"You, what are you doing here"
The woman woke up from her sleep and shouted at the person standing at the door of the room."She is back... She is back from prison.""How is that possible isn't she in the cell for life imprisonment? How could she possibly return? You must be mistaken.""No, my informant can't be wrong."He had confidence in his men.With a wobbly leg, the man got onto the bed and held the terrified middle-aged woman. Her body was fluttering, and she could not say anything after hearing what her husband had said.In dark cornern of the room, the woman in black sneered and lurched away silently.She was uninterested in their conversation. She entered a vast library where thousands of books were lying in wait for someone to read them. Moving around, she took out book number 1017. The book was an old, romantic novel. But she was not here to read the book. She jiggled it vigorously, and a piece of paper fell out. She gently held the paper while maintaining the book's original position. Her frown was tightly tangled as the paper lay empty. After a careful inspection, she turned to the villa's old abandoned study. The study was in poor condition; it appears that no one had entered this area of the building in years.The room was dark and dusty, but the brown color furnishings demonstrated the intelligence of the person who used to work there. She scrutinized the room with misty eyes and gently touched the study table with her cylinder fingers.She has no recollection of anything belonging to the person who used to devour the most valuable time and make every powerful decision here, but she felt the presence. A drop of tears slipped from her cheeks to her chin and fell to the floor. She had no idea when a single drop turned into rain and she slid down on her knees. With both hands, she tried to quell her sobs but endeavoured again and again, she still failed to hold back. She knew she could not lose herself in the wolf and tiger den, but her heart was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to listen to her brain and sobbing instead."Sorry ….. Dad, I am sorry."Only a single sentence left her lips in her sorry state.She rubbed her eyes with the backs of her two hands. Her eyes were wet and red, but her posture was firm as a mountain. She got to her feet and opened a drawer that was affixed to the table. The various types of colourful bottles were kept organized. Taking out the small bottle of liquid she spread it on the empty paper. The paper quickly dried, leaving behind some written words. She was proven correct. She dashed back to the library and took out books one by one from the middle row.Gathering ten additional blank sheets, she proceeded to the study area and completed the process. Words began to appear on those papers gradually. Though not shocked, she was nonetheless depressed—both for herself and her family. And she vowed she would not let anyone go unharmed.She slipped out of the mansion quietly and quickly, moving ahead. Her movements were clean and smooth.The night was dark and cold, with the pale moon and street lights creating a chiaroscuro effect on tall buildings that remained as lonely as ever. Standing under the shadow, an aristocratic face appeared in her mind and she wondered if he was still inside the building.On the top floor of the building, the man stood at the French window, a cigarette still between his fingers, waiting to be lit. He looked into the void night, and the nothingness in his eyes grew as the pale moon hid behind the menace.His eyes fell on the dark street as an angelic face appeared in his mind, and he wondered where she was at this moment. He felt as though her hazel purple eyes were still watching him from a distance. He sensed she was waiting for him to come down from under the building, even though it was impossible to see anyone in the dead of night.She came out to look for him and waited under the building on a dark and cold drizzling night, just like she did years ago when he was late for home and his cell phone was turned off.Years later the night was still cold dark and drizzling his body worked faster than his mind and he was already down the building. The girl was still dressed in a thin white dress, her lustrous hair floating in the air, and she was shuddering, as if she had been there for years. Her face was paler than the moon. He could no longer wait to hold her in his strong arm.He dashed forward, held her tightly, refusing to let her fall or run again. He had waited, waited years for this moment. He felt her cold body and constricted his grip. Putting his face deep into her neck, he closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of her hair. A warm liquid left his eyes perplexed, was it a raindrop or his tears? He did not want to cry for her he did not want to hold her either but his mind and his heart were in a brawl. His heart vetoed to listen to his mind and the hater and malice he regaled for years frazzled in a flash. He thoroughly lost himself to her.The woman in his arm sobbed, her cold and shuddering body convulsing a little more and he heard her soft whisper,"Iden…I …I missed you…"her voice quivered as her cold arms circled his west resting her head on his chest. He too missed her, missed her so much that he lost all sense of existence. "Ellaya…"He whispered back in her ear. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. Their gaze met freezing the cold temperature to the negative. A drop of rain hugged the plunging tears and collapsed.Tall, obstinate trees dancing to the light breeze and the sounds of passing birds as the dew on their leaves kisses the morning sun. The cutton in the white-painted room lifted a speck, and sunbeams fell on the sleeping man on the bed. His eyes quivered twice as he heard greetings from his associates. The first view he saw was not the beautiful one he dreamed about every night, but a white ceiling, and he realized he was in a hospital room."What'm I doing here?"His voice was hoarse and his head was heavy. He even felt a sort of pain in his neck. "Boss, we found you fainted and were unconscious all night. You had fever, the doctors said, you should stay under observation and rest for the next few days."He was surprised to learn that the night before he had a fever. He appeared to have seen her and even hugged her, as far as he could recall. But how did he end up passing out in the street? How come she disappeared? Once more, was it an illusion or a dream? No, that is not possible to
The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. He was taller than six feet three inches, with a bull-like, muscular, and angular build, as well as prominent cheekbones, a prominent jawline, an elegant nose, and lips that were meant to be kissed. The most striking aspect of his face, though, were his silver-grey eyes, which had the angelic grandeur while perfectly capturing the essence of the living, breathing devil. enhances the shine in his black hair even more.It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward.His every step was confident and assertive, and as James followed, a group of people in black followed suit. He was tugging on his Rolex watch as James recited the schedule.The chauffeur reached forward to open the door of his black limo
A short-haired woman with a cute little face was lying upright on the couch, holding a novel in one hand and wearing a face mask. She was swaying in the air with both of her legs swinging out of the armrest. A lovely melody was playing in the background as a melodic voice filled the room.A brief moment afterward, she heard the door knock and a content smile appeared on her face. She placed her novel on the tea table and yanked out the mask as she strode to pull the knob, a confectionary smile spreading across her face. She dragged the person inside, but the visitor did not seem as pleased as she was. Ellaya jerked her hands from her grip, hurriedly entering the room, and barked at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I beli
The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned away
"Sing with me, everybody.""Rock on."Rock the world!The crowd cheered."Rock the world."She jumped on stage. The masses jumped along side her. "Rock the world," she sang, pointing her microphone back at the audience, which had gone crazy with her. Her long, beautiful hair, adorned with various colors, hung in the air like a beautiful canvas.Her tall hourglass figure was tightly wrapped in black leather pants and a halter tank top with shimmery belts and jewels. Her confidence was palpable, as if she had been born to rule the stage. A group of beautiful women danced alongside her as her voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to go insane and dance like there was no tomorrow.When the music stopped, she bowed to the audience and walked back through the crowd, leaving Masses shouting her name. "Ellaya ""Ellaya ""Ellaya"Hooting, shouting, and deafening noises filled the concert hall.She confidently exited the stage, tossing her headbands and wristbands with each mo
"You recently returned from France and successfully took over your hometown's business. I am very proud of you, my son."Iden sat across from his father, who took a seat behind his study table."Iden, as a mayor, my job is not only to serve the nation, but also to encourage young people to get involved in politics. Every individual's first and most important duty should be to serve their country. Politics is not just a game for retirees; it is also the responsibility of young people. And I expect you to support me in the upcoming elections to help spread this message.Devid Ruan, Iden's father, puffed off the pipe and pointed at his son. The man exuded pride in his son. Why not? He not only loves and respects his family, but he was also an extremely talented businessman. Ruan Industries was the name he took to the top, where he could only think. His grandfather's name was Ruan. He had begun his company on a modest scale, and he and his father worked assiduously day and night to expand
"Thanks, Aaron. I am not sure what I would have done without you." Eva shut the car door and bent over to thank the man in the driver's seat."Anything for you, sweetie". He winks at her with a silly smile on his lips. "By the way, what happened to your rock star?"He inquired, looking at the woman walking towards the entrance. "Nahh! Nothing really, just met someone," she said, turning back to face her exciting figure. "May be more cavalier than she." They both laughed. "I need to leave now and see you later." She left."I think we should hold a press conference before releasing the video album 'broken,' what do you think, Ellaya?" Eva inquired as she viewed the newly edited footage."Yeh! of course , why don’t you ask the model of yours to deal with her controversies first. Or I will hold her accountable for the losses." Ellay spoke while typing something on her laptop."Ohh!! Come on, Ellaya, she is just a model; nothing will happen just because she enjoys being in controversies."
With the annoying sound of his cellphone Iden tossed aside the duvet and sat on the edge of his bed. Raking his hand through his dark black hair, he turned slightly to see a woman sleeping naked. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips.Last night, even after taking a cold bath, he could not get the women hunting out of his mind. He could not stop thinking about her purple eyes. He ended up drinking at the bar and bringing the woman to one of his hotels' suites. The woman approached him and told him her name, which he could not recall now. She introduced herself as a supermodel or actress, but he did not remember and did not care; all he remembered was thrusting her hard, thinking of a certain purple-eyed girl.He still had no idea who the girl was. Where did she come from? She appears to be insane, as no sane man would jump in front of a speeding car to save an errant dog. He stopped himself from sending his people to drag her into his office, fuck her hard, and then throw her out of