Her brows furrowed as a frown sat on her face. She looked into the water and picked up a rose petal with little water in her soft palm before gently returning it to the water and letting it float. Ivan cleared his throat loudly with a dry cough and sniffed. "I'll let you rest for the night of course, I have a feeling you're still in the bath tub because of me." He said with a chuckle, feeling a bit awkward. "When you get dressed, go over to the dining, your meal is there and you can just leave it of you wish not to have anything for night." He turned around and pulled at the knob but turned back at her again. "It isn't anything heavy though. Since Alfred insisted, I had the cooks prepare you some honey biscuits and tea with a lot of milk to help you fall asleep easily." He explained with a smile on his face. "Uh Ivan?" She called out to him as he pulled the door knob open. He stopped and looked back at her. "Is it okay if I stay here a few more days? It gets a little lonely back ho

The air was choking. Everything fell silent for a moment aside from the loud pitched ringing in his head. The sound of his heart beating through his chest, loud enough for him to hear and the time fell into slow motion as he felt the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead trickle down his face. As he gulped down his saliva, everything fell into place again. It was only then he realized that Alfred had been calling out his name and now he was protected by bodyguards who formed a circle around him. "Young master Wayne!" He finally heard Alfred's aged voice call out to him.He blinked. "What is-- what is happening? Who is there?" He forced the words out of his mouth. Men had crowded about the bush and pulled put the spy sent to either watch Ivan or kill him. The man was groaning in pain as blood gushed from the hole put through his legs. With such a good aim, if he survived the wound, he might as well be crippled.Everything fell silent again apart from the same high pitched r

Time slowed as they stood in the middle of the garden. With only them and the flowers to tell their tale of sadness. China did know her fate, she had known that not even in her dreams could she own this man that she really wanted. But she couldn't quite move on with that fact.Let's wait a little longer, she would tell herself, maybe if we let patience lead the way then it will all turn out just the way we want. She was patient alright. She stood by him in his times of tribulation and still planned to remain by his side for his greatest tribulation was yet to come. She would give up the world for him just to have him, she didn't even mind if she had to give up her last breath. Why was love always so harsh on her? Why couldn't she ever get the love she felt she deserves for once? Even her own parents were taught not to love her and she ended up growing up all alone. With no one but her reflection to tell jokes to at night and her shadow to keep her company I'm the day.Was it wrong

A big vase with green and red flowers sticking out of it stood at a corner of the flamboyant living room. Wagging its tail, a pup Siberian husky with shades of white and black mixed together to form its rich fur ran across the living room, chasing a small pink ball that rolled past the center glass table. With a small bark, it instructed Tara to lift her leg from the way so it could continue to chase its ball which she did immediately with a big smile on her face. As soon as it had its way and left, Tara let a frown return to her face. The soft white sofa she was sitting on wasn't comforting enough for her to wear a smile.Her eyes were fixed on the fine young man that kept parading about in the living room, muttering things to himself and not even sharing her as much as a glance. Instead, he'd look at the cheerful pup playing about with its ball, not minding him or Tara.She began to grow impatient. Why did he call her over if he was just going to keep parading like a soldier on du

One could tell immediately from his body figure that he was a man. He sneaked in and shut the door behind him. Taking off his nose mask, he let out a sigh of relief knowing that nobody saw him walking into the old factory. There was a slightly big sack in his hand that appeared to be even bigger as he stretched it out. The girls squinted to get a better look at his face and successfully managed to remain quiet and unseen. He then started towards the boxes and sealed packages placed at one corner of the room. Opening the first box that contained bars of soap, he took out one, no two, five! Then ten! He didn't stop at that. He counted up to twenty, if not more, bars of soap and stacked them in his surprisingly huge bag. Then he went to the perfumes, then creams, all of the deodorants. Neither China nor Vienna needed anyone to tell them what business he had in the old factory. Obviously, he wasn't a sales person, telling from his choice of clothes and beads of sweat that formed on h