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 could feel her skin come alive the moment the cool gentle breeze graze her skin. She closed her eyes slowly, ingesting in the beautiful nature, her hands spread out with a smile creeping from her lips. When last did she enjoy having fresh air blowing her skin? She has been indoors for Days, Weeks, Months, etc. She can't remember how long but she knows it's been long, she saw the sky and now she is here, her heart can't contain the joy.She saw the birds fly over her head and she jumped up in excitement, the trees looks new to her. Gosh! She must have gone partially blind. Now she understands being alive with no freedom of movement is another torture on its own. She felt suffocated haven staying indoors and mulled up. She can't remember exactly what happened during her stay there, each time she tried to process her dreams and some events in her dreams, it looks like there was a mist covering her brain and filtering some of her memory.She knows she has been sick and weak, yet
The men watched her as she spread her hands, inhaling deeply from nature. That, they understand. She really does miss nature. They already took her around the town, driving her from one mall to another, from one park to another, and answering tons of questions from her."Omg!!! Never know civilization has already taken place here! Jezzz! What is your Country name?The men were a bit shocked at her outburst, did she really think they are analog men? The fuck! They already doing things her country wasn't able to do. Ramsey shook his head."Heaven Isles." Boyld has answered her."And your money is different." She picked up a Rioya note from the cardboard, raising it up and examining it thoroughly, an action the men found funny at the same time gigglingly watching her."Heaven Isles! But this Country isn't on the Map, and it wasn't taught in my school, all my years of studying." "That's because you guys call it Southern Isles and tagged it a forbidden land," Samie said more to himself an
"Halt." Armstrong's voice echoed a corresponding chime and the men and their horses halt, tugging and clasping the horse, until it comes to it calm.Jumping down from the horse, Armstrong hurried up to meet the other men who looks like the Boarder's guards. They chin up once they saw him, throwing up a salute as Armstrong approached them; then the men make straightway from where they stood, a straight line, and Armstrong and his men walked majestically through the straight way they paved.Earlier today after agreeing on what to do on trailing the Druids' routes and fishing them out one by one after Raiden draw to his notice the appearance of the Druids. Raiden is not the type of man to say what he is not certain, and for Raiden to say the Druids are back, implies they are truly back.He wanted to make sure, by finding out himself so instead of sending his men on the ride, he decided to ride with them. Arson, Raiden and Calton know war is lurking somewhere and they know they are alread
The car pulled over to the castle entrance and Mellisa and the three men leaned down, Mellisa carry his parcel with her, and she bowed in gratitude to each of them to their surprise. Just when they were about to climb the castle stairs, the sky thundered and flashlighting followed.Mellisa flinched, and Samie shook his head. He already knows what is going on. Someone is already in a rage. "They beckoned on Mellisa to hurry inside which she did and when the men were sure she is already Inside, the door guard close it."I think we need to check on the men," Samie said and the trio without interchanging words took themselves straight to the fight scene.*********************Mellisa entered the house and halt in the hallway. The fact she doesn't know which stairs lead to her room bothered her, and the fact she will have to climb almost all these stairs to find out the exact one is her room, that alone is loads of work.Judging from the interior of the whole castle, from the entrance alo
Two hours ago, Mellisa was in the kitchen with the other housemaids. Everyone was busy engaging in one thing or the order. A big pot was boiling in the cooker, and different ingredients were sprayed on the chopping board. From the look of things, she understands the maids were preparing the evening meal.Rhoda being the eldest as she thought was giving instructions and Mellisa was shocked when Rhoda embraced her immediately she entered with Avira. She felt out of place as she doesn't know nor understand what is happening, but Rhoda pulled out a Chesterfield sofa, beckoning Mellisa to come have a seat."Just sit and relax okay." Mellisa nodded and quietly plug herself down, watching as the maids carried out their chores.As she watched, she felt a bit uncomfortable and bothered about why should she just sit and watch instead of helping out. She was becoming restless."How was the City tour?" Avira approached her, poured some juice into a tumbler, hand it over to her.Mellisa nibbled on
The druids are powerful magical beings who possess an incredible connection to nature and the elements. They have the ability to command the forces of nature, shape-shift into animals, and commune with powerful spirits and deities.Druids are always protectors of the wild places, They live in hidden groves, ancient ruins, and other mystical locations that are off-limits to all but the most trusted friends and allies. They serve as guardians of sacred trees, stones, or other natural features that hold magical power.They also possess the knowledge of ancient and powerful spells that control the weather, summon spirits, and heal the wounded. They could also have the ability to manifest magical creatures like unicorns, griffins, or dragons.Their magical influence could be so strong that they may even possess the ability to speak with inanimate objects and animate them for their own purposes, turning trees into sentinels or rocks into warding sentries. And they are Armstrong's worst night
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