Novelas de baoxian23

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one......"As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my decent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, th

Officer! I'm just teaching this man a lesson.......No one could possibly stop me, I was hyped for

Why do they have fucking bow and arrow! ..... When the hunter becomes the hunted, the real nightmares begin.“Who gets the bird, the wolf or the hunter? Don’t let anyone gets the bird!” The voice on the intercom boomed once more followed by a static sound and it finally went silent.“But who’s the bird!” I shouted feeling hopeless, the card in my hand grew heavy with each passing second. The bold letters of the written word seemed to shiver within my sight.What was the odds of me getting that damn stupid card? A fucking four percent! But what happened, happened already, I couldn’t wallow on such things. I needed to move fast and find the stupid bird before anyone else. The only

Yes, we are a total of twenty-five persons, fourteen are out already. …… But it was just like the game of life, either you live or you die.There was a weird smell that lingered on my nose and a subtle heat of burning was above me. When I opened my eyes, I was perched on a cushioned chair. A man with wrinkled forehead was crouching to my sleeping form smoking what I supposed was weed.

Ow, because there’s no one comparable to your charm and you are highly requested!……

You might have heard about me. I am the one and only red fox…..In reality we only fear things we think we might lose.“What exactly do you remember?”I shrugged the supposed memory was too hazy, “I don’t exactly know yet.”Nick grew silent, he was holding to me with trembling hands. “Why’d you do that? Do you want to die? What are you even thinking?” Nick caressed my forehead tracing the bridge of my nose. “What would have I done if I lost you in there? Do you honestly think I would not care?” his body stiffened; a drop of salty tear fell on my cheek.I sighed, my head still throbbed from the chaotic fight, “I was—” I tried to find the best word to describe my actions, &ld

I think, I found the culprit.......

It would soon be okay, trust me kid. ...... "Jodi stop...just tell me one thing." Nick said, gripping my arms. Jolts of tiny electric shocks travelled in my arms, tingling my senses into awareness. God. How could his touch transform me into a puddle? How could he have this effect on me? I turned my head back to him and looked at the hand touching me."Was it all really an act? Please tell me the truth." I couldn't let myself look him in the eye without him catching me in a lie but I couldn't also make the one's watching us see me as a weak cat so I made the effort; I looked the grey storm of his eyes and let myself be swept away. "Yes, it was all an act." I said but no, my eyes betrayed me just like what I thought. I turned my back to him and lea

Yes, it was all an act....... NICK's POVI squinted my eyes to the white ceiling but closed them back right away. I rolled to my side, leaning closer, facing the wall. I pretended to sleep as the incoming marches of the guard sounded just outside my cell. Without a warning call my door opened but I continued my act. The tapping of a boot declared the guard's impatience towards me. I had no care of tge world, I would never talk unless they give me what I am asking for, Jodi. Only she could make all my worries go away, I had to see her to know if she was okay. Oh god! My mind wanted to explode from all the thoughts running wild inside my head. I couldn't stop thinking of the of the worst, not when my father was still out there to who knows where. Jodi! I screamed inside my

Do you honestly think people have the ability to forget? ...... The sad thing about remembering is you never forget. "So tell me again about the fights and the arena," the woman said, whom you could easily suspect as a headmistress of some high class dormitory. She wasn't though, she's a psychiatrist- my shrink. I leaned back on the sofa, fixing myself. The place screams homey, from the pictures of flowers on the wall to the little angel figurines in the small cabinet at the corner, even the smell of vanilla potpourri made me want to lie down and sleep. But I acted against it, instead I focused my eyes to the clock on the wall in front of me. Tick tock tick tock it kept saying; an hour and the session would be done, no more again for it was my last day. The total of thirty session would finally be finish, no more traumatizing stories aabout that place.

We retrieved the brothers...... I pried my eyes open. It felt crusted with dry tears and it hurt as hell, like someone had poured handful of sand to each one of them. It was a drag that it took me a moment to open them just to snap them back shut as soon as I was blinded by the white artificial lights. I turned to my side and curved into a ball- pain was everywhere. I made all the effort anchoring my body to sit up in the squeaky mattress. It was all white: the ceiling, the floor, the mattress, everything, it shouted danger in my head. Fear shot through my spine, I couldn't be back to that horrible place. It was a spitting image of the infirmary with the exception of walls and beeping machines. No. I pulled the cords attached to my arm and groaned in pain. My muscles were aching ten fold.

Rosie is that you?......FLASHBACK (THE BRAINWASHING AND THE MAIN EVENT)A piece of metal grew cold in my hand, I have no idea what to expect after the procedure. They kept telling it was something vital to my mission, I need real emotions they said. But I was scared of having trespassers inside my head."Do I have a say about this?" I asked still looking at my hands. "It'll hurt right?""It's a must, feeding the images directly to your brain is much faster and more efficient." The doctor held his hand to take the apparatus. "Lie down. I hope you haven't eaten anything yet.""Why?" I questioned without thinking."You'll see, now lie down"I did what he ordered me to do, I lay down the bed. In my side a nurse took my arm, applying disinfectant on the area of application. The needle went to my the vein and travelled

Soon you’ll realize that happenstance is a greater part of destiny."Wear your mask." Yulian smiled wryly. I bent my head to the side; bewildered to his request. I had no idea what he was talking about. "There," he said pointing to my hand.I opened the clutch bag Venecia had given me before we left Crestwood Manor. Inside was indeed a mask, a beautiful Colombina with black crested jewels matching the color of my dress. "It's stunning," I beamed admiring the piece of ornament that glinted over the moon creating kaleido shapes.

Secrets are the daggers we give to others.Two hours. It had been two grueling hours but I haven't uttered a single word to Yulian. I was still flustered from our previous endeavor, if you could call it like that; I wasn't really sure what had happened--to me at the very least. It was more of an impulse than anything else. I acted out of instinct that I hadn't thought of the repercussions of my undoing. I was new to all this; was I doing it wrong? I really had no idea. It was easy to describe myself as an idiot and shameless.

Reality is your dream becoming a nightmare. "Don't just suck! Play with the darn thing. Give it some love. Feelings! Emotions! That face, fix it right this moment, show that you're enjoying! My child, how would you please young master with that kind of stoic face?" My teacher's sultry voice seeped through my skin and though I was accustomed to the nature of my lessons, I was still reluctant to do anything she says. I never had approved in doing them, they were all laid upon me without my permission. And I just blindly followed to their will like a good servant dog. It was always the easiest way around not to retaliate.

Danger is almost always invisible to your eyes, like the devil hiding behind the shadows of the apple tree. "What if I don't want to sign?" I asked in a tepid voice. I was growing afraid of the situation in front of me. It was far from what I was expecting and it slowly planted a seed of doubt for the training I had undergone. What if I fail? Though, pain and torture were included in my unusual upbringing there was some weird inclining in the pieces of paper in my hands. The words that were mystically encrypted in it, seemingly like a glowing warning in my very own eyes. And, afraid I was but I got no choice other than to fall with the obvious trap.

When faced with choices always choose the lesser evil. A minute have passed and the conversation curved into an awkward silence. My voice was caught up somewhere and I was unable to form audible words. The guy not more than thirty with a godlike appearance, bought himself a bride and he wasn't being cheap about it. He wasted a big sum of money on purchasing me and my body. The thought would have never crossed my head if not for the fact that I was the one who have been bought. I had no clue of his identity nor anything to do about him. However, he reeked of regal air, something that told me he could get any girl he wants with just a simple smile. And yet, he chose to go with a seemingly odd process. "I'm a very discreet man. I'm sure my butler James told you about it. So, I've used my private plane to take us home. Feel fre

You should remember, we all create our own misfortunes.The voices of the crowd became a horrific tune in my ears. My heart wouldn't stop galloping, the craziness was going around in my head, running amok. That was it, I was about to get doomed. My short-lived life would be over. If only the auctioneer could forget about my number but it would be a miracle. The event was called for my sake, the initiation before I fully turn into a grown woman, or that was how the men in my family sees it-- a mere training. But it was all lies to cover up their imprudent imposts.