymore.
    I quietly asked who was knocking but got no reply.
    That must be Louise because he’s a bully and will not reply untill I open the door.
    I was trying to control my heart beat as I walked down to open the door.
    (Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH’S HEART stories)
  • June Break-Episode 33

    June Break-Episode 33

     

    JUNE BREAK

    June Break-Episode 33


    Immediately I saw him he was staring straight at the passenger side of the cab.
    I was wearing a black sun shade which I thought of taking off and hiding under the chair.
    But on a second thought I just remained seated and watch as he struggles to see who was in the cab.
    Yes, I must have looked very familiar to him because I was putting on one of my blue t-shirt that he has seen on me before
    What maybe confusing for him will be the shade, the black eye glass does alot of good for me and it covers the black swollen line around my eyes which is a clear evidence that I need a good rest.
    If I can get enough sleep then it will all be gone in no time.
    I sat there and stare back at him through my glasses.
    He was actually looking at me as he tried to mark the face, is obvious I look familiar to him and he was trying to place the recognition.
    No more running or hiding from Louise, he was a big siege and I have already overcome it.
    As the cab drove past him, he stopped and kept staring.
    He must have recognized my top but I wasn’t bothered.
    Rather I did an unexpected thing, I wish I can spat on his face and kick his balls.
     That was exactly how I feel, I was boiling inside seeing the man that caused so much trouble to me.
    As the cab was a little far from him and he was about turning to continue on his way home, I pulled out my middle finger from the window, raised it high so that he can see it.
    I don’t want anything that will make him miss the finger.
    I really wanted him to see it, I wish there was a stone nearby inside the cab I could have used it to stone him but what if I miss him and the stone lands on another person.
    Pulling out my middle finger at him was the little salvage I can used to shed him.
    That was the time he probably knew that I must be the one.
    He began to run after the cab but we were really far this time and out of the street gate.
    He was calling another cab to stop but unfortunately it drove pass him without stopping.
    As he was trying to call another we entered the express road and speed off.
    all through the time I did not stop with the middle finger thing.
    I kept doing it until he couldn’t see me anymore.
    He was looking for a cab which he will use to pursue me.
    He wanted to know what was going on and where I was going with a cab.
    Yes, I dressed like I was traveling and that must have confused his cheap state of mind.
    I looked back along the road to know if he was actually following us but I didn’t see him.
    I looked back severally and didn’t see any sign of him or any cab or a motorbike following.
    The cab man speed off immediately we entered the express road.
    Louise is no more to be seen again.
    I don’t know if he later got a cab to follow us but he may never be able to catch-up.
    There are several cab with the same colour as mine on the road, he may not even know which exactly am in except if there is something he used to recognise my cab 
    I really wanted to shout out insults to him, I wish to curse him and also the day I met him but again he won’t be able to hear me and is a waste of my strength.
    I checked the time it was past mid day. If I should reach my place first I won’t be able to go to Phil’s office for the money because I really need the money right now.
    I don’t know how much it is but no matter the amount is still very important.
    I asked the cab man to take me to the office first, he agreed but on a second look, i needed to change into something more official.
    I know I’m not part of their staff anymore and no one will care about my dressing or question me over my appearance but I still want to look good, I want to atleast dress like an office person one more time.
    My next job may not be an office job, I may go back searching for job in supermarket, hotel or restaurants. I will search until I get a better offer that will enable me pay my rent whenever is due and fend for myself too.
    I asked the cab man to take me to my rented apartment instead so that I can dress in something appropriate.
    He drove me straight to my the apartment and I quickly began to take my things out of the car.
    The cabbie also assisted me carrying my things out and in no time we were done.
    He asked me to pay him that he can’t wait for me to finish everything that I was about to do. Maybe I should look for another cab that will drive me to the second place I intend to go.
    I paid him and the cabbie left immediately.
    I began to pack my things inside. My apartment was so empty and quiet. My voice echoes when I say something.
    I need to quickly get dressed so that I can get to the office before they close.
    Is really going to be very lonely in here but just a little time I will get used to it.
    Is better lonely than staying in the dëvil’s den. Louise apartment was the ëevil’s den and I’m finally over it.
    A knock on the door startled me. Who could be knocking on my door, Louise?
    Did he followed me to my apartment, God forbids it!
    Oh my God, he probably traced me down with either a hired motorbike.
    Louise is a dëvïl and ready to do anything to hunt me. 
    He thinks I’m his prey and will remain in his mercy  forever but he lied because I’m free from his claws and he can’t hold me down anymore.
    If Louise followed me here, it means I have to do something fast because I won’t feel safe in my house anymore.
    I quietly asked who was knocking but got no reply.
    That must be Louise because he’s a bully and will not reply untill I open the door.
    I was trying to control my heart beat as I walked down to open the door.
    (Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH’S HEART stories)