Novels by Nee_mo2

"Oh my god," I said breathlessly as I staggered to my feet and looked at her, "you look so beautiful..." my eyes looked over the lace dress that contrasted with the dark ground and the gloomy looking air around the graveyard, she had her veil on and it dragged far behind her. She looked like an angel, an angel that God had kept all to himself. "Really?" She smiled as she picked up the front of her dress and walked towards me and I met her halfway, unable to stop myself from holding her hands in mine and stepped even closer to her. "I...oh my god," I chuckled, "wow..." And here I thought I knew beauty. "What are you doing here?" She asked me delicately, her tiny hands clutching mine a little bit harder. I looked around and then at her, until the same question left my lips, "what are you doing here?" "Daddy," she began, furrowing her eyebrows, "it's

"I've never seen you looking so handsome, my baby," my mother said as she looked at me with adoring eyes, her hands on my tie, trying to do it perfectly. Her fingers began to clean off the invisible lint on the expensive suit, "how are you feeling?" She asked me and I looked down at her and moved a hair that was resting on her eyelash. "Unprepared," I said honestly, "I can't believe I'm getting married today," I admitted and she hummed in response. "It's ok to be nervous and unsure, marriage is a big step." "You didn't really give me a choice." "You always had a choice, honey. You just chose your own path," she smiled at me as she finally stepped back and I looked down at my brand new shoes, fascinated by the shining shoe. "There's something that I need to do," I said to her, "I need to talk to ouma and pa. I can't do this without consu

"What is there to talk about?" I asked him as he decided that we take the stairs instead of riding in the lift and reaching the rooftop quicker. "I just wanted this time alone with you," he said, his eyes looking straight ahead as I gazed at him, confused, thinking and worried, "I understand that things are moving a bit too fast and it's overwhelming even for me. So, maybe a little one on one wouldn’t hurt any of us." I cleared my throat and nodded my head, "yeah, I am a bit nervous. It feels like time is moving so fast. One moment I hate you, the next I'm kissing you in the foyer of your home in front of your servants." He chuckled when I said that, "we've taken a complete 180. I swore to myself it wouldn’t happen but I just never stood a chance." "Are we ready for this, Aebischer?" I asked him even though I knew that we weren’t. Well maybe I s

I heard a knock on the hotel suite door and I sighed, choosing to ignore it. Time couldn't have slowed down, even for me. It was just an ordinary night outside of this five star hotel that had been rented out for this evening, exclusively for the Aebischer's and my family and friends. Outside of these luxurious walls, were people who went about their night as normally as they do. There was probably some child being tucked into bed at this hour, or a group of teenage girls sitting around on the floor during a sleepover and talking about boys. Or maybe a group of boys hollering as they dare each other to do something stupid and life threatening, or maybe a family that sat around their dining table and are laughing at every silly thing. I don't know. I just feel like there's more joy out there than I can ever experience. A joy I'm jealous of. I felt sick to my stomach, I wasn’t ready for this. This was all just way too soon an

I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t much after that phone call. I smiled as the words that he told me echoed in my head and I didn’t know how to contain the happiness that I felt. The most important emotion right now was gratitude. Just the thought of how my life would’ve changed if I had been HIV positive terrified me. The uncertainty had been killing me and the thought of having HIV was spine chilling. Coming from a continent where this disease kills so many others, I know there's a stigma about those who have it and I feared to be a part of the many with this disease. Health is wealth and this just further probes me to be as careful as I can be. I looked outside the window, watching us pull into the familiar driveway of Aebischer's home and a whole zoo was let out in my stomach. What now? After his confession what do I do? What do we do? I don’t love him, I know that much but I feel for him. I'm st

The world seemed black and white today so maybe that's why I dressed up in colour. It felt all too much like the ending of the world, even though as I looked at all of the faces that the Bentley Mulsanne drove by, were smiling and laughing. Even though I saw a group of teenagers posing silly and making funny faces as they stood in the middle of the road, taking videos and pictures. It felt much like the sky was slowly crashing down on me, it felt like the car was moving too fast, and that time wasn't giving me a moment to decide what I should be feeling. The fact that I actually felt heartbroken was making me angrier and frustrated than the emotions of fear and uncertainty. I'd let down the walls I didn't even know I had and let myself beg Aebischer to be there for me. How can he claim to have feelings for me but be scared of me because of my condition? But then again, I don't blame him. E

I wanted to make sure that I looked my best. I pulled out all of the stops for tonight. A long white and fancy dress with a slit that reached my upper thigh, letting my thick thigh escape through it. I purposefully crossed my legs, making sure to show more skin to drive Arrigo crazy. I had my wig straightened and laid flat against my head, my eyes smoky and dark to give me the look that I wanted. It worked like I knew that it would. Arrigo was a sucker for skin and sexual advances and that's what I kept doing. I kept moving my feet below the table, rubbing my high heel against his crotch as I listened to him promise me a passionate night. Arrigo had certainly pulled out all of the stops for this dinner. His large dining room was set up so lavishly and decadent with all sorts of food and candles; rose petals and sparkling wine, and all types of champagne. If I hadn't known that he'd killed my family, I would

*Violent Chapter*~"Bennie and I are going out for a date," Arrigo told me as he entered the basement and watched me train. I was trying to get my mind off my family but I was drowning in memories, "I'll come back home later on, then you and I can have dinner. You know, just the two of us," he told me as he walked up to me and planted a kiss on my lips and I let him.I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying the way that he held me, "ok," I responded and he pecked me one last time before he walked out of the basement and I went back to emptying clip after clip.~That was an hour ago and I should have been making my way to my bedroom but I couldn't. I had to make a stop elsewhere.I looked behind me making sure that no one saw me as I walked to Arrigo's office and I opened the closed door sneaking into the dark office. I closed the door behind me

I know I should be keeping my distance but Arrigo refuses to let me. I should be in my room, sleeping or watching some documentary, not in Arrigo's massive kitchen with Bennie and him, while dressed in pyjamas, laughing hysterically as we decorate cupcakes and cookies that the chef had made for this particular activity."Really?" Bennie asked her father as she looked at his decorated cupcake and cookie.We were playing this silly game where Arrigo and I had to decorate a cupcake and a cookie to the best of our ability and Bennie would be the judge of it.The winner gets bragging rights and one of Bennie's sashes."What is this?" she asked her father, standing with her hands on her hips as she peered down at her father condescendingly. She was standing on the kitchen island so that she seemed superior wearing a chef's hat and white

The two were still sucking up to me and apologizing because even two days later my face was still marked. Of course it wasn't as dark as it was before, but it was taking way longer to come off even though I was bathing and scrubbing my face close to four times a day. I was milking their guilt though. Breakfast in bed, I don't have to lift a finger for anything in the house and Leonardo has dismissed me from doing any kind of work. So this is like the vacation I've always needed but never got the chance to ask for. "It seems to be coming off a whole lot now," Leonardo said as he and Bennie watched me eat the breakfast that they brought for me. Yes, I call her Bennie now, because her full name is a mouthful and she seems to really like the nickname because even Leonardo is calling her Bennie so it's clearly catchy. "You look a lot better," Bennie agreed with her father and I shrugged as I looked at the two, s

"Shh, shh," I heard a giggle as I felt something being applied to my face and I fought to not open my eyes. "She looks ridiculous," I heard Leonardo whisper to his daughter before they both burst out laughing in soft whispers as they continue their assault on my face. "But you'll wake her up if you keep laughing, daddy, now hurry up and colour her nose red," I heard Benedetta scold her father before she burst into a fit of giggles. I've been awake since the very moment they both decided to wake up and conspired to make me look like a clown. I would've told them I was awake but I wanted to see if they had the guts to do what they were planning on doing and it turns out, they do. I've been patiently lying here with my eyes closed and breathing laboured to make sure they believe that I'm fast asleep. I felt too bad to wake up now since they were both so excited to do this together.

I walked towards Leonardo's bedroom wanting to speak to him about my ammunition. I'd ran out of bullets yesterday morning and he hasn't replaced them and that to me is a very big issue because that hinders my training. I stood at his bedroom door hoping that I wouldn't walk into anything strange or R rated because I really just wanted to say what I needed to say and walk out.I pray he won't be in that sad mood, as much as I knew that I should let him be, he needs to man up. He's been locked up in his room for two days, he needs to pull his socks up and deal with what he did those years ago and let it go.I know that sounds rich coming from me, but how long will he hold this in? How long will he keep this burden of guilt? He should try to spend as much time with his daughter as possible and raise her to be the best that she can be.But hey, what do I know? I'm not i