Riana stepped out from the Keller's home, haven made up her mind to visit the IIF to know why they slacked in their job and now Mellisa's disappearance is trending with misleading headlines. It wasn't in her right to do but knowing who Riana McCarthy is, the power she had, and the fact she already vouches to keep her and her friend's modeling gigs going until her safe return because she believes even if the World gives up on Mellisa's return, she will never give up. Just like Jasper, she decided never to think negatively maybe sharing Jasper's optimism will make things right and brings about positive results.Now standing there and watching her bodyguards, she detests being surrendered by these men, she never loves being followed, even though she knows her image is important to the Brands she models for and it's very dicey to be seen alone, still on still; she never loves it. Yes, they are doing her job but being around her is a big turn-off.A smile creep out her lips as she approach
As the door slammed behind Ria, McCall couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He was finally alone, but his mind was still racing. He was trying to process what had just happened, and the words that Ria had said were still echoing in his head. "I'll make sure that everyone knows what a fraud you are." Those words stung, but he knew that they were just the product of Ria's frustration. He understood her anger. That girl and empty threat are just like five and six. He hissed.McCall took a deep breath and straightened his tie, trying to regain his composure after his heated exchange with Ria. But before he could gather his thoughts, the door opened again, and in walked Mr Keller.The man's face was lined with worry and exhaustion, and McCall knew this was going to be a difficult conversation. "I'm sorry for interrupting, detective," Mr. Keller said, "but I need to know what's happening with the search for my daughter.""I understand your concern, Mr. Keller," McCall said, doing his
A few minutes later, an officer knocked on the door of McCall's office. "They're all set up in the interrogation room," the officer said. "You ready to start?" McCall nodded and got up from his desk. "Let's do this," he said, steeling himself for the task ahead. He followed the officer down the hall to the interrogation room, where the suspects were already waiting. McCall's expression hardened. "You're not telling me everything you know," he said, his voice firm and unyielding. "I can tell when someone is lying to me, and I can see that you're not telling me everything. I need to know what happened to Mellisa, and I'm not leaving this room until you tell me the truth." The suspect's face paled, and he began to sweat. "I swear, I'm telling you everything I know," he said, his voice shaking.McCall studied the suspect's face, looking for any signs of deception. "You're not being honest with me," he said, his voice cold and resolute. "I know you're hiding something. And if you don't te
After the search team had returned to the station, The following day; McCall drove to Mellisa's parents' house. He knew they would be worried, and he wanted to reassure them as soon as possible. When he arrived, he knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later, the door opened and Mellisa's mother stood there, looking concerned. "Come in, please," she said, and McCall stepped inside. "How are you doing?" he asked. Mellisa's mother just shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "We're so worried," she said. "We have no idea where Mellisa is."Riana and Jasper were also there looking troubled as always. The family was planning on how to pacify the media and bloggers when McCall came in and interrupt them.Unlike the Kellers, Riana was the only one who wasn't pleased to see McCall as she quickly avert her face.Odessa was not home since her book station is having a briefing and some meet and greets with some fans, so she went to sign some books for her fans. McCall took a deep
The room was filled with a whimpering sound as the men winced in pain.Right there in the red glowing room, was a man who got blood all over his body, his left finger was dancing on the floor like a headless chicken and Armstrong sneered mischievously. Seeing and hearing their painful groans does it for him.He just finished fighting with beasts from the wood as it was seen all over him. Bruises on his face, fists, and some parts of his body. His tank black shirt already damped with blood"You must be bored? He approached another man, bent down, and yanked his hair, lifting his face and he was facing him, blood dripping from his face."You can't get what you want from me." The man chuckled a mockery.Armstrong nodded satisfactorily, his eyes squinted and he rubbed his nape with his left hand before he slowly pulled the man's hair and the man winced in pain.He turned and looked at the other four new spies but now prisoners and he can see them already peeing in their pants as he tortu
Armstrong was in a snooze when he felt a hand grabbing his hand, he tried yanking it off thinking it was one of his cats until he felt something as chilling as ice water and he abruptly stood up that was when Mellisa fall back amidst fear.Earlier when Armstrong scared her away, she rushed back to the house, like she was chased by fire, barged inside her room, and quickly grabbed her medical kit, therefore returning back to the cattery just to treat Armstrong's wounds against his wish. When she terrifyingly stepped inside, she was already squirming and praying for Armstrong not to harm her, that immediately she saw Armstrong sleeping, she hurriedly brought out her medicine tools and started treating the wound.She pour the methylated spirit into the small conical flasks she always put in her box, pull out the healing tape, and dropped it by her side, then she use the medical cotton bud and started first by cleaning his knuckles which were brutally bruised. She knows he could feel it
Arson and Calton were present in the conference room when Armstrong came inside, followed by terrified Mellisa, striding behind.From her appearance, they could be able to tell what Armstrong is capable of, the two stared at each other before Calton quickly summoned Samie by getting into his head.Mellisa was facing down tiredly, her legs bruised with tiny drops of blood showing up and she was equally barefooted, hair tousled and her clothes disorganized.Armstrong marches towards the window, arms crossed. He doesn't know what is wrong with him but he doesn't care. Whatever emotions pilling up in him now is confusing him and he wasn't ready to handle it.Samie, Boyld, and Ramsey barged inside immediately Samie got Calton's telepathy calling, he immediately called out to the other two and they speedily dashed inside. Knowing it about Mellisa, means they have to come the human's way.Boyld rushed to Mellisa, taking her by her two hands after seeing the state she was but Armstrong's hoar
Meanwhile, in the cattery, Armstrong couldn't understand himself and the way he acted earlier wasn't how he planned it. He already decided to be calm towards her but yet he messed up everything. He knows he scared her for real and that action alone is enough to scar one for life.He doesn't know why he feels like blaming himself, he never cares what people say about him but why did he find her outburst a bit painful? Was it not what he wanted to hear? People cursing him, saying hideous things to him? Are those not his kink? Always imagining and expecting the worst. When has he been bothered by how he was treated? He doesn't care and he will never care. He is the dark angel, a torturer, and the devil in disguise. Being brutally cruel and doing miserable things are his kink.He loves taunting souls, seeing people wailing in pain makes him happy, so why does he suddenly care about that crazy Kitten outbursts? Why? He shut his eyes, clenching his teeth, the urge to strangle the life out o
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