The man was dressed in black with a cap. The cigar smoke was doing more than enough to shield his face from being seen." I don't want to hurt anyone." I said slightly feeling my body heated up again. I looked back, my stepping darting backwards. " And where do you think you are running to kid? There's no way out of this." he said with a wide grin as the cigar smoke curled up into the atmosphere." You know, I thought all of this was just some sort of mistake but I can see you are bent on having me destroy and I won't have it. I don't shed blood except when necessary. All you have to do is sign the damn thing and we are all good." " Xavier?" My voice croaked as I saw it was him. He removed the cap and laughed. " You think you can just take over what I have tried to build over the years." He dropped the cigar to the ground as he marched over it. " Get me the contract." One of his men rushed towards the car and was soon out with a brown envelope in his hand. I did the calculation

I tried to open my eyes, but the excruciating pain that surged through my body made me shut my eyes. My eyelids were heavy. It was almost like I had been punched right in the face. I felt weak, and I could not lift a muscle. I heard a familiar voice, and I can't help but wonder where I was. The smell of pastry filled the air. "Where am I?" I said slowly before I slept off again. ******************************************************************I yanked myself from the bed; it was like I was stung by a bee. The last thing I remembered was a loud gunshot piercing through my arm. "Blair!" I snapped, trying to get out. I looked around to see where I was, but it doesn't look like home. It was too fancy, and everything was neatly arranged."Where the fuck am I?" Then the door opened and Celeste walked in with a tray of pastries and some juice. "Right about time. I know you will be up anytime soon." I didn't say anything. I kind of felt apologetic for making her leave the way she le

The truth behind my grandmother's death was all that mattered to me. I don't care if it was the only thing I get to do before I leave the world. She meant the whole world to me. And I had seen the same logo I saw on Xavier. Could he have killed my grandma?It was dark, but I know what I saw. As I walked into the school compound, I felt completely lost. Celeste had promised to tell me the whole truth if only I manned up. I let out a sigh with my head bowed slightly. I was just a teen with a lot of expectations on my shoulders. My powers were supposed to be hidden, but I think some of the students knew already. I could see the way they looked at me and how they tried to stay out of my way. I was not bothered actually. I have a lot on my plate right now. I needed to impress Celeste and show her I was growing fast into the man she wanted me to be. I still don't know anything about her, and I was not sure why I needed to impress her. I remembered she had been the one to come lookin

Celeste shoved me into the back of the limousine and smiled. "You need to stop using your power like that. You are meant for something much more." I still don't understand what she meant. One minute she was all over me asking me to prove myself, and the next she was asking me to take things cool."Isn't this what you have always wanted? To show you I was not some boy but rather a man. I thought you wanted this?" The air was tense. Celeste looked at me and smiled. "Yes. But they are just teens, and you are something more. You have this power, and you are the family's heir. You need to stop acting on some teen instincts. I want you to want more. Not just revenge on Jordan for taking your girl." The word was painful. I guess Celeste didn't understand how I felt then before this power. I was vulnerable, and I was scared of Jordan. He was always coming for me, always calling me names while I had to obey. I still wonder why my grandmother did not tell me I had such a lineage when I coul

Celeste’s silence told me more than words ever could. She hadn’t killed Xavier. Not yet, at least. Which meant he was out there, breathing, plotting, waiting for me to make my move so he could strike first.I straightened my shoulders and glanced at her, but she didn’t meet my eyes. She was already walking ahead, her hand brushing lightly against the glass doors as the guards opened them. I followed, my footsteps echoing in the vast marble hallway. The further we went, the colder the air became. It wasn’t the kind of cold that came from air conditioners — it was the kind that came from keeping secrets.“Celeste,” I said quietly, matching her pace. “You didn’t answer me. Where’s Xavier?”She stopped walking. Her reflection glimmered faintly against the black marble wall, her lips pressed into a thin line. “If I wanted Xavier dead,” she said, “he’d be dead. But sometimes the living are more useful than the dead.”I frowned. “You’re keeping him alive?”“Not me,” she replied. “Them.”“Th