Armstrong scowled immediately her hands traced and fictitious wiped the unseen tears from his face.He held her hands and pushed them away from his face."He looks sad, burdened and heavy-hearted " Mell muttered.Armstrong watched her speaking with a lower tone, even though he understands what she is saying, but what has it to do with him?His only concern now is to place her on a trial and watch her flunk the test, hence exposing who she is, and when that happens, he will be ready to rip her heart apart or probably feed her remnants to the birds of the air."That's an illusion" he countered her words, gathering up the poultice and sitting closer beside her on the bed. He halts. Now why did he reply to her and why is he tending to a spy?He hisses. Dropping the poultice and trying to leave the room but stop when Mellisa made a whimpering sound. He inhaled intensely, running his fingers across his raven hair."Don't move." He urges her."The angel was crying." She began. "Does angel cr
He materialized in the dark eerie wood.A thunderous crash can be heard from the sky. The rumbling of distant thunder is followed by the flash of lightning the sky went dark and it started to rain.His eyes penetrated the darkness, hunting for that disturbing and lingering sense. He can sniff the smell. Yes, that lingering smell caught his attention. That smell he once sensed from the mysterious Mellisa, and that was different from her lavender scent. That dark aura. And now he is here, the smell gets closer and more familiar and he wondered who exactly is playing mind games with him.He swirls around, his eyes searching for that threat. He smirks like he already knows what it is. Nodding his head at the same time slowly stood up. Slowly he shook his fingers off like ants were wriggling around his fingers and he is shaking them off.He has a thunderous expression as he fixed his eyes on the darkest side of the wood like he is expecting something to emerge from there.The rain drench
Mellisa was sleeping peacefully. Her facade lined up with smiles but she was sleeping.What a sleeping beauty."You know I love you, Ria." Mellisa hurried and give Riana a back-hug. Snogging her captivating heart-shaped pinky lips on her friend's shoulder and at the same time tickling her waist.But she looked sad. Such a bummer. Her eyes were already red like the crimson.She wriggled herself out of her hold. Fronting her with that concerned and inquisitive look.She isn't crying, right? Well, she is and there is nothing she can do about it."Where have you been all this while? Riana grimaced and Melissa heave a sigh, rolling her eyes as well.That explains her awkward resistance. Because it can never be Ria. Resisting her friend's lovey-dovey clingy moment. She treasures Mellisa so much that she will do anything for her. Now she is infuriated and Mellisa got some explanations to do."I went on a break and I got you something. See..." She brought out two golden bracelets. Dangling
Bolyd already begged the life out of Samie and Ramsey to follow him to check on Mellisa's well-being. The two manic ain't giving heed to his constant pleading but after much bothering and pestering. They decided to follow him because it seems the Bolyd of a man is not going to stop with his pestering.At least they will choose the lesser of the two evils.Bolyd heart gladden when they agreed to follow him. Not because he was scared of going alone but because he needs to be extra careful and probably the martial Lord might be there and he is not ready to wobble words or get his butt kicked.He is always scared of Armstrong. So he needs these two at least to save his butt if there should be a need.He knows they can't go ahead and heal her against their Armstrong wish. Even though Bolyd already wishes to be disobedient at least this time to save Mellisa.She is not exactly what they named her. Even though sometimes she doubted his thoughts. You never can tell Boyld. She might be that a
"Jasper you know I can't believe you are just sitting down there comfortably staring at me."Ria fumed at her friend. She was expecting something like panic or an attempt from Jasper and since none is coming she was angry at his nonchalant attitude. But the latter her remark and continue with his phone surfing.Now she is pissed. When did Jasper change? He is acting weird and questionable each passing day and she despises that."You know you should use that earlier metallic dissolver and get me free from these crazy handcuffs."Exactly what she was expecting from her friend but unfortunately, her friend already discard the metallic dissolver. She can't believe McCall choose to silence her by temporarily handicapping her. He must be an ass. Such a milk-sop character. She chortled bashfully.That's so ludicrous of him.And the annoying aspect is Jasper's lackadaisical attitude is making things worst. He's always like that. Nothing ever fazed him. Such a kiddo."Sorry to disappoint yo
Inside the gloaming wood, someone was already in a suck. Armstrong was seen roaming in the twilight, the feral life of the wood already took their cover; the daring one attacking and him defending himself from their claws.Looks like he is enjoying himself. Such a bedlam scene.He groans. Wait; someone is enraged.Yes, he is. Furiously ripping the creatures who dare block his way apart. Such gruesome acts.The appearance of Nomed Demood did something to him, it brought back memories and images. Her daring appearance makes him question his decision. He has already chosen to let her live but not again; he is provoked and he needs to rip her heart apart.There should be a massacre and he will gladly do it; why not, that's what he lived for, what he symbolizes. Monster, Terror. Yes. He is no different from the torturer of mankind. Call him the devil son. Yes, his actions show he might be dining with the devil himself.He materialized inside a dark room, there were wailing sounds, shrieki
Jasper was tired in his sleep, his eyes fluttered open and he abruptly stood up advancing towards the driver's seat. You can tell from his reaction he was a bit scared but relaxed immediately after he saw McCall was driving the car.He rubbed his eyes and lean backward, tired. Stretching out his neck like Africa Giraffe just to make sure Riana McCarthy was okay. "How long have we slept? " Inspector McCall, not a time-keeping machine." McCall savagely replied to him, without tearing a glance at him.Jasper frowned at his comment. Such a fuddy-duddy Inspector. Ria is right he is such a jerk."How old are you?Jasper mused at him, he ain't sure if he was talking to him, so he wants to make sure he was on a phone call but when he saw no phone call connected, he was certain he was talking to him."Twenty-Two" He crossed his arms with a growl by then Ria stirred up, opening her eyes and rubbing them while seating up. She paused and stared at her free hand, shocked and confused about her f
(Let's have the comments rolling in 😘😘😘 Love y'all 😍😍😍)Riana climbed inside her room, peeling off her clothes, she hurriedly rushed inside her bathroom to empty her bowls and cool off her thoughts. She soaked herself in the already prepared warm water, building bubbles upon bubbles while scrubbing herself clean. When she was done, she looks herself at in the mirror and let out a gruesome hiss. Lifting her hand and taking a look at the mirror. "I hate you McCall" she cursed inwardly; her phone started ringing, picking up her purple bathrobe, she hurriedly rushed to answer her calls before it hung up. She rolled her eyes when she saw the caller ID. "What" she yelled on the phone. "Don't I deserve a treat after escaping death from Mr and Mrs long lost couple" "Cut the crap, Jasper." She scowled and Jasper snickered. "Fineeeeeee!! But Ria you seriously get on McCall's last nerves; when I grow up I would like to be like you." He added. "Fuck out Jackass." He chuckled and Ria smi
Mellisa froze in place when she took into the presence of the figure. A beast. No! Not just those beasts in the movies or her nightmare. A fucking live beast.Mellisa took a moment to swallow the hardest lump in her throat. So what she had been seeing in her dreams was real?Heaven! The beast looked frightening. It was blazing red, and was that a horn? Mellisa blinked repeatedly, thinking she was sick or probably seeing things because there was no way the beast in her dreams was real.The beast growled, showing its elongated fangs that were dripping wet with blood.Mell's legs trembled when it dawned on her she had finally met her end. Adrenaline churned through her veins; making her heart beat harder and faster as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. Her eyes were the size of a dinner plate. She was paralyzed with fear. She wanted to scream for help, but she already lost her voice.Mellisa couldn't understand what was happening and how a beast would be living at the back of the Ca
An eerie wind hit her once she stepped out of the Castle. The wind blew the trees. Startling her.Mellisa felt strange standing alone at the backyard of the mighty Castle. She felt a warning signal from her body, like those she felt the foremost when Armstrong queried her.She took her first step and halted. Then she turned her back and faced the humongous Castle that once served as her home. Mellisa stared at the enormity of the Castle and its enormous structure. She shook her head. Tears stung her eyes and her heart panged with regret.Mellisa was torn. She was sad and worried sick. Her subconscious mind wasn't letting her go. For months now she had been thinking about this day and how it would be. And now the day was here, she felt like she was doing the wrong thing.Mell knew what she was about doing was pure madness, that deep down she might regret it. However, She would rather regret the chances that didn't work than the ones she didn't attempt. She craved freedom just like a n
It had been exactly two days since Samie disguised as Armstrong and cooked gravy noodles for Mellisa. And now, Mellisa seated on the bed her escape instinct kicked in harder than before. She was cranking her brain, looking for a means to escape because she believed she got the best opportunity. Now the castle was empty and no one was around. She wondered how, and why Armstrong runs his castle's welfare. Must workers vacant same day? Well, that was a blessing in disguise. She sighed. At the drop of a hat, she went about gathering some of her things into her bucket bag. She was feeling giddy and excited. Happy to welcome the new phase of her life. Finally, any moment from now, she would be united with her family. She can't wait to sing her victory. Only the thought was enough to send tiny tingles down her spine. She huffed as she went about her business. Boyld already gave her the rundown of what the whole castle looks like. That was the day she caused the small drama at the lib
Immediately Samie teleported into the library. He gave out a heavy breath.They were right about disguising as Armstrong and doing all those kinds of stuff without Mellisa noticing. Samie realized she was smarter than they gave her credit for. He knew she recognized his voice, the doubts in her heart said it all.She was right to think the voice doesn't belong to the body. He knew she was battling with having to recognize the voice, but couldn't lay her hand on anything."Who are you? He remembered her question.He knew it was more than a question. She was very observant."How bold of you to disguise as me just to carry out those stupid things you did there?" Armstrong burned with anger. There was serious warning in his voice, and threat in his eyes as he glared at Samie."It wasn't that bad, was it?" Samie's voice lanced sardonically. He was trying to calm the demon down, because he knew his temper, and he wasn't ready to suffer a broken bone. To the demons, the healing of broken bo
"I will go get your food ready. You can come closer if you want to watch." He spoke quietly.Feeling lightheaded, Mellisa let her paralyzed body fell back on the lounge chair. She felt weak to the core."Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" She managed to choke out a word. Barely audible.She won't blame herself. That was the only thing her brain could register after experiencing this type of shock."You are letting this little attention get into your head." Oh! The realization hits her harder like African Mothers slippers.That was the worst answer but knowing who Armstrong was, he will always show that rude side of his.Something in his eyes changed and Mellisa got a bad feeling. Like he was warning her not to let those get into her head.She felt the pressure in her chest and shook her head. Allowing the tears to burn her tears.He cured her curiosity, her fears, and her confusion more brutally.The truth she was desperate for hurt her. Making her feel like she was see
Mellisa doesn't mind if the world spins faster, she just wants to wake up.She knew something was wrong when Armstrong said."Rice-pulled noodles, right?"Like how did he know she was craving for that?She closed her eyes and listened to his voice. It was the first thing she had felt drawn to from the beginning. A pure, light-hearted voice. Full of concern. If it wasn't strangely scary, she wouldn't mind listening to that voice forever.But no, Armstrong could never, that voice doesn't belong to him. Armstrong? That cold fish could never come back to make her rice-pulled noodles, and Armstrong could never sweep and tidy messy kitchen like he was having fun in it. Like it was a piece of cake. Armstrong could never show this level of concern. This particular Armstrong is wrong. Unless he was possessed. She grumbled inwardly.Armstrong looked at her, waiting for her response for a long moment she didn't say a thing. She was too perplexed to speak. The wheel in her heart was going in dif
"Banshee.....!!! She heard a husky voice call, at some point, she thought this voice sounded familiar.She sucked in a sharp breath of slight startle when Banshee that was growling at her like she was a meal ready to be devoured took a step back. Even though Banshee looked like he wasn't satisfied with whatever that made her halt. She was happy that she wasn't devoured. That would have been worse than dying as a prisoner and allegedly spy.She twisted in fear, glancing at the closed door to where the voice came from, and froze.Standing on the entrance with the door closed, his two hands dug inside his side pockets was a man who shouldn't be here.She could feel the weight of his gaze on her shoulder and she felt sick at her thoughts. The thought of what she did minutes ago hit her like a train.What is he doing here again?She turned slightly to her left and saw Banshee, lying down with her tongue sticking out, she wasn't growling like before.She took her eyes back at the incohere
At Northern Coast. (Raiden's Resident)"Any information?" Raiden asked Paul as he stepped inside the room, his hands dug inside his pockets. He paused on his moves once he took a look at the man tied to the chair undergoing torture.Staring at him from head to toe, he nodded purely practically.The sight was brutal, the man's head was hanging low, blood dripping from his nose, and sweat all over his almost naked body."Unfortunately, no. There was no sign of Luciano, even Allen and Aidan went into hiding after Liam was abducted. Paul announced, poking his cheek inwardly, face focused on barely alive Liam."Do you think they knew he was with us?" Ivan inquired, his attention fully focused on his boss Raiden.Raiden stepped forward to where Liam was being chained down, he looked like he was lost in thought as his arms were crossed, and his thump brushing his lips. "It should interest you that Luciano is not as dumb as you think... I'm pretty sure he knows we are here and might be plannin
Once Mell was done taking her ginger drink, she approached the sack closer to the downward cabinets. Bracing herself. All confident even though she knew she suck at cooking, nevertheless, she won't sit back and starve to death. Not when she was on her period.Putting her hair in a bun, she reached out to touch the bag of flour, she could feel a gentle powderiness that caressed her hand like a whisper of snow. She could feel the soft grains of flour sliding through her fingers, leaving a smooth, silky sensation on her skin, she grinned, smiling coyly at herself as she felt the smooth content.It was rice flour. She smiled and then went ahead to measure a cupful needed to prepare her rice noodles."Today I'm going to do this. Just mix this and that, knead, and stretch. That's it." She beamed. Then stir fry, reheat, and cook. What else? She was rambling whilst bringing out the needed utensils for her cooking."Easy right?" She pouts, remembering how Jasper Cruz always prepared Rice noodl