The tears flowed faster than I could control. A failure.That was what I was. I held onto the bottle of alcohol like my life depended on it. My vision blurred as I stared down from the edge of the cliff. I took a deep breath.“What a great night to die,” I mumbled, taking a hearty gulp of my drink. My legs wobbled as tipsiness kicked in. Just one jump…Just one jump and all my problems would be over. My phone buzzed at that moment. Cursing at the fact that I hadn't left it at home, I brought it out of my coat pocket. My blood ran cold as I stared at the caller ID. With shaky hands, I received the call.“My gold mine,” Nathan's lazy drawl filled my ears.“You sonofabitch!” I rasped, almost stumbling. Little stones rolled over and fell down the cliff. “Oh, you don't have to take out your anger on me, darling.” His mocking laughter irked me, and I longed to scratch at his face with my nails. “You tricked me.” I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. “No, no, I didn't, darling Iris. You

She was smiling, while watching the TV. I could see her clearly from where I was crouching. I checked the time yet again. 9:00pm. Subconsciously humming and tapping my fingers on the rail, I stared on. Soon, the lights would go off, and it'd be time… I took a last moment's glance at my black bag, and chuckled lightly. I had been watching her for days. From her errands to the departmental stores, and her activities in her little home. All of them. I had memorized her schedule infact. It was a Friday. The only day she stayed up late at night watching her favorite show on TV. Smiling again, I continued humming, while counting down inwardly. One…Two…Three. In a snap, the lights went off, and I dived. The door pushed open without any difficulty. Studying the house layout beforehand proved handy, as I found a corner from where I could watch her obscurely. It took a few minutes, to get over to where she was seated, and I placed my hand over her mouth. I sensed the fear that enveloped he

This is so good,” the matriarch of the Parkers' family said, twirling around and looking at her reflection in the large living room mirror.I held my breath, as she continued.“So good,” she twirled herself once more, and turned to me. “Your designs are so good.” She paused. “Why don't you take on the Grand Dame project?”A smile finally blossomed on my face, and I nodded fervently. “Of course, Cecelia. I'll be so honored.” I'd been praying for this.I shook her hand. “Good. My secretary will send the contract, and details to your email, later.” She said, holding onto my hand longer than expected.She squinted her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel queasy.“Anything wrong, Cecelia?” I asked, hesitantly.“You didn't wear your wedding ring, today?” Taken aback by her question rather than the abruptness, my smile froze.“Pardon? I'm-” “To handle the Grand Dame project, you have to be married. Aren't you aware?” Her perfect brows arched.My heart dropped, as I struggled to form a coher

The change was so abrupt that my brain struggled to catch up. Heat pooled between my legs, and I couldn't help but shudder at his intense gaze at me.I hugged myself, and made to get out of the tub. Coming here was a mistake.Or was it? “I'll be in my room.” I managed to whisper, despite my messy mind.I barely made it out, before his gruff voice stopped me. “Did I say you could leave?” His voice was husky, but betraying no emotions.My heart raced furiously, and I slowly turned to face him. His eyes were dark and piercing that my legs almost gave way. I struggled to find the perfect response. We'd been kissing, and he pushed me away. Did he expect me to stay?The thought had barely formed, when a bittersweet taste filled my mouth. I'd kissed my abductor. My enemy. And I let him-“I thought you wanted me to.” I finally said, when he continued staring at me without a word.He curved his index finger, and gestured at me. “Come here.” He said.My legs didn't move. I wanted to get away

Just any way that I could get my hands on any sleeping draught. I kept scribbling until an idea came to mind. I frowned as I thought it was an overkill? I dropped the ink quilt and I frowned as I imagined the stress, plus the issue of getting caught... I had an idea to contact Queen Mirabella herself. She was the queen of Weasels; the Vampire kingdom, and was also the Source's Controller. We’d fought together in the past to destroy the Lumi and King Zeke's evil great grandfather who'd been terrorizing the Dark Realm.While I couldn't say she was my best friend, we were close enough for me to request such a favor. Now, the issue was how to sneak a message out of the Academy without anyone knowing. Our phones had been confiscated.I reached for a fresh batch of paper and wrote down my introduction, and my pleas. I wanted to write down my name too, but I thought against it. I wanted to remain anonymous. And if I would write a name, I would make up one for the sake of posterity. I