For a couple of moments, Slade felt out of place. The fact that Lord JK had appeared out of nowhere was a struggle to register, let alone the hurrying fact that followed his presence. Slade's gaze was transfixed on the silhouette of Lord JK that drifted towards the villa until the door had opened and shut behind him. Of course he knew that it was not a news that Lord JK respected him and wanted him to be a part of his family. Yet every now and then, the old man does not cease to amaze him. First, it was the fact that the old man had referred to him as his boss! Slade was still trying to work himself around that awkward situation that he never paid for. And right now, out of the blue, Lord JK had saddled him with the title of what he could never have been able to imagine in a thousand years. The point was not the fact that Slade was too poor to buy the estate! Instead, it was the argument of gifting. How can someone suddenly just gift something like this out as though it meant not

"Here he comes." A college student, with his hair dyed green, said to those who were seated around him. "Where?" One of the boys looked up. "Are you blind? Can't you see him from here?" They all looked. There was a slender young man walking through the door into the department hall. His hair was stylishly roughened up at the front but the rest was neatly combed. The lad kept his gaze straight. It was obvious in his reactions that he was trying to avoid the gazes of his colleagues. 'Why has the lecture not started yet?' He mumbled to himself as he quickened his pace. There was a reason that he had decided to come to class late. He had wanted to come late in order to save himself some troubles, but right in this moment, it felt like things might not go as planned.He found a seat for himself at the extreme corner of the hall. He wanted to seat away from anywhere there would be any sort of commotion. He looked in a particular direction. He seemed to be looking for someone, but the

Time stopped in that very moment. Tyq didn't know how to feel or what to think. The only realisation that loomed over him was the fact that there was an unconscious body lying in front of him. He felt shaken to the core, yet he couldn't find the motivation to move. In fact, he was still struggling to believe that he was the one who did this to the young man. The loud voices of the group scrambling off knocked him out of those thoughts and brought his mind to the urgent matters. All he could think of in this moment was running away. No one should find here. No one should see him next to the unconscious body of the bully. He turned around and started running. He didn't care in what direction he was running. All he could think of was escaping that scene. He kept on running and didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He couldn't bring himself to a halt. The motivation was unknown but very strong. After a couple of minutes of running, he finally came to a stop. He didn't come to a stop becaus

Mariana kept a long gaze at Celia. None of the things that Celia was saying made any iota of sense to her. She was trying her best to believe it but there was something else haunting her mind. From the way Mariana was staring at her, Celia could easily tell that she was having a hard time believing what she had told her. Celia knew that if it was the other way round, she would be facing the same kind of worries and struggles, too. So she wouldn't blame Mariana. "I understand the way you feel. But it's the truth. You just have to live with it." Celia advised. Celia watched the eyes of Mariana change all of a sudden. "You understand how I feel?" Mariana's tone after this question was quite strange and judgemental. "I mean, yes." Celia replied carefully. "You have a lot on your plate right now. You don't know what to do either. A lot must have been going through your mind. I'm sorry you have to feel this way. I'm sorry that any of this is happening to you." Celia was genuine when s

Linda was sitting in a loose sofa. The arms of the sofa were old and dirty and the foam beneath was torn and weak. She had no choice but to settle down there else she would lose her legs standing for too long. She was staring at the old wall of their former family house. It was a bungalow. The paint on the walls was starting to peel off because it's been forever since someone lived there. She hated to look at it but there was nothing else to stare at. Her mind was boggled. She had a lot of things that kept her sighing and shutting her eyes momentarily. All of a sudden, the wooden door of the bungalow was pushed open. When it was pushed open, the door almost ripped off the wall. "Be careful with the door. How many times do I have to tell you this?" Linda yelled at the person who had just pushed the door open. Pascal ran into the living room. His phone was in his hand. He was looking like someone that was being chased by a wild cat. He didn't care about anything else. "Look at thi