The wind was cool against Jayden's skin, whispering softly a song of empathy into his ear. He stood by the river bank, staring at the vast, wide and deep water, wondering just how far his parents had gone, how deep they had sunk, how much they had struggled, before finally giving up the ghost to rest in a better place. He felt a surge of emotions swarming inside of him, hate, anger, pain, agony, all emotions troubled his peace of mind. There, in the depth of that harsh water, laid the souls of Mr and Mrs Knox, his own parents. His eyes fell closed, a prayer whispered in his mind. A prayer to and for his parents. "I hope you find peace together, walking into the afterlife hand in hand, loving each other even more than ever now. I hope that you keep watch over us as the clouds during the day and the stars during the night. I hope that you never leave Ella and i for a single moment, watch our every steps and keep on the right path." His phone started vibrating in his pocket but he s

Sweat trickled down Jayden's broad and muscular chest as he raised an arm weight up and down effortlessly. He was at the gym doing his usual work out routine. A towel slung around his neck and his shirtless body caused a lot of women to cast glances at him and murmur to each other about how handsome he was. Nova walked into the gym, dressed in a leather black trouser that hugged her thighs and legs tightly and a red top tucked in on one side. Her orange hair was made into a neat ponytail and a black high leather boot made her appear even more taller than she was. Her slim waist and hips were very eye catching and her curves were enough to make the men turn their heads and stare at her. Her lips were a deep red and her face was gently outlined by makeup. Her cat like eyes were outlined with black eye shadow and liner. She was very beautiful and she knew it. But her pride was not of her beauty but of her rank in the military. The only thing she held higher than herself wa

The night sky had grown darker than usual, hinting at a rainstorm to come. The sky was dotted with fewer stars, and it was covered in grey clouds. Silent yet surprising rattling could be heard throughout Rose City. A man with a cigarette in his hand walked down the street, his other hand downed in his brown leather jacket's pocket. He raised the cigarette to his lips and puffed once. He was no amateur to smoking. His deep brown hair was messy and curly, falling over his thick brows and brown eyes. His structured face has a sternness to it that was just more than his square jaw and straight long nose. He felt a sudden itch down his neck, a feeling he got whenever he was being followed. A man like him had recognized that feeling as he had been trailed and chased so many times by police and even gangsters. Turning down a dark and silent alley, he always used the darkness to his advantage. One moment he was there and the other moment, he would have blended with the mysterious dark sh

Ella had called, she would be spending the night with a friend. Jayden had to make sure it was safe before he hung up the phone. She had not fully resumed school yet but she already had a friend that she spending the night with.Hopefully it was a girl's sleepover and she was not hanging out with a random guy, drinking and smoking and having unprotected sex. But that was not the time to think about that. He had a visitor over and his attention was solely for her. Nova was sitting in the living room where her boss had left her. She was staring at a file, one that held the information of Francis Jarel. Their next catch. Would it be easy for them to go into his pub and get him out of there without people seeing their faces and recognizing that they stood out amongst the crowd of drunks and prostitutes?A sudden shudder ran down her spine as she felt Jayden's smooth hand brush over hers softly as he took the paper from her. He dropped it down on the table and pinned it with a pen then

Olivia stood in front of a mirror, staring at her self all dressed up in a wedding dress. A flourishing white dress flowed down her body all the way to the ground, adorned with sparkling silvers like magical stars. The tube was low, revealing most of her cleavage and her hair was neatly made into a bun under the white veil that poured down her bare shoulders and back. She felt so beautiful. "Do you like the design the way it is?" The dress fitter asked her. She was standing just a few steps short of Olivia."It is just the way I want it, thank you very much for living up to my expectation," she responded in a tone that did not really show gratitude. "Not so many people do that, you know. They always fail to live up to my expectation," she added. She made a swift turn, eyes staring at the dress fitter now as she spoke, "but you... There is something about you... It seems I have taught you well." Taught her what exactly? The lady wondered. If it was how to make pretty dresses then s