Mag-log in"What the fuck do you want, Friso?" I asked, saying each word slowly. "My condition is very easy to comply, love," he told me, his pair of steel grey eyes boring to mine as if saying I already know what he wanted, though I obviously do not. "What?" I asked. It didn't take him a while to answer my question. "Come back to me." _ A month after her father's untimely death, Vanessa Cole's mother decided to move back to their old suburban home which they left three years prior due to their father's job that requires them to move to various places. With the despair of going back to her bittersweet past, Vanessa couldn't help but comply to her mother's wishes who was hoping for a fresh restart for her sake and her little brother's, but how can she have a new beginning if her ex-boyfriend, Friso Drew de Vries, wants to drag her back when they used to be? Hook or by crook, Friso gets always what he wants, and he wants her.
view moreChapter 9Friso"That was great," the girl beside him moaned as she stretched her arms, lounging her back on the massive bed, making herself comfortable. Friso only smiled at her in reply and got off the bed, exposing his clapping ass cheeks while he sauntered towards the bathroom to freshen himself, ignoring the heated stare directed to ass.Once inside the shower, he turned the knob on and let the small splashes of cold water assail his warm body. Cooling him, saturating him. He stared down on the tiled ground, letting the water flow through his hair, leading down to his neck, strong shoulders and face, down the bridge of his nose. He combed his hair backward with one hand while the other held onto the wall as he recalled the girl who he had slept with just recently, Caitlin, his e
Chapter 8VanessaI quickly hailed a taxi as soon as I got was outside the gates, just as mom told me earlier morning. Listening to the classic old songs of England Dan and John Ford Coley played by the driver while watching the wondrous view of the rain dripping through the windows, making little tapping sounds like what a kid makes when they tap on glass windows, the trees' leaves are getting blown by the strong wind, the buildings getting saturated and hastily getting crowded by people to get shelter while others who have their umbrellas were walking by the sidewalk with either frothing coffee or bag in their hand. I wasn't able to admire it much because my mind was busy thinking of what I have seen earlier. I couldn't
Chapter 7VanessaI got my books faster than expected and arrived at my class on time with the cost of my legs shaking and lungs burning. Running from one building to another and taking stairs to the fourth floor was a sport since the building's elevator was only exclusive to instructors and Student Council Officers, per se the student handbook. Luckily, there wasn't much effort for an explanation to Mr. Boro, the math instructor was already expecting me in his class and he was the one who introduced me to the class so I only stood on the platform, in front of my new classmates while staring at the wall until he told me where to sit, at the back, beside a brown-haired ebony girl with the sleeves of her uniform rolled up to
Chapter 6VanessaEver since Dad died, I have been restless. I can't take a good sleep since I'm haunted with nightmares and can't go back to sleep because I become scared of the nightmare coming back again, the nightmare that endlessly flashes the scenes that I'd most lovingly forget over and over again like a broken cassette tape. It renders me to just lay in bed and think of little things and matters which leads to another reason why I can't sleep, I can't control my running, rumbling thoughts that suddenly goes from one small matter that soon turns dark for no reason, and also my uncontrollable mood that sometimes makes me separate logic with my emotions. I've been experiencing them for the past month and I thought mig





