All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

If you can run away, run now, run fast and don't let the slithering shadows catch you. In this reality, we see the perspective of our lives based on the cage we are held captive in; the limited space of the ceiling from the floor to the walls. And the idea of freedom tastes like a sweet nectar from Eden. But then not because you can dance around freely means you are at liberty, sometimes we were just too blind to see the invisible boundaries set by societies' manipulating hands.  We are all captives of our own monsters. We are all damsels in distress, waiting for a prince charming in shining armor and white horse. We are all wishing for that fairytale ending to come but happy ever after is but a myth, a farce created by the media to fool the naïve. Soft yellow lights were reflected from a slightly

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.

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

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.

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.

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. 

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.