Ryan's pov Ryan felt a mix of emotions: anger, shock, and sadness. He had always thought of his mother as a strong and independent woman, but now he was learning a different side of her. He wondered if his father had known about the affair and His father probably must have not found out else their relationship would have been a strained relationship.He would confronted his father with what he had learned if only his father were alive. Something deep down told him, his father had known about the affair but kept it a secret to protect his family's reputation. He wondered how his father must have felt when he found out.How they tried so hard to keep it from him, something he doesn't appreciate. If he had known, at least it would prepare him for today. He understands a a little boy wouldn't hurt to know his mother's sin but he when he grew up, they didn't think about telling him anything.Ryan was torn between his love for his parents and his disappointment in their actions. He n
Ryan's pov Ryan was determined almost like a detective, always seeking the truth and justice for the victims. So, when Thomas Snr was found murdered, he knew he had to catch the killer. Questionings and searching for the answers, all the evidence pointed to Alex.Ryan knew that this wouldn't be an easy case. Alex was cunning and had a way of manipulating those around him. However, Ryan was determined to bring him to justice. He dug deep into Alex's past and spoke to anyone who had any information about him."Asher, get me everything you can on Alex"I ordered "Boss, anything for you. I have a detective whom I know, he's very good at this" Asher answered "Very well then, I'll be waiting" I answered and thing up. "We will see what you're up to, Alex" I thought, grinning. As Ryan delved deeper into the case, he realized that Alex was not just a simple killer, but a mastermind behind a larger criminal enterprise. The murder of Thomas Snr was just one small part of a much bigge
Eleanor... Terrible way to put an end to the life I had. Now, I won't get the chance to stalk or spy on Ryan and Alina as I wished, all thanks to grandpa Tony. Dinner at the extended family's household was pretty much like dinner in any other large household I had ever known:Everybody talked at once—except of course for Sleepy, who only spoke when asked a direct question—and nobody wanted to clear the table afterward.I made a mental note to call grandpa Tony and tell him he’d been wrong.There was no advantage, that I could see, in having brothers: They chewed with their mouths open and ate every single Poppin’ Fresh bread roll before I’d even had one.After dinner, I decided it would be wise to avoid my room, and give Jesse plenty of time to make up his mind about whether he was leaving with or without his teeth.I’m not a big fan of violence, but it’s an unfortunate by-product of my profession. Sometimes, the only way you can make someone listen is with your fist. This is not
*** *** *** * Old Ryan * When I climbed into the Rambler car at the end of the day, Doc was all over me. “Everybody’s talking about it!” Asher cried, bouncing up and down on the seat. “Everybody saw it! You saved that guy’s life! You saved Bryce Martinson’s life!” “I didn’t save his life,” I said, calmly twisting the rearview mirror so I could see how my hair looked. Perfect. Salt air definitely agrees with me. “You did so. I saw that big chunk of wood. If that’d landed on his head, it’ve killed him! You saved him, boss. You really did.” “Well.” I rubbed a little gloss into my lips. “Maybe.” “God, you’ve only been at the place one day, and already you’re the most popular girl in area!” Asher was completely unable to contain himself. Sometimes I wondered whether a slap might have been the answer. Not that I didn’t like him. In fact, I liked him best out of all of other boys-which I realize is not saying much, but it’s all I’ve got. It had been Asher who, just the nigh
Alina's pov I have no idea how long I lay beneath the planks of wood and heavy clay tiles of the crumpled breezeway. Looking back, I realize I must have lost consciousness, if only for a few minutes.All I can remember is something sharp hitting me on the head, and the next thing I knew, I’d opened my eyes to consummate blackness, and a feeling that I was being surpressed.A favorite trick of some poltergeists is to sit on their victim’s chest while he or she is just waking, so that the poor soul feels he or she is being suppressed, but can’t see why. I couldn’t see why, and for a second or two I thought I’d failed and that Hayley was still in this world, sitting on my chest, torturing me, getting her revenge for what I’d tried to do. Then I thought, Maybe I’m dead.I don’t know why. But it occurred to me. Maybe this was how being dead felt. At first, anyway. This must have been how it was for Heather when she woke up in her coffin. She must have felt the same way I did: trappe
Alina's pov My phone pinged, it was a message and it read, "The Greens, 08:00 hours,I have something for you" It was from a stranger. I wasn't, of course, going to meet him. I mean, despite ample evidence to the contrary, I am not stupid.I have, in the past, met various people at various appointed times and found myself, hours later, either tied to a chair, thrust into a parallel dimension, forced to don one-piece swimsuits, or being otherwise cruelly mistreated. I was not going to meet Paul Slater after work. I was so not. And then I did anyway. Well, what else was I supposed to do? The lure was just too great. I mean, actual documented evidence about mediators? Something about people being able to take over other peoples bodies?All the nightmares about long, fog-enshrouded hallways in the world were not going to keep me from finding out the truth at last about what I was and what I could do.I had spent too many years wondering just that to allow an opportunity like this
Alina's pov "Hello beautiful" A voice greeted. I had decided to go to the Greens as the stranger kept sending messages to her. I felt the blood in my veins run cold.I knew that voice. Knew it only too well. The man who owned it had tried to kill me once.“It’s him,” I whispered. Unnecessarily, of course, since Jon obviously knew perfectly well who it was. Jon stood up and moved from the shadows that had cloaked his face. He wore an expression, I was relieved to see, of intense distrust. He was starting to believe me now.“Who’s there?” he called, lifting the lantern and turning a knob that brought what had been a tiny flame to a more powerful one.The man below said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand. Except for the last two words. And they were easy enough for even me to decipher.Felix Diego.This is it, I thought. There was no going back now.Jon said something in Spanish to Diego, who replied in tones that, though I could not understand the words he spoke, sounded
Eleanor's pov Diego. Felix Diego, the man who’d killed Jon, because Jon's fiancée, the heinous Maria, asked him to. She had wanted to marry Diego, a slave-runner and mercenary, rather than the man her father had picked out for her to marry, her cousin Jon.But Jon never made it to the wedding. That’s because he was killed on his way there. Killed by Felix Diego, though no one at the time knew that. His body was never found. People, Jesse’s own family, even assumed that he’d chosen to run away rather than marry a girl he didn’t love and who didn’t love him. Maria had gone on to marry Felix, and they’d produced a whole bunch of kids who later grew up to be murderers and thieves themselves.And, not too long ago, the pair of them had paid a little visit to me, at Paul’s behest. He’d met Diego’s ghost. In fact, Paul was the one who’d summoned him.Now Paul was going to stop Diego from killing Jesse… probably by killing Diego himself. It’s easy for shifters to kill people. All we have
**** "I don't understand you" I continued when we entered the car "if I'm to be treated like a queen, why are you driving when we have an entire entourage behind us?" I asked "Because I'm treating you like a queen, durh" "I'll think of you as my driver then" I smiled satisfactorily. "I have a very juicy news" he licked his lips. "I can see it's really juicy for you to lick your lips, did you taste the juice?" He glared at me and concentrated on driving. Knowing him, I knew he would continue talking. "My three year old girl is dying to see you. She even decorated her bedroom and expects you to share the room with her" he said admiringly. "I knew she would always be smart, smarter than her father who paid an entire entourage to accompany us home" "It's was her idea, so that means I'm smarter" he bit his cheeks to surpress himself from laughing. "Wow that's so smart of her, she deserves a medal." I replied wiping the smile off his face. "Hmph.." he
Five years later, Courtney I stood at the arrival terminal in the airport, looking for my ride home. I had travelled to Europe for college with the help of Div and Donald and graduated with an upper class in law. I specifically chose to major in law so I can lend my voice to those that are voiceless. I saw a flag raised up with the name CounterKnee. I shook my head and walked to the person who was busy chatting away on his phone with a big smile on his face. I smacked him on the arm "Didn't I tell you not to call me CounterKnee?" I playfully glared at him. "What do you expect me to do when I miss you so much?" He grinned at me "Should I blush now or what?" "None, a hug will do" I hugged him tight "it's been five years" "I know right, it feels like yesterday and it also feels like ages ago" We disengaged from the hug and he collected my luggages from me, leading me to sleek car and I noticed an entourage. "Please don't tell me you hired
Donald "I knew something was up with that Uncle of yours. I never liked him." Mum said after I narrated everything to her. "I still can't believe he tried to kill me and Courtney." "I haven't told your father about it. You mentioned Div just now?" "Yeah, he's the one that helped" "That's new, the Div I heard about is cruel and he's a Drug Lord." Mum explained. "A drug Lord? Courtney got herself involved with a drug Lord? Is that why the police man saluted to him" "Maybe..... I'll head over to the police station. They should wrap up the case, we aren't making any charges. He's dead, we don't need to mention his case in court." I shrugged and eyed mother who was staring at me with mischief. I went over and hugged her tightly. "About Courtney" mum started. "Don't even go there mum..... don't" I disengaged from the hug and flashed her a grin then went to the kitchen where I met Flynn and Eva cooking. It was a sight to behold. "We're sorry,
"What contract you signed with mother ends today, I'll give you the money" My heart plummeted down, I wanted the money for college so I can't rent an apartment till I apply. "I want to work for my money" I argued "No, you've worked enough. I'm going to sponsor you to college and you can always consider this place as home" I wanted to raise my head and look at him. He pressed my head back against his chest "No don't look at me" "Thank you" I said with so much sincerity. "You deserve it CounterKnee" " Sorry to break you guys up, but what the heck happened?" Another voice said "Mum" Donald cried out, not masking the surprise in his voice. His mum?!
*** He stared at me as if he couldn't believe what he was wearing and pulled me into a hug. I let myself be hugged and relax in his embrace. It's finally over, we conquered our nightmares. "Know the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw you?" He asked, his chin resting on my head. I shook my head negatively against his chest. "Who's this fierce beautiful petite lady with wild chestnut hair who isn't afraid of my cold aura and broke through, now I have a warm heart willing to love." "What do you think when you see now, after you know, everything?" I asked "Wow, my bossy maid is one hell of a strong woman, beautiful and fierce at the same time, selfless too. She's one of the people I hold dear to my heart now." I blushed, surprised someone still thinks of me as beautiful. "What contract you signed with mother ends today, I'll give you the money"
ourtney ️ I watched helplessly as the policemen took Div away. "I'll be okay and probably be back in the night" he said as they took him away but that didn't alleviate my worry. Killing Simon was self defense, the police should know that. Seeing I wasn't convinced "what about bringing your flowers this night?" I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he left with the police, an ambulance came to carry Simon's corpses and I was asked to vacate the room without cleaning as they need evidence. I packed my belongings and moved them to Donald's room. I sat on his bed, reminiscing. Simon is really dead, my nightmare is gone. It still felt surreal. Donald entered and sat quietly beside me. "I'm so sorry Nora, I'm sorry I didn't believe you" he pleaded. I looked at him and placed my hands on his, "If I were you, I wouldn't have believed a stranger over my blood too so I'm not angry."
Donald I entered the room and stood in shock as I watched Uncle fall slowly to the ground with a strange man holding a gun. I glanced at Nora, she was holding a gun too. Where did she get the gun? "Who the fuck are you?" I wanted to ask but the words died down in my mouth when I saw her run to the strange man. For a moment, my heart surged with gratitude towards the strange man. He save Nora. I didn't mind that Uncle is dead, after all he had been planning to kill me too. "Who are you?" I wanted to ask again but the police men interrupted this time. They looked at the gun in the strange man's hand and Simon's corpse. "You are under arrest sire" The police man saluted before talking which only made me more curious. Who exactly is this man standing here??
*** After I killed him, she ran over and hugged me, surprising me completely. My sister was the only person that could hug me, here, another person is taking her place. I hugged her back not caring about the person behind me who should be the owner of the house. Hugging another person after a long while felt good and refreshing so I held on to her, not worried about the blood seeping into my clothes. "B-bo-boss" Jeff stammered. "Just kneel and raise your hands up till I come back and clean the mess here" "W-where are you going?" "Police station." Just as I said it, a batch of policemen entered fully armed and took in the state of the room including the kneeling Jeff.
DIV While I asked Jeff to stay guard of the house, I also stationed two more people. When I got report that Simon was heading to her room and destroying things in his bedroom, I knew he was going to do something other than having sex with her this night. So I got into my car and drove as fast as I could. I told her I won't let his blood stain her hands and I'm a man of my words. I'm not going to let her go to jail because of him. I couldn't protect my sister then and she's going to be angry if I don't help Nora. I entered in time to see him choking her and her pulling the gun I gave her out. I stood, watching the entire exchange, waiting for the right time to make a move. When he pointed the gun at her, I pulled my gun out and was about shooting. Then she threw the lamp at his hand, aiming perfectly. She picked the gun quickly and made to aim. I took action then and killed him. From my research, the Simon of a man has about twenty more people in ca