Cookie's standpoint
There is no such thing as an easy kill, there is no such thing as a piece of cake, at least, not in my world. Everything was going too easily, my mind was on high alert. At first, I thought I was lucky, then I remembered he always seems to come back from the dead all the time. Ted did say he is not an easy man, so how did he fall so easily? Okay, that isn't vital because I know he loves my brain, not me. The thing was that I was feeling off all of a sudden, ever since he disappeared and came back. I couldn't question him, not when he snapped at me not to.
Something was wrong somewhere, and I was going to find out.
I faked pregnan
Yolanda's standpoint You know what I like about my dad? His trust in me. He didn't look down on me like I was some kind of little girl he must pamper, he didn't underestimate me for my age or size. I told him I wanted to handle my uncle myself and he simply nodded, having a strong faith that I would be okay on my own, and I'm grateful for that. I knew the warehouse he was going to ambush, didn't even need any man but the droids to take care of him. I sat on a chair with legs crossed, drinking from my juice box relaxedly as I waited for him to arrive. The gunshots were getting louder and closer. To him, he was shooting humans and making his way in. 'Gather as many co
Valeria's standpoint I quickly brought the gun from behind me and fired at his body, angrily finishing all the bullets on him, even after he laid dead. I sniffed as tears streamed down my face, he killed my sister's fiancé. Cookie will be so heartbroken. I searched the room and found a splatter-gun. I angrily used it on him. Carlos ran into the room and gasped at the mess. He looked at me chucklingly. 'It's okay…' 'No! He killed him! Ame's dead! This clone guy killed him!' 'Do you think that the original owner of the formula that formed the clones wouldn't have one or two of himself?' I opened my mouth in shock. 'If this was
Back arched, head thrown back on the bed, I moaned endlessly, squirming under him. Ted had his head between my legs as he ate me, driving me insane with pleasure with his tongue, teeth, and fingers. It was the little time we had together, one of our very few moments, and we spent it either talking or filling our sexual life. It wasn't easy, especially when I had a very clingy daughter, she wouldn't let me be for twenty minutes. Most nights, she slept in our room, pushing Ted off the bed to sleep on the floor or anywhere else. It wasn't all bad, Ted was always too busy to care. 'Aaaaaaaah!' Ted jumped away from me with shock, even I did. I sat up immediately, using the duvet to cover myself. 'Daddy, what are you doing to my mother? How dare you bite her?!' Ted glared at me. 'I swear, I locked the door…'
Later in the evening, 5pm to be precise. Ted and I managed to sneak out of the living room where the kids were waiting impatiently for Yolanda to arrive. Cookie had something to distract her and keep her away; stare at the door intensely. I made him fall on the bed with our lips still locked in a hungry kiss, my hands trying to get rid of his buttons. His hand was around my waist, the other squeezing one of my cheeks roughly. I moaned into his mouth, throwing my legs over to straddle him. His hands went up to my shirt, ripping it open effortlessly. I giggled and grind myself against him, placing my hands on his chest. A grunt vibrated through his chest, his hands going down to grip my hips. And then it happened. 'Mommy!!!!' I groaned with frustration, falling my head on the crook of his neck. Ted chuckled. 'Why do I feel like she's ka
He watched from his angle, unmoving gaze fixed on the strippers dancing around the pole like their second bodies. The silver in his black hair caught the different color of lights flashing in the room. A glass of Barbera in one hand, and the other wrapped around a slim blonde. At the side of the hand holding the glass, another blonde sat there with legs crossed. Her head laid on his chest, her slender fingers running the length of his bare chest. Tearing his gaze from the strippers, he made a mental note to have them all fired. He lowered his gaze to the woman on his right, frowning when she smiled at him. They all knew the rules, never smile at him. He removed his hand from her body. 'Get out.' She flinched from the dark depth of his tone, and even if she wanted to protest, she knew better than doing that. Swallowing her
Yolanda's standpoint I whimpered as I struggled with the rope tying my hands together behind my back. You'll think they'll afford a child a decent imprisonment. They didn't have to be so rude with the refrain. Three men sat in the SUV to watch me, though playing cards and distracting themselves. My father's men were fool, but they could do better than this. At least, if you're going to insult me, tie me up properly and place more intelligent guards, not the four sacks of nails. We had been moving from one place to another in vehicles, boats, helicopters, and trains. The men were trying their very best to make it difficult for dad to find me, and I hand it to them, that's the only proper thing they had do
Yolanda's standpoint How do you avoid idiots? Some women just need serious help, pushing themselves on men like they are the only good thing life can give to them. Presently, I was sitting at a café, staring at a woman scream the place down as she pointed at a black lady, throwing abusive words at her. They were two actually, one with rainbow dyed hair and the black lady with blonde and jade. They didn't look bothered by the woman's ranting, didn't even want to utter a word to defend themselves against the woman's accusations. They were innocent. I was more attracted to the one with the rainbow hair. Something about her, intrigued me; set off my curiosity. She looked more relaxed than the other,
Cookie's standpoint (Viona) I watched the kid, slurping my drink to savor the taste. My body was pressed against the kitchen island while she watched a cartoon in the living room. She's a smart one, too smart and clever to be an ordinary child. She had a dangerous aura, more than what I had growing up. I've moved a lot with bad guys, enough to pick them out when I see one. I easily deduced that she was kidnapped and was trying to hide from the person or people after her. I was endangering my life and that of Ursula's, but I couldn't disobey my instinct. 'Pretty, isn't she?' Ursula asked as she lean on the island beside me. 'Beautiful,' I smiled.