Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Liz, for one of the few times in her life, thanked whatever god there was that she was unable to speak on impulse anymore. It was hard to say a straight-faced lie to what she considered to be a walking, talking lie-detector in terms of pure instinct alone, but years of dealing with the girl had given her enough leeway for the redhead to trust her simply on word alone. The fact that her voice was entirely artificial also helped. Probably. "When was last contact?" the blonde detective asked, one hand on her neck as the other continued to check the presumed crime area for clues. "Just before eight," Heather replied,

Decisions, decisions... What would one think of when presented with something so delectably ravishing in front of them? There were so many ways that the famished COO could start their session. It might not be too bad to simply go with his usual routine of relentlessly pleasuring his specimen until they begged for him to stop. But with a specimen as precious as the one beneath him, he might just try and do something different. It was a special occasion; having such a healthy heart waiting for him to study it. "MMMMPHHHH!!"

A small glimpse... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ Zofia always fashioned herself to be a professional. Be it being a bartender or being a good wife and boss, the Russian immigrant will always give her all in being effective and polite; even when in the presence of her husband and close friends. She can shed this mask during proper times of vulnerability, of course; especially when alcohol is involved. But to everyone else, she would always be Zofia, the professional bartender working at the Sun and Moon; always ready to lend an ear to anyone's problems with full confidentiality...

"I thought you guys hated me..." Dried tears obscured Heather's glasses as she found herself with her knees raised up on her chin; sitting down on the tiled floor of the ladies' restroom without a care for her now partly wet uniform. Beside her, the young student leaned on her left side; resting her head on the teacher's arm as they sat in their shared catharsis. The older redhead knew that they should be heading back to their designated classroom to finish her current lesson. But seeing the state of her young charge resting by her side, she didn't have the heart to do so anymore.  Might as well take a break. She could always speed through a few of the easier lessons anyway. 

Time moves forward... ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ "What happened?" Lina couldn't help but sigh as Charlie asked her the burning question just before she could leave their classroom. Not that it was a sore topic, but the redhead believed in the sanctity of girl talk. Her older sister had taught her that heartfelt conversations between two girls should be kept secret from boys, no matter how close she was to the boy in question.  Besides, her classmates didn't need to know what their beloved homeroom teacher thought about them during those brief moments.&