TheWallflowerrGirl

''Who are you?" She questioned, visibly irritated at having an unexpected "guest" in her room in the middle of the night. The invader was slouching over the window, gazing out at the starless night, which was only lit by stars. Alas! It was a moonless night. He very slackly stood straight after hearing her frustrated voice and sauntered over to her with his face concealed behind the black mask. Only his foxy eyes were visible, staring at her with admiration and a dreamy expression. He chuckled a little. Her jaw tightened in response to his action. He was definitely getting on her nerves. "What are you? A woman parading down a ramp?" His eyes sparkled at her despite her mocking him. "No. However, I can be that person for you. Would you like me to-" While saying this, he began to take his top off. She became increasingly frustrated at his indecent acts as his tight muscles tentatively peeked through it. Was this man perverted!? Yes, he was. "What on earth are you doing in my room!?" He couldn't be an easy guy to just walk into her room and get past the complicated security measures her family had installed in place, so she inquired again. He must have been extremely clever and powerful to be able to thwart it. But he didn't appear to be an assassin; rather, he had the appearance of a hunter who was out in search of his quarry. "Honey, you broke my heart." In front of her, bending in her direction, he said. "Who is your honey? Get the hell out of here." Angered, she yelled at the stranger. She glared ferociously at him, warning him not to try anything, as a tiny ball of golden light erupted on her palm. He chuckled softly at her and clasped her hand in his, pushing her to bed. He hovered above her, confining her to the bed and intertwining her hands above her head. "How can you push me away from you? Hmm. My love." He inquired, touching her face with his knuckles. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded struggling, her face contorted in a rage. "I am adoring my wife." Upon hearing him say that, her eyes rebounded to their hue of color. "Who is your wife?" "You are since you possess my CREST." Her breathing halted and she became pale after hearing this. "You can't hide it from me." He spoke, tracing her neck with his veiled nose. "I'll be back soon to take you soon, I promise." Saying, he pecked her lips over his mask and faded into thin air, and the world around her gradually darkened.

It’s a novel about four friends and their obscure life. *** The clinking of the five-inch stiletto echoed in the now-silent room. Every gaze was trained on the lady brandished in a fiery red evening gown. The aura surrounding the young woman was cold and dominating. Her sleek bun added another grace to her charismatic personality. Every woman’s presents there turned green in envy and men took a gulp feeling her oppressing aura. This woman was too much to handle. Heck, they can’t even afford to cross paths with her. She was a cruel bitch of the business world. Nobody dares to offend her. Greeting the host of the party, she stood in the corner grabbing a glass of cocktail. Scanning the surrounding her eyes suddenly found someone familiar. Her eyes dimmed a little and her lips turned into a thin line. In the next few seconds, her eyes darkened with rage. She sauntered to the person who was apologizing to the CEO of some small end company. “Do you even know how much this suit cost? Who permitted this low life to enter such prestige party?” The old man shouted loudly. The young man turned red in embarrassment founding all the eyes on him. It was true the party was only once held in three years and all the businessmen whether new or old eagerly wait for this chance to curry favors from big business conglomerates. “I am sorry sir. It was purely unintentional.” The young man tried to persuade him however it was all a futile attempt. “Shut up your dirty life. Look at your clothes. You sure have the guts to wear such poor clothes at this party.” Feeling someone present beside him the young man thought it might be the security called to throw him out. But the next second his eyes stilled at the figure. “And you Mr. Smith sure have the guts to ruin my party.” The old man almost fainted founding her there. Hela has always ignored these business meetings; even if she attended any, she liked to choose a corner and spent the entire time there not liking to be bothered by anyone. The crowd hushed in silence probably a good shown will soon be cast upon. “Oh No! Miss Wilson. It’s just this poor guy snubbed the whole thing. I was just trying to shoo him away and save the party” The old man cleanly shifted all the blame on the young man, buttering her up a little in the process. “Oh, I see Mr. Smith. But don’t you know what I despise the most?” Again a prickling silence surrounded the ballroom. “LIARS.” A cold and intimidating voice boomed in the room. Her dominating aura surpassed all the people. Sending a text on her cellphone. She glared at the old man and clutched the hand of the young man pulling him out of the ballroom. A couple of seconds later, the old man’s man phone rang and an earth-shattering voice resounded in the party. “How can this be? The sudden downfall in the stocks.” The silent and gobsmacked audience again started whispering.