I paced around my room repeatedly, my mind couldn't comprehend what I just saw. A character of mine is alive or should I say, was alive. This is all too strange, really strange and I can't comprehend it. Hmm, I need to clear my head. The only way I could get that done, is by calling my sis over.
My sis Brendan is my only friend, she's the only one who adds sunshine and colourful rainbows to my life. Without her, my life would just be plain black.
I'm a nerd, a big time nerd and in this present time, no one literally wants to hang out with a nerd and I do get it.
I sighed, as I dialled my sister number. This is probably one of the decision I hate making. I love being alone, I love being plane Jane and I definitely do not want sparkles in my life. I love being this boring person who always spent her time, writing books and creating new ways to torture her characters. Yup, I specialize in tragic novels.
I definitely do not like romance or anything that has to do with a happy ending, in reality there's no happy ending and easy life, so why should I create it in the novels I write.
One would think I wouldn't have readers with the kind of Genre I specialize in, but that's far from the truth. I have billions of readers nationwide, and I'm earning well from my books. PS: I'm a celebrity.
"What happened Janice, did you get into any trouble of some kind?." Brenda asked on picking my call. I don't know why she always has this thoughts that whenever I call or visit her, it means am in some kind of trouble.
"Good evening to you too sis." I replied ignoring her earlier questions.
"Sorry, and good evening. But are you in any kind of trouble Janice, did anything bad happen?" I could hear her thumping heart from this other side of the phone, wow... Just wow.
"I'm fine Brenda, and nothing is wrong."
For about 20 seconds I got no reply from her, and I know that because I was counting.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Brenda, I'm sure." I rolled my eyes, breathing out tiredly.
"Okay, if you say so. But, why are you calling me?"
I rolled my eyes, "You know, you should have asked that question before you started to go on with your famous *are you in any trouble* question." I snickered.
"That's because you don't call me unless you are in one. The last time you called me sis, was the beginning of this year, and we are in August now. And the worst part of it, is that you never pick my call. So of course I will let my mind roam, when I see your call."
"Well it's not my fault that I just love being alone. Anyway, I was calling to know if you would want to hang out with me, like right now." The words came out of my mouth one by one, as I let it sink into her brain.
1,2,3,4,5.... "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Yup, that's my sister screaming, do not be surprise.
"Did you just say what I think I heard. Like, you really want us t0 hang out Janice? You want to hang out with me and not your books?"
"Yeah, I want us to hang out and please do not say another thing that would make me regret calling you and asking for this hangout. I might just change my mind." I said dryly.
"No, no, no. You will not change your mind, and do you know why? That's because I won't say a thing. Anyway, I'm infront of your house... Come open the door."
Wait, did she just say she's infront of my house. "You are infront of my house?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes I am. When I saw your call, I immediately hopped into my car. I thought you were in some kind of trouble."
"Wow, I have a crazy sister." With that said, I hung up.. then I proceed to go open the door.
Just like she said, she's indeed standing infront of my door.
"Wow, you weren't joking." I said the obvious, taking in her appearance.
"Nope, I wasn't. Now go have a change of clothes so we can have that fun." She placed both her hands on my shoulder turning me around and leading me to my bedroom.
I resist her stronghold and instead turned around and dashed for the door. "What the heck Janice! You will not hang out with me dressed like that!." I heard Brenda yelled as she chased after me.
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Remember when my sis said I wouldn't hang out with her, looking so bland and uncolourful. Well, guess what, I am hanging out with her... And I do look bland and uncolourful.
"You know, when you said you want to hang out. I was expecting something much more fun than licking ice cream." Brenda said dryly, swirling her finger on the top of her ice cream cup, out of complete boredom. What did I say? I said am a complete boring person to hang out with.
"This is fun to me." I replied her shrugging.
"Ugh...." She drawled shaking her head disappointed. "I should never have expected more."
"Yup, you shouldn't have." I chuckled.
"That is it! I'm done here!." Brenda banged her hand on the table, standing up at the same time. "Call me when you want to have some real fun." She stared down at me, like some mighty God.. snorted and then left.
Wow, so much for having fun.
With my sis gone, I couldn't possibly have that fun and company that I wanted anymore, so I stood up, paid the bill and left.
Driving back home, did help a little in clearing my head and helping me to be at peace. But I do wish I was actually riding my bicycle instead.
I got home in less than 15 minutes, I brought out my key from my bag and insert it, into the key hole.. but then I noticed something, my door is actually unlock. My door is open.
This is weird, Brenda told me she locked the door.. and she gave me the key, or was she in so much hurry to catch me earlier that she didn't really lock the door.
At this point in time, my heart was beating so rapidly fast.. but well, this is my house and I can't stand at the door forever. So I tiptoed into my house carefully, while scanning the room for any suspicious movement. I didn't see any suspicious movement, so I entered fully into my house with confidence. Brenda didn't lock the door after all.
I close the door behind me, and that was when I saw him... He was just walking out of my room with this full confidence, like the house is actually his... And I am the stranger.
"You are back. That's nice." The man said coming into full view, having this devilish grin on. He is handsome, way too handsome.
"Do I know you? And how did you get into my house?" I cranked my head, staring at him with so much curiosity.
"Yes you do, you know me Janice. In fact, you know me way more than I know myself." His grin doubled in size. Staring at him more, I realise there was something familiar about him, his devilish grin, flaming green eyes, pointed nose, beautiful structured jaw, black sleek hair, god-like body. This man here, has the exact same description of my character in one of my books... My character name is Ethan Smith and he is a villain.
"Ethan Smith." I whispered in denial.
"Nice, you remember my name. You see, I did tell you, that you know me. And guess what, I am here to take revenge Janice, for what you did to me." He walked towards me in slow dangerous step.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with evil. "You should go into hiding, Janice... because you are about to become a character in my own book. PS: It's Horror with a slice of sex."
Ethan Smith POVSeeing her tremble in fear, gives me pleasure. She's the one responsible for the pains I have been through all my life, she made me the villain and the bad guy, causing me to kill the only girl that I fell in love with.., with my bear hands.Why did I kill the love of my life? That was because she didn't love me back, she fell in love with Daniel who isn't as handsome as me or successful like me.So yeah, I killed both the love my life and also the man she fell in love with. I killed both of them, and then I got arrested. I was sentenced to a life imprisonment but I escaped because I needed to get my revenge. I needed to get my revenge on the lady solely responsible for my misfortune.You might wonder how I was able to connect the dot between my misfortune and this lady. It's simple, I read the book that I featured in.... At first I fou
My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer."I really don't know if this is real, but you have to understand that I never knew you were a living person in this world. All I did was to write a damn fictional book, I didn't mean to make you kill the love of your life." I pleaded hoping he would see some sense in what am saying. Like, if I had know my characters were living and not just in my book and my imagination, I wouldn't have made them suffer.He snickered, "that's not an excuse darling."Oh fuck! This rodeo is real.I decided to come out as fearless
Ethan Smith POVSeeing her speechless and shocked, made me spread my grin wider across my lips. "I'm waiting."Her eyes darts around the room nervously, "I... i... can't..... Arggghh" her screams filled the room, as I landed a kick on her stomach."What did you say?" I asked bending low."I.... I ... will take off my clothes." She stuttered whimpering lightly, her hands on her stomach."That's more like it." I smiled wickedly."So......." I drawled.She stared at me confused."Your clothes, slave." My voice came out agitated, I feel so excited by the mere thought of seeing what's underneath her clothes."Can't... can't, can't I have some... uhm... privacy." She stutters, looking elsewhere but me. That
"Please, please, please let me go. I'm sorry I won't try to escape or run away. I'm sorry." I begged the villain dragging me into my own house."Your screams are only increasing your punishment ration. Remember I said you are not allowed to speak without my permission, well screaming is also part of it." Hearing what he said, I decided to remain quiet.My heart wouldn't stop beating fast, I couldn't help but think of different ways Ethan is going to punish me."You know what, I will think of a better punishment for you... by tomorrow. For now, you can continue sleeping on the kitchen floor. And again, the doors will not be locked." He winked at me, then walked out of the kitchen.Would it be weird to say that, when he winked at me I felt my stomach fumbled
Ethan's POV"Didn't you hear me slave, I said go get me food." I said, trying my possible best to remain calm."I... I... uhm. I can't... I can't... uhm... stand up." She stuttered hiding her face from me in shame. Something is wrong here, why is she hiding her face. My mind took a guess, and realization hit me.Just to be sure, I decided to confirm my suspicions, without warning I thrust my middle finger into her cunt. Fuck! She's soaking wet."Wow, it's like somebody enjoyed getting spank on the ass." I laughed out mockingly. She covered her face with her palm."I expect my breakfast in the next 5 mins, don't keep me waiting slave." I shake my head chuckling then walked out of the kitchen. I can say my plan is all going so well.Hmm, I wonder what I should make her do... for today. Maybe I should have a littl
He dragged me by the hair, heading straight to my room.I climbed up the stairs in a really discomforting way.... He paused in front of my room door, taking in how my room looks. "I see you really love the color black." He comments, his eyes roaming around my room.Everything in my room, from my bed to my wardrobe is all black. The only different color in this room is the bulb and that one is red. I wish there's a black light, then I would have used it instead. But then again light are supposed to make a place shine bright, not to darken the place."But don't worry, all this will be change to bright pink very soon." He stated nodding his head, with a smirk on his face."No, you are joking right? I will not let you do that to my room. I hate pink. I hate it so much, I cannot stand it!" I yelled angrily. Before I realized what I just did, it was too late
Ethan Smith povWatching her kneel before me and lick my toes, made me feel so good with my progress... Now she recognizes me as her master, maybe not emotionally but for now... I will make do with her seeing me as her master physically."Now that's how an obedient slave should behave. Nice and obedient. I think you have earned yourself some food and also a nice bath time.""Thank you master." She replies her head still bow down. Hearing her call me master without a hitch or trying to force herself to call me master, makes me so happy."I will let you have your bath, but be out in three minutes." I pat her on the head softly, then walked out of the room.... Leaving her to do her business.Sitting down in the sitting room couch, I realize that I had to do something to own her emotionally. I want her every thoughts to be controlled b
Janice POVI woke up the next morning feeling so much pain in my body, I stood up from the floor sighing tiredly. I can't really say I actually had a goodnight sleep, cause I didn't.I walked over to the sitting room to meet Ethan sleeping... But was he really sleeping I couldn't tell, if he is... then this would have been the perfect time to either escape or put a knife through his heart.Yeah, I wouldn't mind killing him. But then again, I'm trying to pretend to be a nice obedient slave. I wouldn't want to spoil my chance on that by trying to kill a man who might not even be sleeping.I knelt down next to the couch, my hand slowly going into his trouser... It was kind of hard for my hand to fully go in, so I had to pull down the zipper. Once the zipper was down, I was able to put my hand in his boxer... Fuck! His dick is so hard and stiff.