(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 opened her eyes immediately she felt that feeling of an eye smoldering her. Her eyes fluttered open and meet with Rhoda's; a brightening smile creeps Rhoda's face and Mellisa abruptly stood up.Her vision was blurry but she can still see the smiles plastered on Rhoda's face.Rhoda took her in for an embrace to Mellisa's surprise. This is the warmest welcome she has received here, and to be frank it warmed her heart. The sincerity in the hug soften her heart, and she didn't realize she was crying until her tears dropped on her face and soaked Rhoda's apparel.They broke the hug even though she didn't know why the hug at least it felt good and elevated her mood. Rhoda handed her another glass of warm water mixed in eucalyptus oil and she gladly accept, trying her best to take it down her throat even though she feels the pain. She dropped the glass on the side table, trying to stretch her hand then but her eyes caught the white bandages muffled up around her like a wrapped shawa
Mellisa stirred up opening her eyes and abruptly sit up from the bed. How long have I slept? She asked no one in particular."You are awake? A voice snap her out of her thought, and when she turned by the side, she saw Boyld who smiled at her while standing up and walking towards her bed.She noticed the other two guys weren't there making her wonder if Boyld stayed up all night watching her."How long have I slept? "All night plus the halftime of dusk," Boyld replied."But why did you have to watch me? I'm not running away." She said and Boyld chuckled."Well, I have to stay to administer the second and third drip." He said, then took her hand and remove the drip syringe needle.Mellisa stay calm, watching his gentlemanly action, the way he removed the syringe needle like he doesn't want to hurt her gladden her heart."Rhoda will help you get ready and breakfast will be ready before you are done okay." Mellisa nodded at his statement while still muddled then Boyld left.Rhoda came
Samie and Mellisa entered the dining room, and Mellisa trembled when Samie cracked the door open. The room was enormously beautiful as usual, different meals were placed on the table and she wondered what actually is happening. Her curiosity skyrocketed immeasurably making her wonder if they are feasting. Three unfamiliar faces were seated on the left and the other two were seated on the right.She was able to recognize one very well; Boyld. He remembered him earlier this morning. The one who stayed up all night watching her sleep. He waved a HELLO at her when she drew nearer to the table and stood up, rounding the table to help her seat. All this makes her uncomfortable.They were all seated looking at her. She noticed their eyes fixed on her, but instead of being scared, she decided to use this opportunity to mark all their face; while reciting their name and seeing if she can remember. Why be scared? She can't keep living under her shadow. She will never allow their deadly aura t
"Who are you ?" His eyes smoldered her face and sent chills down her spine. "A food monger who is eating her last meal." She rolled her eyes."You are not the only one hungry; Others are also hungry. Eat with some decency." He released her hand, her actions disgust him.She was choked with the morsels in her mouth, grabbing a glass of water and then annoying gulping sounds filled the room. She emptied the whole content; carelessly place the glass on the table and make a loud nasty belch and the men ewwed in disgust."Decency." She scoffs."Yah!!! Why should I care about decency when you keep reminding me of how you can't wait to unalive me?"Clever." Armstrong clapped. "I'm the one to kill you, not some food.""Hahahahaha." Mellisa burst out and then froze. "But how can you be talking about someone's life like you can create any? Who the fuck are to determine how I should die?The men gasps. Raiden shook his head, picked his spoon, and scooped for himself a sumptuous portion, eating
Armstrong!!! She squealed, her hands trembly hanging mid-air as a shield. Her body quivered from fear. She can feel a figure covering her but she was too scared to open her eyes.It was so unbelievable how Armstrong who wanted to have Mellisa dead, is also the one saving her again. The men already watched in amusement as Mellisa and Banshee the dog were acting like the two were in some kind of wrestling. Mellisa tries to save herself by thinking she will be able to read Banshee's moves and Banshee watches every move of her and waits for the right time to attack her. And once Banshee saw an opportunity after glaring scornfully at her, it stretched and howled before jumping on her, but before Banshee will land on her, Armstrong blocked Banshee's attack by speedily pushing Mellisa out of the way and causing Banshee to slam itself on the wall and growls.Armstrong watched Mellisa shiver as her shoulder started to shake, as he held her together. He shook his head; this is just a test and
Armstrong exhale heavily, the anger boiling in him he tried to control it; he throws his head backward trying to suppress the urge to break the feeble hand he was holding, he can feel it, hear her thoughts and she was in total pain; her whimpering sounds filled the whole room and he can tell it was from his grip. She is truly hurting. "I'm going to ask you this for the last time and you will have to say nothing but the truth." He leaned closer to her face and Mellisa abruptly flinched back. She never loves his closeness. It's threatening."Where did you get this necklace? He angrily whispered in her ears and he could feel her tense up. Her breath hitched before she could stop breathing.His voice was cold with a promising thunderstorm warning, telling her to say the truth or get ready to get a strike.Her eyes trailed from Boyld to the other men, seeing how deadly serious they are, making her understand that maybe saying the truth will save her. Nothing but the truth, because judging
Mellisa halt to the surprise of Boyld and the others, turning her back; she called out to him."Armstrong." The men gaped, Armstrong furiously lifting his head toward her direction. His eyes flare up, his fists clenched; his expression cold. The urge to punch her if she happens to say anything suspicious or cheeky was written all over him."Thanks for believing me." She offered him a smile, her eyes smiling also and showing her cute midline diastema. The most genuine smile ever; he can't remember the last time he took notice of someone's smile. He looked at her shocked, and perplexed, he never told her he believes her; how did she conclude that? He glared at her, her heart-shaped pinky lips pouting out as she speaks, the way she fidget with the white short gown she was wearing, and her long raven hair that was combed and styled with some fancy clippers, her round cat eyes that always bulging out of her sockets whenever she is surprised. He is not admiring though, he leaned backward w
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