"I'm just twenty-three, how can you be treating me like a hag and being unnecessarily mean." She murmured groggily as she was slowly running all through the hallways.It's just coffee not much. She snickered at her nutty thoughts.She was jogging through the hallways, looking for the best place to hide before Armstrong could get hold of her. She doesn't know why even though Armstrong got that deadly and intimidating aura, she still found him interesting and fun to be around.She had questioned her heart severely " Hope you aren't feeding on trauma, Madam? And it shows she is completely sane and clearheaded.Then why did I find Armstrong interesting?She looked back to see if she was being chased and gasped tiredly once she saw no one. She stopped running.She was about to take the elevator when she saw a familiar face.Avira! The lady she met once. She approached her only to realize she was being accompanied by three other girls of her age.They exchanged pleasantries then she followe
When Mellisa reached the dining room entrance door, she suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, then peeked inside just to make sure the motion wasn't hostile before she moseyed towards them.Upon reaching the dining table, she realized Armstrong was gone with Raiden, and she breathed a relief."I admired your courage earlier." Boyld complimented and Mellisa tiredly rolled her eyes whilst leaning her head down on the table."You don't call that courage when I'm about to be unalive." She groggily muttered."You haven't eaten anything for two nights now.......Here....." Boyld began pilling up food onto her plate but Mellisa being the smart type and know what she did earlier, slightly pushed the plate aside."I'm not yet hungry...Hey!! She loomed closer to Boyld...."Where is that Ice Devil?? and Boyld chortled while staring at her."He doesn't care about you. Stop acting desperate and low-key seeking attention." Arson scoffed and Mellisa hissed, leaned back with arms folded, her eyes fixed
"You think Mellisa will get closer to Armstrong before we return? Ramsey had asked as he moved closer to the couch and slouched down.They had formed a conglomerate to carry out their plans. Raiden was seated, legs crossed whilst surfing his phone, Arson and Calton relaxing by the corner with their booze and dragging their weed whilst still waiting for orders from Raiden.They are already in the human world which means Northern Coast Province which is technically Mellisa's country and has been warned severely by Armstrong and Raiden not to act rashly whilst visiting the country, They already understand the rules and decided to follow them, reasons they choose to come the humans' way by making use of their airplane and entering like Southern Isles delegates just to fit in the saying that's says"When you get to Rome, act like the Romans."They had come to investigate and find out the way about of Nomed Demood and Luciano that was their main purpose of coming and in order to not get ex
Samie arrived at 'Strip & Rock a popular night club in the Northern Coast Province, it was known for having the most intriguing lassies, and notable men from all nooks and crannies of the country always troops in and out just to have a taste of the clubhouse.He pulled over and packed his car, before leaning down from the car. He looked dashing as always.The dance floor was glowing with different lights, stepping through the front door of the nightclub, the blinking lights welcomed Samie's eyes coupled with the booming music.The club was packed with different people dancing, laughing, drinks in their hands. He surveyed the crowd, looking for a nice spot with a better view; after s thoroughly searching and couldn't lay his eyes on a better spot; he then walked over to the bar and pulled a chair closer to the counter."Whiskey please." He said, opened his side pocket jacket and brought out his joint, and began rolling it.The whole room was bustling with different men of different cal
Samie eyes were roving over the tightly packed crowd as he was moving along the squeezed path, his eyes set and focused on the girl earlier. The crowd already going gaga from the DJ's throbbing funky music, the dancefloor was glowing with different rays, and different colored laser beams shot out from the rotating lights in the ceiling.His lips lopsided into a knowing smirk, the thrill he felt under his feet as he was dodging the crowd from pushing him down. Okay fine. This girl better worth the chase because I can't suffer from all these stinky sweats just to have silly Sally again." He cussed inwardly, pushing and squeezing himself just so he could pass the sweating crowd up to the dancefloor. All of a sudden, he felt a soft body sidelined him, snakes her hands around his waist, and manages to turn him to face her.Samie cringed at the way the girl was tongue-licking her lips at him. This is a seductively dreamy move. He sighed. Okay. The girl is fine with her long butterfly eyelas
Samie was swirling around, his eyes swaying all the nooks and crannies of the club looking for the strange caramel girl. He looked like he was beaten in his own game, the fun he had been planning to have at the club flew over his head. The thoughts of having his beloved summer gracing his bed and rubbing his joystick back there at Heaven's Isles resort weaken him, not to think of it; why does it look like he was going wild over some human stripper? Is that what being in love felt like? Then he better stay off single. He hates falling in love. Doesn't sound right. He is just here to do his one-night business. Not to fall in love.Samie was chugging on his whiskey when he felt a silhouette like that of a female leaning her head on the table and was surrounded by different ladies of the night. Judging from the way they were bubbling with laughter while chatting through the glass of beers they were holding, he could tell they were having a fun night. Probably some college students who wer
"Oh shit. I just want to grace my dick but it seems my fists want some chocolate." He said sardonically, playfully blowing breeze on his palms."This is our territory, and you are not welcome here." The biggest of the five horrible-looking men said. It seems the pervert he hit earlier went and called on Samie and his gang. The gangs were in all-black attire, tying a red bandana scarf around their hair; each was holding a cudgel and waggling it mid-air, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike Samie."Your territory? The one wey your poverty papa built abi? Samie, this humourous demon swinger also gets his angry and impatient side as he mocks them in another broken language of the humans. "I'm not looking for a fight but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy fighting. You know, what's sauce for the goose, also sauce for the gander." He smirked, then rubbed his nape before sliding his two hands inside his pants pockets and straightening up.The saying 'When in Rome do as the Romans do,
Back at Heaven's Isles.Mellisa had been hiding ever since the castle was empty, leaving her at the mercy of Armstrong. Always sneaking around to carry out her personal duty in the kitchen like whenever she wanted to hit up some food in the kitchen, she tiptoed furtively while still praying silently in her heart never to meet Armstrong.She had been feeding from the food Rhoda cooked after telling her the castle rules which also apply no stale food, everything is always fresh, no wonder the ladies are always cooking."I will just make small rice and store it in the fridge for you, The Lords might enter the kitchen that's under probability." Rhoda had told her after taking her around the kitchen and telling her which was which and how to use it. "You don't have to worry or be scared, no harm will come to you." Rhoda had rubbed her hands in assurance before leaving with all the castle workers.The Lords also left that same evening. The pain she felt standing on the stairs and watching t
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