"Banshee.....!!! She heard a husky voice call, at some point, she thought this voice sounded familiar.She sucked in a sharp breath of slight startle when Banshee that was growling at her like she was a meal ready to be devoured took a step back. Even though Banshee looked like he wasn't satisfied with whatever that made her halt. She was happy that she wasn't devoured. That would have been worse than dying as a prisoner and allegedly spy.She twisted in fear, glancing at the closed door to where the voice came from, and froze.Standing on the entrance with the door closed, his two hands dug inside his side pockets was a man who shouldn't be here.She could feel the weight of his gaze on her shoulder and she felt sick at her thoughts. The thought of what she did minutes ago hit her like a train.What is he doing here again?She turned slightly to her left and saw Banshee, lying down with her tongue sticking out, she wasn't growling like before.She took her eyes back at the incohere
Mellisa doesn't mind if the world spins faster, she just wants to wake up.She knew something was wrong when Armstrong said."Rice-pulled noodles, right?"Like how did he know she was craving for that?She closed her eyes and listened to his voice. It was the first thing she had felt drawn to from the beginning. A pure, light-hearted voice. Full of concern. If it wasn't strangely scary, she wouldn't mind listening to that voice forever.But no, Armstrong could never, that voice doesn't belong to him. Armstrong? That cold fish could never come back to make her rice-pulled noodles, and Armstrong could never sweep and tidy messy kitchen like he was having fun in it. Like it was a piece of cake. Armstrong could never show this level of concern. This particular Armstrong is wrong. Unless he was possessed. She grumbled inwardly.Armstrong looked at her, waiting for her response for a long moment she didn't say a thing. She was too perplexed to speak. The wheel in her heart was going in dif
"I will go get your food ready. You can come closer if you want to watch." He spoke quietly.Feeling lightheaded, Mellisa let her paralyzed body fell back on the lounge chair. She felt weak to the core."Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" She managed to choke out a word. Barely audible.She won't blame herself. That was the only thing her brain could register after experiencing this type of shock."You are letting this little attention get into your head." Oh! The realization hits her harder like African Mothers slippers.That was the worst answer but knowing who Armstrong was, he will always show that rude side of his.Something in his eyes changed and Mellisa got a bad feeling. Like he was warning her not to let those get into her head.She felt the pressure in her chest and shook her head. Allowing the tears to burn her tears.He cured her curiosity, her fears, and her confusion more brutally.The truth she was desperate for hurt her. Making her feel like she was see
(A/N: Please I'm urging everyone who is reading this book not to drop it, please keep being that light in my tunnel, let me take a shield in your star. This is my second book, one which was a fanfiction, I promise to do my best to make MYSTIQUE DAMON worth reading and seeing y'all smile. I pinky promise.😘😍 Remember MD is a character-developing fantasy where the four different clans co-exist, and events will unfold, just patient, yes patient is all we need to turn every nook and cranny of this MD and I need you my lovely family, your support and encouragement will keep me going. Thanks for bearing with me to the end. Come on, let's travel to Heaven's Isles together; holding hands and have a tour of the beautiful city. I love y'all 😘(Remember when it all seems like it is wrong, sing along to BTS, and to that feeling we are just getting started. Listen to PTD and thank me later 😘😍)********************************** She opened her eyes as she feels the sun glimmer in her eyes. She
Sitting on the big dressing mirror, she trails her fingers down her neck. Seeing how her body was covered with bruises sent shivers down her body. Just a few hours, she was saying her last prayers in the thick and scary wood. She thought it was over, and her life is coming to an end as she pleaded and beg for mercy amidst tears and fears.Those evil, crazy, husky huddles with their husky voice that scream inhuman nearly torture and rape her to death."Wa….it was I rape"... She thought her eyes widened immediately after the word escape her mouth.She closed it as she feels the tears streaming freely down her face.Just when she has lost hope, then he appeared and saved her.She feels her tears drop, and her voice cracked up as she stares at herself in the mirror.She lifted her face looking up at the lady who was combing her hair, and it seems the woman already read and understand her by the way she looked in her eyes and she smiles!"You are saved now okay…the clinic doctor said you o
Slowly pieces of her memory came back to her. She remembered packing her luggage and running towards the bus only for the bus to drive off fast leaving her behind. Thinking it was some kind of prank they were pulling on her, she chuckled; picked up her luggage, and run along chasing the bus and waving her hands in the air yet they didn't stop.Thinking that she will be able to get another bus that will convey her to town before she picked transport to the airport so she decided to take the only track which she only remembered walking with a few of her friends during their medical outreach and campaign here.She had walked miles following different routes thinking she had found her way only to end up inside a wood.Trying to find her way back to the camp lodge but she ends up arriving at the same place inside the wood.She tried as much as possible to find her way out of the wood but it seems she is only rotating around a circle because she keep returning to the same place, no matter h
She opened her eyes only to see she was in a different environment, entirely different from the wood. This time, at least she was closer to people, and she thought she was safe, but all was her wishful thinking. It looks like a tavern, with different ancient men and women treading in and out of the pub. Her heartache included her body as one of the men dragged her towards the counter and mumbled inaudibly to an old man who, merely looking at him, looked like he owned the tavern. The two nodded with a mischievous smile and in the next moment, she was handed to a new master.She was taken to an empty room, an elderly lady attends to her. But that wasn't the kind of care her body needed. She requires proper treatment, her throat is dry, her stomach aches, her face swollen, bruises all over her body, and her mouth sore from pain. She stood and watched things change in her eyes, and she couldn't do anything about it.Is this also part of life experience? How did she arrive here, was this a
They dragged her along with them to the lonely track. She winced in pain as they kept dragging her, she struggled and struggled, but all seemed futile.Soon they arrived in a very thick, lonely territory. A forest to be precise, she squinted around trying to get her bearings, it looked like the former wood, but this one was a bit different.The men assembled themselves, each whispering to themselves, and it seems they have come to some conclusion, and decided maybe to untie her. She signed in despair. Shutting her eyes open as they untie both her hands and mouth. It was as if some angel ministered to them. She rested her head on one of the trees and watched the men discuss and share whatever they shoved inside their mouths. Her thought drifted to her family and she wondered how they are handling her missing.Have the cops been alert, have they already declared her missing? What about her associates, what progress are they making to see to her safe return? All this was too heavy for