The Silence of My Voice

You can read the previous parts  here . Just scroll down for parts I-V. "Tch tch. That's not how you talk, querida ." "Stop calling me that. I'm not your anything!", her patience on edge, she yelled at him. "Really? But this paper says otherwise." he projected to her his same predatory smile. One she was scared of. "What is that?", she demanded "Why, it's our marriage certificate, cero ." * "No! Why have you brought me here? You can't do this to me. No. No, dammit! I won't be your toy!" He smiled, and held her angry chin up, "Yes, you will.", and he kissed her.  April, before she could refrain from what was to take place, his mouth was already crashing down on hers. And all hell broke loose. The walls she'd surrounded herself with all her life, broke down. Her senses, her brains, her thinking power - dammit, her bloody basic power all stood numb in front of his kiss. His...

You can read the previous parts  here . Just scroll down the page for parts I-IV. =) "Has anyone ever told you that you have eyes too big for your face?" "N...o...n..n..no." "I like the way you mumble." He gathered all of her in once, and in her haste or nervousness - definitely haste, she thought  - she spilled the wine from her glass. The sore of the pink blemished her gown and his pants.  "Dois!", he exclaimed with surprise. "I'm really sorry. I just-" "Querida, you're all wet! I'll arrange for some clothes for you." "Uh, n..o..no. No, it's okay."  His phone rang. He spoke rapidly in his language. So fast, that she couldn't make out what he was saying. Thrashing someone, that she could make out. He dropped a curse. That  she made out. "Is everything alright?", her sweet, sultry voice made him want to rush her to his room and make love to her all night. Dios , he was sur...

Amarillo todas las.....!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so maybe I was able to put through the story of The Chronicles Of April Levesque  forward in a bit more convincing way. It had been a boiling night when she saw him. She was on her mission. Clad in a red evening gown, she crossed through the security undetected- as usual- toward the crowd. She was too beautiful to amputate your eyes from. She approached the bar and chose a goblet of white wine. It had always suited her fine- light, sweet and easy on her nerves. It wasn't long till Chenkov set his eyes on her. Being the reputed Don Juan, he tried flattering her with all he had. Contrary to her sensations, she played pretence. The last thing she wanted was to be identified. Knowing the satyr he was, she easily made her way to his suite. But then slipping in a pill was never the hardest of jobs she'd done. That was the basics when she was being trained. Drooling over her as if wasn't enough that he fell on the bed with a thump! E...

Hola compañeros! So here's the third part of the series. Enjoy! You can read the previous parts   here . She extracted the heavy trolley bag from the deserted and dusty store room, which was more of a memory dump yard. She mopped up the filth enveloping the bag. She diminished the sliding door of the wardrobe to expose lavish gears. Her timber cubbyhole ranged from all brands of business suit to evening gowns to dresses to casual to swim-suits. A month! How many clothes would she cram under the Lycra dossier! Glaring the mile-long collection for a while, she plucked two evening gowns, two pairs of jeans, a couple of shorts, ample tees and shirts and a pair of swim-suit. She thought it to be enough. After all how much for sojourning alone! She felt proud to have remembered to pack the evening gowns. Surprise invitations, she thought, very much like Chief. She walked into the adjoining en suite and took out enough toiletries for herself. She unwillingly prisoned each item...

Hola compañeros! So I was just sitting and spinning up this story in my mind, which suddenly struck out of nowhere while I was idly enjoying the cool breeze as I was ridden of the horrid tension of Board Examinations.I haven't thought of what might happen ahead in the story. I'm just writing it out whatever had come into my mind at that point of time. Looking out in the obscurity of the night, she slowly walked like a cat clutching the opaque encumbrance of her latest consignment. She sluggishly bordered her black tinted Porsche Carrera GT. She gently laid the cadaver inside the car, taking care to not allow even a drop of blood to ruin the expensive black coverings. Her wagon was the sole thing she was covetous of. She piloted her car all the way to the headquarters, as usual, to abdicate the body over to the forensic department. She led her sleek, tall frame towards the Chief's cabin, as she always did to let him grasp the knowledge of her existence. "S...