"You know that you are out of your lines by stepping into the hotel."Elisa, the new acting manager of the Boldyville Hotel lashed out at the man who was seated before her, in the manager's office. The position which Shelton used to fill. "I'm sorry, Miss Elisa. News got to us that the hotel has a new owner. You know how huge this is. If I'm able to put the information together, you know what a big shot I'll be in the media world. I don't want the Vaneal Papers to steal it from me."Elisa stared at the man as though she wasn't interested in what he was saying. At the beginning of the conversation, she had kept her attention on the files before her. She had more than enough to do already, let alone allowing someone to add to it. "I'll be doing this, not because my uncle is your dad's good friend. I'll be doing it because you are an ambitious man."The man nodded eagerly. It was very obvious he couldn't wait to get the gist of what she was about to say. His ears were perked up, and hi

Damien was seated with his back pressed to the transparent wall of the shield. He was panting heavily. His broken sword in his left hand. The little girl who was seated not far from him kept staring at him.That would be the fourth time of trying to strike down the Ljorde but he just couldn't beat it. And he was mad. And scared, that his fear was beginning to be giving a new life. He didn't want that to come to pass.His vision sort out the wild dances of the water neighboring the six necks of the terrific monster. He heaved a heavy sigh."What is that thing?"The little girl asked. His attention fell back on her. There were couple things which were quite strange to him regarding the girl. Of course he knew that the girl had been abused, even though he had no idea what the manner of the abuse was. Yet, he found it quite strange that the girl was quick to get a hold on herself.SHE MUST BE REALLY STRONG.A funny thought made him chuckle like a dummy.SHE WASN'T LIKE THOSE WEAKLINGS WHO

The pieces of the enormous monster, which were thrown everywhere by the wild force and impact, sank into the bottom of the ocean. And then there was a stillness. A kind of stillness which was never envisaged. The gentles calls of the seagulls from distance ceased too. There were sparkles of light in the air which began to fade away. The shield which held in Giya was hovering over the ocean in a reasonable height away from the impact.Point in time, the shield which held in the girls floated towards Giya's at once. The cold and numbness of the day sent chills down their spines, and none of the girls could utter a word. So enough they snapped out..."Where is he?""Where did he go?""Where the fuck is Damien?"The girls lashed out at the little girl who was equally as confused as they were."You were here with him. What happened to him?"The shield of the girls was brushing sides with Giya's, so the latter couldn't pretend not to hear them. "He went in..."Giya said softly. "Huh?

"Do you want it or not?"Damien shot at her, looking coldly at her. "I... It's... I'm... Just that ---"She stuttered. He snapped,"So shut the fuck up and enjoy..."He advanced towards her. As he did, he could see the way she fought to concentrate. It was hard for her to keep her eyes one place. At a point, she was looking at his face, at the other she had her attention spent on the boner. He fell into the bed, crawling towards her. He pushed his frame towards her. She let out a shade of words,"But you don't ---"He sucked the words out of her mouth. Her lips were hot and warm. He loved the taste of her lips. It was as though he was chewing on the most sumptuous thing he had ever ate. Her lips paved slowly to take his in, their tongues doing the best they could. Slowly but with all sense of passion. He kissed every corner of her mouth and she was slowly beginning to respond. He kissed his way down to her neck... she quaked beneath, avoiding his gaze. As he kissed her, his fing

"What a view."Damien pushed his face to the sky, as the gentle shrills of cool breeze teased every corner of his face. He loved the gentleness and peace which came with the moment. His eyes shut and his lips paved occasionally. He was standing on the deck of the yacht, beyond some lounge chairs which were set there for sun basking. The recent memory of his experience with Claire lingered in his brain. He would toss the thought to this side and that side. He couldn't draw an inference, nor come to a conclusion. He didn't want to dwell on a particular side, no matter how much he wanted to. "She loves me?"He repeated the words. He didn't know why he should dwell on that. WRONG THOUGHT. I SHOULDN'T THINK ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT. IT MIGHT BE THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING. SOMETHING SHE WANTED TO SAY SO THAT I COULD HAVE SEX WITH HER. PERHAPS SHE WAS VERY HORNY AND WANTED ME TO FUCK HER... AND THEN SHE DECIDED TO SAY SOMETHING MUSHY. He nodded to the thought. "That must be it. Absolu