The sunshine peeped through and the rays of settles on Mellisa's face, she abruptly stood up, rubbing her face and giving out a loud yawn.When Mellisa woke up from sleep, it was a bit late, she was awed by how she came to the bed, she was sure she was sleeping in the dining room. Her eyes swirling around trying to get her bearing, she runs her hands all over her body to make sure she was still putting on her clothes and exhaled deeply in fear.Then how come? Maybe one of the ladies brought her back or probably she sleep work since she was already tired after touring the tour with the men. She exhale heavily, her shoulder shrugged tiredly.The door cracked open and Rhoda came as usual to help her get ready, but Mellisa calmly told her no."Thanks for taking care of me Rhoda but I'm strong now and can use the bathroom myself." She smiled at her and Rhoda nodded, excusing herself without much persuasion."Mellisa you need to be careful; okay." She patted herself on the shoulder and hurr
"Where is Mellisa? Boyld asked Armstrong immediately he strode down from the stairs."Armstrong not Mellisa's keeper." He scoffs, and shoulder-pushes past Boyld; going straight to his sitting position when he noticed all the Lord's gazes were fixed on him. He closed his eyes, nibbled on his tongue, and walk towards Boyld who was curious about Mellisa's wellbeing."Do you really think I feast on her last night? Gosh! Her blood is bland; I have taste." He hissed, his arms crossed and he looked up at the same spot he saw Mellisa, and there, she was still standing and he shook his head, watching her amused him. He knows what he did to her and she is trying to snap herself out of her shocked state."See your strangled lassie up there." He wrinkled up his nose, nudging upwards for them to see.The Lords abruptly stood up, rushing to where Armstrong was standing, their gaze traveled straight to the stairs and there was Mellisa still in shock. Something must have happened to her the Lords thou
"I'm doing what you trio falls to do." Arson pointed a finger at Samie and the two.Samie clenched his fists, the urge to punch this demon is written all over him and he shut his eyes, left-handedly picked up a fork, and started fidgeting with it. "You are never in the right to tell us how to do our job." Ramsey pointed a warning finger at Arson."Seeing how enticed you trio are in nature calls for desperate actions. Just watching her alone, you already acting like she is your long lost lover and little princess; we aren't here to nurse someone's feelings." He argued and Boyld could see the anger surging through Samie, and the way he is trying to control him.He knows Mellisa's case is a drastic one, and they are already putting everything together to help. Now Arson's unreasonable actions mess up things and annoyed Samie. "This is the case of the druids and..." Arson's voice came again but before he could finish saying what he wanted, he felt a fast blow on his jaw and he falls bac
Raiden materialize in Armstrong's study as he predicted, there Armstrong was sitting on his golden arms-chair, his two legs crossed over to the chairs, his head leaning backward with his eyes closed.Raiden knew he wasn't sleeping and he knows he knew he was here, the room temperature wasn't favorable and Raiden knew he was angry hence the freezing mode."And the day you will freeze us to death is coming," Raiden said, grabbing the whiskey bottle and pouring some for himself."Get the fuck outta here Raiden." He yelled, eyes still closed and Raiden chuckled; but before he could take a sip, Armstrong quickly yanked him up, flipped him over thereby smacking him on the wall and Raiden groaned, spat out blood while stroking his chest; and trying to stand up on his feet, but Armstrong speedily grabbed his arm, flipped him again and pinned him against the wall, with his strong arm strangling him.Raiden struggled for a release. Truly coming here was never a good idea, because this demon is
When Raiden was still thinking about what to do to make Armstrong change his mind before he eat away Mellisa, then he heard throaty bubbling laughter echoing in the room; he stiffed and quickly turned around to know where the laughter was coming from.Hope nobody dares eavesdrop. His eyes swirled around to pinpoint the direction of the sound, he wanted tip·toeing then stop and swish, he disappeared, and appeared in the hallway but no one was there, swirl around to catch whoever was eavesdropping on them yet nobody was there, then swish! he materializes back in Armstrong's room.Armstrong abruptly stood up when he heard that sound and he knows where it coming from. Right from his backyard garden. He ignored it at first, then it repeated, another ebullient blissful sound filled the room and he abruptly stood up advancing towards the window to see who dares stepped their feet there.That's his sacred garden, only the caretakers come here, and it occasionally, and with a strict guard. Nob
Armstrong was leaning against the Timber Wood watching Mellisa as she hurriedly stepped down with his furry cat cuddled on her arm. He was curious about what she is about to do but he kept quiet while probing.After Mellisa was a bit tired of stroking and cuddling the cats, she decided to make their meal puree; she wasn't supposed to but as a cat lover, she knows what a cat loves. Scrambling around to get the rightful bowls, she rushed down to one of the small running stream, a pipe to be precise but it was channeled into a small pound, making it looks like a small running stream. She began washing the bowls she will use in preparing the cat puree with the furry cat clinging to her as usual.Armstrong cringed, rubbing his eyebrows. "That bitch is being clingy, what a showoff." He doesn't know if he should rush and drag her out or just watch her to see her next actions, just as he was debating and wondering what was inside her beanie when Mellisa dropped the already cleaned bowls grabb
Belinda Keller was standing at the window, a mug of coffee in her hands, lost in thoughts. The raindrops trickled down the windowpane. As she stares out into the gray day, she feels like the world has become colorless and bleak. It's as if the whole world is crying along with her. Inside, she feels numb and empty, but on the surface, she's trying to hold herself together. She was depressed, so distraught, that she could hear her own Soul whispering into her, telling her everything will be alright. But when? How?It's been months since she last saw her daughter, the numbness and emptiness in her heart since then can make a resounding echo, and she feels waves of anger. After all, it's not fair that her daughter has gone missing. It was not right, and she was furious at the universe for allowing this to happen. She was angry at herself, wondering if there was something she could have done to prevent this. She couldn't do anything, she was just being a useless and irresponsible mother.
Today was the Topper Savers monthly magazine photoshoot, in which Riana and Mellisa were to grace the cover magazine.As renowned models, Riana and Mellisa have worked with various sponsors throughout their successful careers, but lately, ever since Mellisa's disappearance, she had been experiencing a great deal of dissatisfaction with their services. Everything kept boring and annoying her.Riana and Mellisa were known for their professionalism and meticulous attention to detail. So she expected her sponsors to mirror these qualities and provide her with the support she needed for photo shoots, events, and promotional activities; even though she felt sad and unsatisfied doing it aloneNow she has to grace this important fashion shoot scheduled with a luxury clothing brand. She arrived on set to find a disorganized mess. The clothes ordered for the shoot were not up to her standards, and the accessories were missing. Despite her attempts to communicate her concerns to the sponsor's r
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