This is me, Bellatrix. I like to go by the name Bella, and I also like my hair newly styled, mustn't be over a week! I visit my nail salon every week, too. In fact, I am just done with this week's manicure, obviously on my feathery purple gown with a little ruffle on my shoulders running across my breast, low enough to reveal just a little cleavage and keep his mouth watering. He loves how purple contrasts with the warm beige skin tone I worked so hard to keep even. My steps would have been just like a runway model if I wasn't carrying a heavy cake and my heel was not an inch too high; I was supposed to practice this yesterday. Ugh - anyway, I won't let that get to me. I didn't forget to lace my small lips with reddish-purple lipstick. So loving how it matched my heel! His apartment is on the sixth floor of the high-rise building in front of me, and the few minutes’ walk from the garage is already hurting my foot, but no, I still need the bright smile to complement the exoticness of

The day I saw my boyfriend cozied up, I don’t remember driving but the next thing I know I am at home scrolling through our pictures and crying, I broke a few frames and rubbed myself against my bed. Blur blur blur and next thing I am scrolling through my social media handle and deleting our couple video. Then an ad pops out. It says Stop watching the game, be in it That was enough to spark my interest, clicking on it and in no minute I am in a site, too lazy to read or observe the complicated features and the image of what looked like two ghosts. I simply scroll until I get to some bold writings that said: all you have to do is uncover this mystery and lay the twins to rest to save the village “What twins?” I muttered to myself, scrolling back up to see where the story started. I read In a faraway town, surrounded by nothing but hills and trees, hot like in the summer and the rains never wet the floor, a woman married to a ruthless man lived in the only mansion in the town, her hu

The sun had faded and the sky above the Millerton hotels gray with clouds creating what I would always call art, with another few clicks in my phone I smile at my sheer talent with pictures but my smile grows distant when I steady my gaze back at the sky. I have always wanted the opportunity to look at the sky quietly on a hill feeling the massage of cool breeze brush against my face and maybe going for a dip in the ocean every hour. But my last minute decision of signing up for this stupid game had eventually landed me in the middle of a town where everybody stared. “What are you doing out here?” his deep voice grows behind me. Did I forget to mention that Tony’s voice is a definition of heart tripping deep? I control my breath before tilting to face him briefly I hope he found time to cover up at least “A lot on my mind” I reply just as my gaze met his. disappointed, I heave a deep sigh turning back away from him, he walks up by my left, strolling closer until his spicy bergamot f

The chilly air in the city swayed the low grasses against our boots, I didn’t really want to go on my first detective mission a.k.a saving the village agenda with the grumpy ass mate that seems to be jealous of me. Not like I blame her though but I am still disappointed. Tony did want to go with me, I saw it in his squeezed face when Rose chose to go with him. I am pretty sure he glared at her to change her mind. It could even be that they shared a room because her ass was scared to go to bed alone in this weird ass town or just her obsession with unaware pictures and videos. “They just keep staring” Thelma says, dragging my gaze towards her, her voice is a lot more friendly and she is gazing helplessly at the old woman who hurried into her tiny house which I would argue is a freaking hut. Thelma was right though, from the looks of it, the villagers would stare and when we look back they would go back to whatever they were doing only to stare again after we had looked away. They wou

The setting sun poured red lights on the narrow empty streets and the lights within the huts grew even brighter, the silent calm evening breeze brushing against the low grassing, swaying dry soil over them. My room had the white fluorescent flickering lights on too and everyone is present except Olivia, all their gaze focus on a group of teens hugging themselves on my bed trembling and whimpering. I sat by the side table opposite them with Thelma standing beside me holding a mean frown. I found them where I remembered seeing them the previous day but this time they didn't giggle or play games instead they shook with fear all forcing themselves on the wall when I tried to approach them and it did take me hours to convince them I am not a ghost kidnapper. Chuckling within me, I watch Tony pat the youngest among them, a girl who had not stopped sobbing her neat ponytail now loose and messy with her tiny hands covering her face on his chest. “How are you kids here?” Thelma’s typical co