Kristen stared at their friendship photos since kindergarten. She folded her arms, () her breath and heavy at heart. Will she get a chance to see him again? Will she ever get in touch with her best friend? She went away after a big disagreement and painted her as the devil. It wasn't her fault as she was only being concerned. "She would come back right?" Maria's voice echoes in her head. She just discovered she was at Victoria's mansion. Kristen had drove over a few minutes after Vicky left. She had thought she would meet her and pressure her to change her decision of following Alex. Arriving there, she found Maria subconscious on the ground. Hurriedly, she checked her pulse rate and carried her inside the house. Kristen called the family doctor who rushed over to administer medication to her. It was a miracle that she survived a heartache despite her rash health. She had to stay
If no one believes him, then at least, he had Vicky. Alex wishes to vanish away with her, having no worries over what people think about him. The car began to move as the men had nothing left to settle between them. He shut his eyes. THE PROMISE! She gulp hard, holding firm to her mother's hand and then let out a sad smile. It took a while for her to respond. Maria was nervous and pondering if her daughter would grant her last wish. "Yes mom, I will" "Please don't say you will die" she cried feeling the warmth of her mother's palm on her cheeks. Maria heaved a sigh and shut her eyes to relax. She was looking pale and weak. At last, a part of her worries were gone. Her only strength for staying strong was Vicky. Soon, a nurse walked in and tells Vicky that visitation hours are over. "She needs some time alone" the nurse explains while c
He spur his eyes widely as that was unexpected. Felix knew alcohol makes someone speak gibberish words but it felt like a confession. He gulped hard, took a glimpse at her and shook his head to jerk back to reality. Felix intended to carry her in his arms and take to her place. However, she jerked up immediately as though being electrocuted. Kristen screamed at him and ran away with his blanket. Her action suddenly made him scorn at her as that was so uncalled for, like cinderella who left the prince charming stranded. He didn't even get a chance to know the state Vicky in the chaos as her drunk stage had taken over. ** The two ladies groaned as their legs were on each other. Vicky opens her eyes and scrolled around, she tried something pinning her down and it was Kristen who had placed all her body on her. Waking up with a splitting headache made her cringe as sh
Kristen and Maria were mystified by the file which came in. It felt bulky and mysterious. On it was an inscription written; a guide to the truth. "This must be what I am looking for" Maria suddenly attest as she stood up from the couch and headed to the study room. Kristen followed suit, she had informed Alicia to replace her boss at the presentation because the discovery might be life changing. These women sat opposite each other as Maria had turned the file upside down, revealing everything the file hides. She could see pictures and a flash drive. Kristen gasped as she saw a man and woman covered in blood. She retch and held herself not to irritate Maria. The old lady's hands were trembling as she muster up courage to look at the picture clearly. She found the murderer in a dark hoodie, squatting low to their position, his face looked familiar.
It took a while to get over the bizzare feeling he had earlier with James. He had received a text from Emily. Alexander would be meeting with her and he had to plan a little surprise. He took a break at a jewelry shop. There was always a necklace she had wished for. He never minded if it was his last savings as he was too excited for the rollercoaster that comes. Alexander smiled at the jewelry shop as he took his leave. He was holding a box of jewelry which he has purchased. He was wearing a casual outfit. Walking through the path that makes up this lane, he tiptoe towards the crosswalk. Tomorrow would be a huge day for him, when he got to reveal the truth and take back his rightful position. Everything was falling in place, thanks to the woman who had always been by his side. That's why he had
Maybe that was what he had been trying to hide, maybe he just didn't understand. He didn't understand the feeling, why he doesn't want her hurt, why he wishes to grant her desires, why he deals with his soldiers who tries to lay a finger on her. She was right, a king and a maid were never meant to be in the first place. He had been staring at her room for a while, wondering to himself why he uttered that statement. It was anger but why haven't she come out yet? He wants to see her, her frown, her smiles, her complains and feel that tender body of hers. He chose her because at first sight, he felt his heartbeat. It was nothing like never before. He so much desired to avoid her after that night but then he felt so connected and tried every means to keep her close. He always feels his head throb, his breath cease whenever she was in danger. He wants to stop him
He was escorted to the court and found the elders, grinning from ear to ear. His sullen gaze at them made them refrain from their act. His appearance made them bow as an accordance of respect. His sadden heart made him speechless as he listens to whatever they've got to say. They took their executive seat, each contemplating on who to air the opinion they have brought. "Your majesty you're not getting any younger" the first began and he adjusted himself. "Get straight to the point" he snarls with a stern look at them. The first gulps hard as the second took over from the conversation. It seems they were prepared for him. After all, their much deliberation made them arrive at this conclusion. "You'd need someone to be here after you. Your son precisely. Besides, people might begin to think you're a weakling, impotent!" Arakan drew his head closer as he irks an eyebrow at the old alien. He wishes to find the ma
These lords were igniting the wrath in him as he wasn't done with the temper he developed earlier when the woman he seeks to be with refutes him. He desires to wrap up the meeting that doesn't interest him. "I am the king and my decision is final..." He pauses and shifted his gaze to the young lady who suddenly walked into the hallway. She stepped into the room, and all eyes turned toward her. The evening dress she wore flowed like liquid midnight, a cascade of deep indigo silk that shimmered softly with every movement. Its off-the-shoulder neckline framed her collarbones, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck, while a whisper of lace trailed down the bodice, a subtle nod to vintage elegance. The dress hugged her waist before flaring out, creating a silhouette reminiscent of a blooming flower, petals unfurling in the soft candlelight. As she glided across the polished floor, the fabric swirled around h