It was 6:30. The city of Los Angeles was busy and eventful as always. Alvin was in his father's Cadillac car. They were both in the back seat, driving to a place which Alvin guessed was the banana penthouse. The drive was silent and uneventful, and Alvin looked at the chauffeur's head as he drove—since he wanted to avoid his father's gaze at all costs. None of them has said a word since they left the interrogation room. And Alvin wanted to ask his father many questions but he was too scared to do so—like his asking would bring the harshness of reality to fall over him once again. The silence was slowly killing Alvin, twisting around his heart and soul like a boa constricting its prey. They had been driving for hours now, and still they hadn't arrived at their destination. Alvin was tempted to ask his father where they were heading to, but he didn't dare. He wanted to enjoy the peace and the silence a little longer before he faced his punishment. He looked outside through the w
Wednesday looked bright and promising—but not for Nora Waxson. She was walking beside the road with her phone in her hands and airpods in her ears. Her phone was playing slow pop music—the only thing that took her out of the world into a place she could control. She had a lot of things on her mind today, and didn't know how to shut down her thoughts and concentrate on the life ahead of her. Life? Nora chuckled as she thought of it. There was no life ahead of her. Raven was going to come for her sooner or later, and snatch whatever remains of her. A big question mark still hung in the air, though. Raven had claimed that he knew where she was—which meant that someone who she had given her email had sold her out. And the only person she remembered to have given her email to was Manager Thompson. If she was ever going to avoid being used as meat for Raven, she had to track and find the person who sold her out—which was Manager Thompson, by the way. But Nora still couldn't beli
(Last chapter's continuation) Nora looked at David with shaken eyes, her features rigid and wavering at the same time. “What?“ David walked up to her, his expression unreadable as always. “Raven. Who is he… or her?“ “I owe you no explanation, asshole!“ Nora suddenly said before running out. Catherine ran after her, followed by David who did it in a more composed way. Nora was looking around, searching for a possible means of transport. The cops hadn't let her see her surroundings when they were taking her here—and she would have been more frustrated than ever if the station was not in North Hollywood. Catherine finally lost it. “Can you tell me what's happening, Nora? Or you've finally run mad?“ Nora shot her a glare that made her freeze. They had fought once, and Nora knew Catherine feared her more than death but was using her acting talent to hide it. “I came with my car,” David announced, walking up to Nora. “I know you don't have any money on you, babe. I can driv
Warning: This chapter involves some wild actions which might not be suitable to very young minds. Read at your own risk.****Wednesday night was cool with a satisfying atmosphere. It was the perfect night for dying in your sleep. Raven was hooded, wearing a long and thick black robe that hid his body features. He was walking majestically without any company, with a smile of success on his face. He had killed the second of his ten remaining step-siblings yesterday—practically driven up to her shabby house in a small California village and killed her peacefully. Now, he was in front of a Jamaica themed club in Los Angeles. He brought out his phone from his pocket and texted a “wait for me” message to Jordan who was on the wheel of his Mercedes car at the next street. Raven kept his phone back in his pocket after that. His gaze roamed around the street and the bar before him. The place was quite busy, with the majority of people who had come out of the club drinking on the
When Nora got conscious, she noticed that her hands were tied to the back of an iron chair in which she sat. She made an effort to struggle, but soon realised that it was useless. Nora raised her face to look at the place she was in. She couldn't make-out a thing since the room was dark-black. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and she closed them for a second. She has been caught! For the first time in Nora's life, she felt really afraid. Though she couldn't see a thing, she could tell a window in the room was open as a result of the breeze that caressed her skin. Nora felt tears trickle down her face. So this was how it felt to know you're close to your death? She felt some strange type of cold, and knew it wasn't from the breeze. The room smelt of sour ginger, but it was also oddly comforting—like a chicken locked up in an air-conditioned room right after being told that it was going to die ten minutes later. At least she wasn't dead yet, which was probably a good
It was 9p.m. Thursday morning. Alvin sighed, looking at the countless piles of files stocked on his table—the cons of being a CEO. The issue with Madrin has died—thanks to his father's help. Alvin tapped his fingers on his table as he thought of running away for the umpteenth time today. God knows he didn't care about the company, nor about his father's choices for him. What Alvin wanted was a small and peaceful town to live in; without the need to hide his face. There was no day the words of his mother didn't ring in his head. Her words were tormenting his brain so much that he was starting to believe her. Maybe his face was cursed, afterall. Or maybe, Alvin thought, he could do some sort of surgery which would mess-up his face and make him look like an average person. 'That is it!' he thought But Alvin knew his father would kill him if he even so much as voiced his thoughts. The only way for him to get out of this was marrying Amanda—who was the only woman that could s
Catherine walked to Nora's door, her feets hitting the ground in anger and impatience. “Nora!“ Nora could clearly hear her but she wasn't answering. She was writing some things she wanted to do if she ever got to live—despite Raven's plan for her. Darkie had drove her to somewhere not very far from her home with a black unlicensed vehicle. And it was almost 2a.m. when she got home. Catherine had been mad. She practically even had tears in her eyes as she opened the door for Nora to enter. Catherine screamed and constantly shook Nora while asking for an explanation of where and how she disappeared—but the strong-headed Nora never bothered to reply. Nora harshly pushed Catherine away from her, and walked over to her room after saying she “might” be in a good enough mood to explain later in the day. Then Catherine had called David, who immediately rushed over to the house with two bodyguards following after him since it was early morning. And even when David had also knocked on No
Four days later… It was Monday. The sun was harshly hot in the sky, like it was trying to punish the people on earth. Los Angeles was busy as usual; everybody rushed with their various vehicles and some walked to their destinations. Alvin was in his office. And as always, he was bored and unhappy. He had a grim expression on his face which didn't seem friendly at all. Some applicants for his Personal Assistant position had come on Friday. They were five guys and three girls, but he didn't see what he wanted in any of them. The five guys had all looked too strong and muscular, and Alvin feared they'll only cause distractions to his female workers and he'll eventually have to reveal his face to them. For the girls, Alvin decided. They looked good enough and fit for the position; but they didn't exactly look like “males”. The real reason Alvin wanted a female that looked and had the features of a male is that he wanted an assistant that was physically and mentally strong. He k