Devil's vow

Chapter 13: Her Dreams

Hearing her was like someone had hit him with ice cold water.

She had gone home just an hour ago with her traitor cousin and what remained behind was his intense Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

rage.

He was punching the leather bag with all his might when he recalled what he saw- a large bruising

mark was coating her skin across the stomach. It infuriated him to the core and it shouldn't.

He was here to destroy his enemies not for taking care of a girl. He should get away from her as soon

as possible, she was trouble- a beautiful one.

He recalled the touch of her fingers. The soft Rosy hue on her cheeks. That creamy texture of hair, he

closed his eyes taking a deep breath. They were darkened when they came into view again.

It was not his job to save her from the drug dealer but how could he not when the thought of her hurting

made him livid. He didn't knew what has possessed him but he wanted his death without any mercy.

"Little treasure you are in a hell of trouble, just get out of my fucking mind." His senses were in chaos,

she was his to hurt and hearing her agony, he was afraid to say- it made him want to kill any person

painfully ,oh so very painfully.

"Sir, her uncle is back in Storm palace" as the words left Tyler's mouth the punching bag was slammed

so hard, it tore off from the middle.

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Strom Palace

Russia

Treachery ran in his veins. Thousands of people live in the faint hope of redemption for the sins they

have committed, sometimes to achieve ultimate salvation.

Valace Storm had a way of achieving things, he didn't care if they are devastated by the time he had

them, but if he wanted something, it will be his.

Days have passed and it was going to be a week from the time Alaina had returned home.

Utter silence- on the oncoming of his niece all healthy and almighty, the same pride in her eyes as

before, but something has changed, the fire in those orbs was burning furiously, more than before.

The look on her face was enough to quite everyone down. A Storm was coming and this silence was

just before it's onset.

He didn't feared her but when he saw the look in his daughter eyes it made him grit his teeth- disgust,

she was disgusted with his mere presence. He didn't cared if Alaina lived, he truly wanted her dead but

his daughter was someone he loved no matter how twisted it was.

The two who had inseparable childhood seemed to ignore each other's presence, more like Cally was

totally neglected by Alaina, her ignorance and jealousy had snachted away the only relation which

seemed to support her through anything and everything.

Every night Alaina didn't knew why but she felt a presence near her window, she should have

creeped out but strangely she felt safe, no nightmares, no worries. She was getting what she always

desired- peace.

She didn't knew why but whenever she opened her eyes no one would be there but if you ask her she

felt someone's warm touches on her hair and cheeks and then again instead of being repulsed by

those touches she embraced them, sighing contently. They were for her. Only her

A night she was sure she saw the same green eyes that saved her and she was sure she would drown

in it's depth, willingly.

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Axiom Academy

Russia

Cally was seated in the science lab, twirling her pencil absentmindedly."Is everything alright?" Ryan

touched her shoulders, to which she sighed.

"Alaina hates me, she hasn't even seen my way since the i-incident" her voice cracked at the end.

"Have you tried apologising?, Look I understand you but she needs time. What you did was not at all

acceptable." His care towards Alaina made Cally jealous though he scooted closer to give her comfort.

"You like her" She stated nonchalantly

"WHAT? Are you crazy?" He replied furiously.

"Don't pretend , it's clearly written on your face." She shrugged.

"You have gotten mad, I am not confirming your stupid theories." His knuckles were closed with a

bruising grip on the table, he tried getting up she held his wrist.

"You don't? Then why don't you prove it then." Before he could comprehend the situation a pair of soft

lips were attached to his own.

She pulled him closer moving her lips over his to which his eyes flew open in shock. She placed her

hands on his shoulders to which he responded with pushing her away hastily.

His eyes were narrowed and his breathing laboured as he glared at her before lifting his eyes at the

door where they met honey brown ones.