What’s this strong unpleasant odour? Antiseptics? Disinfectants? Where am I? Oh! I remember. I took the bullet that was meant for Mr. Turner. Seems like I’m in hospital right now. I can hear some indistinct voices. This voice. It's very familiar. Is It Mr. Turner?But what is he saying? I cannot hear it clearly. Please speak loudly. I wanna hear your voice. “Please wake up soon, Garaine. I can’t bear to see you like this. Please wake up for me.”I’m awake Mr. Turner! Mr- Wait, I can’t open my eyes. Ugh! I have to open my eyes. I want to see him. Is he crying? Why is his voice quivering? “Mr. Turner…” She croaked, blinking several times to adjust her vision. Weylin, who was holding her hand between his palms while touching it to his forehead, immediately looked up. His eyes widened as he saw her blinking at him. “Garaine, you are awake!” “Water,” she grunted.He immediately poured some water in the glass. Helping her to get up slowly, he held the rim of the glass near her lips.
"Divorce!?” Leysa gasped, putting her hand on her lips. “You are talking about divorce!” She turned toward her husband who was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair. “Blake, is he really our child? Did you really inherit our genes?” Blake glanced at his wife, shaking his head at her dramatic remarks. He was at a loss of words when Lucia informed him about Weylin’s reckless decision. “Weylin, your father and I have been together for fifteen years,” Leysa stated proudly. “Never did he mention breaking up with me, or divorcing me even though I’m from a normal background. How can you think of divorcing her when she is a well-trained assassin?”Weylin didn’t say anything. His gaze was glued to the floor. A heartbroken Garaine kept taking glances at her husband, hoping that he would change his mind.Lucia was standing beside Garaine, comforting her best friend whenever she became tense while Jace stood beside Weylin. The way they were so engrossed in the serious conversatio
Garaine spent the next few weeks resting in Weylin’s bed. He didn’t want to take any risk and moved her to his room. He was so careful while taking care of her, providing the utmost love, support, and anchor to her that she left like she was some spoiled princess of some distant fantasy world. He provided everything from time to time starting from medicines to food. In his absence, his specially appointed maids took care of her. He even made time out of his busy schedule to accompany her on walks so that her recovery would speed up. His boundless dedication and great deal of care made her heart flutter, making her fall for him all over again. He even remembered what her favorite snack was and which brand she preferred. Through all the sweet loving moments, Garaine felt like something had changed in Weylin. Though he was being all lovey-dovey with her, giving her a princess treatment, she felt he was being somewhat distant. He seemed to distance himself from her after they reconci
"Is everything alright?" Sitting comfortably in a Lockheed lounge, Blake Turner, the leader of 'The Devils', the most dangerous mafia organisation in England, asked. His hawk-like sharp eyes were glued to the laptop screen as he was checking some statistics. "Yes, sir." One of his men replied, bowing his head. "Any news from Shadow?" He asked, his thick shaped brows forming a frown. "Master." A cold female voice reverberated in the room, gaining the attention of every man present there. The leader side-glanced at the lady who bowed to him, putting her fist on her chest. Her face was covered with a black mask, leaving a pair of upturned eyes. Her jet black hair was tied into a high ponytail while a few hair strands fell on her forehead. Her slender yet toned body was hugged by black robes, covering every inch of her skin. "Mission accomplished." Her emotionless voice was heard again. Her pair of fierce eyes glanced at the leader as she finished her sentence. "I knew Shado
It was a fine day. The area was filled with a crowd that seemed to have its own life. The fans were cheering for their idols who were going to participate in the famous motorcycle race - 'The California daredevil race'. As the name suggested, the motorcycle race was truly one of the most dangerous races, taking away the lives of several expert motorcyclists. The prize for winning the race was so tempting that it attracted all the experts without thinking twice about risking their life. Weylin Turner under the pseudonym 'Rider' was waving his hand at his fans. He was seated on his motorcycle Yamaha YZF-R6. His long hair, which touched the base or his neck, was combed backwards while a few naughty locks fell on his forehead. His friend, Jace Smith stood beside him, chuckling at his friend's popularity. "Weylin, I know you want to impress your fans. So make sure you will win the race," Jace said, running his hand through his hair. "Be careful. You know how dangerous this race is."
The casino Blue Flamingo was filled with vibrant neon colors. The outstanding luminescent shades of royal blue with orange added more fame to the casino, attracting gamblers like that if the bioluminescent underwater organisms attract their prey with their bioluminescence. The lavishly decorated interiors proclaimed that the casino was not for some ordinary gamblers, but the gamblers and players with deep pockets. The constant undertone of slot machines in action filled the area, sounding like a robotic background theme. The gamblers seemed to be focused on the machines, some sighing while some grinning in joy. Weylin Turner, standing all tall and proud, entered his casino - The Blue Flamingo. His side-parted jet-black hair was combed sideways, leaving a few naughty locks on his forehead. Dressed in a Brioni suit with black gloves covering his hands, he walked amidst the casino, towards the private luxury room which was specially booked for him. His hawk-like hooded eyes glanced at
After landing in England, Weylin Turner deplaned. Rising his head up, he enjoyed the soothing sunshine that was touching his expanses of skin. His lips curved upwards into a gentle smile. Hmm...this is the pleasant smell of England. I missed it too much. "Enjoying the nice weather, huh?" Jace chuckled, glancing at his best friend. "Of course!" Weylin laughed gently. As he walked a few steps, a black Mercedes A 600 appeared, followed by a few black BMW 7 cars. Men dressed in complete black got down from the car, bowing to the young master. "Welcome, young master." The driver of Mercedes who was dressed in a black suit greeted him. Weylin flashed a warm smile with a slight nod. No sooner had Weylin and Jace got into the Mercedes than they departed, destined to arrive at the Turner's Mansion. After some time, Weylin arrived at the mansion- the place where he had millions of childhood memories with his father before he was sent away. The huge mansion seemed like a luxurious
Running his fingers through his wet hair, Weylin put his hand on the rim of the bathtub. Leaning on the edge of the tub, he took a deep breath, inhaling the relaxing lavender fragrance which was filled in the bathroom. The twilight bath bomb in the lukewarm made the bath even more pleasant."Shadow prepared all this…" Weylin trailed off, scrubbing his body. "Everything is just too perfect- the fragrance, the bath bomb, the temperature of the water and the atmosphere. How does she know everything about me? How did she come to know that lavender fragrance is my favourite? Most importantly, who is she!? She even denied revealing her real identity. On top of that, she has special approval from dad."These thoughts had been bothering him a lot for a while. No matter how much he tried to put the pieces together, Shadow seemed