The Devil in sheeps clothing“Thomas take. I want all these items paid for this minute. Take a look at my skin; my products are all exhausted.” Trina tossed the phone to her boyfriend.Thomas took a long and weak look at the screen she had flashed in his face angrily, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He immediately went one heartbeat away from passing out.“But I only just got all these items for you last month, and just now you need another set for only your skin, Trina." He spoke coldly with a shivering voice, and he took a long, frustrating look at the figures dancing in front of him and then looked at her again to see if there was any trace of a joke on her face. He arched his brows, and his forehead wrinkled with massive creases.“You are serious?” he asked casually.“Of course I am dead serious, Thom. Why do you think I came to meet you here? Is it some sort of decoration? Jeez!” She rolled her eyes at him.“Pay for the damn items so I can get the hell out of here.

A Total strangerThe following morning, Maven jumped off the bed the moment she opened her eyes and found a strange man sleeping on her bed.“Who the hell are you?” she asked him as panic engrossed her entire body. She hit him countless times until he got up and screamed too.‘Who are you?” she asked again.“I’m Thomas”. He answered her calmly, wiping the remaining sleep from his eyes."Thomas, or whatever you call yourself, how did you get on my bed?” She asked, and then she looked around and realized she was in a different room from hers.“Wait, how did I get here?’ She sulked and panicked.“You were drunk, so I brought you here, Maven. I didn’t know your home, and you didn’t tell me, so I thought to bring you here’. He answered her politely. “Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?”. She asked the questions all at once.“Calm down. You had too much to drink last night, so you threw up on your clothes. They should be dried now." He answered her, and she suddenly felt something cold b

A Plea to GrandmaMaven’s legs were shaking vehemently as she waited for Thomas to arrive. She had already told Grandma that she was bringing her husband home, and when she asked if it was Sebastian Garcia as they had planned, Maven dodged the question. She peered at her grandma through the corner of her eyes as she waited for Thomas's call. In a few minutes, her phone went buzzing heavily. She moved away from her grandmother a bit and swiped the answer button.“Hello, okay. Give me a moment." Maven spoke in a hushed tone into the phone.“Is he here already?” Grandma asked, but because the blinds were down, she didn’t see the car that had pulled up in the front yard. Maven rushed out only to see Thomas dressed in a faded grey suit and almost worn-out pants. The soles of his shoes looked like they were taking a long walk to freedom, yet the owner has refused to let them go free.“What in the heck name are you dressed like a clown for?” Maven asked, holding her head with her hand and si

Grandma is no more.“What? Maven, I don’t know what he is talking about.“You stole my car." The old man said,.“Come on, boy, get into the car; do not let us use force on you." One of the officers said that and pulled him by the wedding dress.“Is there a clown party going on somewhere?” His large eyes could tell how curious he was.“We just got married. This is my husband." Maven spoke dryly. They were married for barely two hours, and the man she had chosen to be her husband was already causing her so much pain and trouble. The officers dragged Thomas into their van and drove off, leaving her by the roadside. Now she has to walk home all by herself.Meanwhile,Maven was walking back to Grandma’s house so she could get help to bail Thomas out of the police cell. Her shoes were beginning to inconvenience her, so she took off one leg, leaping with one of the heels on. “Damn bastard!!!” She cursed and pulled the second heel off with all the aggression in her body. David had made her d

Let us strike a deal.The next day, Thomas decided to go to school to see if he could have the expulsion waved off since he now had a fine placed on him by the school. He rode to school in his rugged bicycle, and the moment he got into the campus, the first sight that hit him was a photo of him pasted everywhere with a bold inscription that says "EXPELLED." He looked at it for a while and went straight to reading all that was stated in it. He didn't get any formal letters from the school about his expulsion, and why was his case different? He asked himself, and the only answer that came to his mind was that because he was born and raised in a poor home, he would forever be threatened badly. A small smile crept through his face as he pulled out the unlimited card from his pocket and traced a finger around the edges. He would definitely get his studies back. This was his final year as an accounting student, and he isn't going to let all the years of his study and labour go down the drai