webnovel

Shades Of Love

"Why does the universe seem to be against their love?" she cried as she watched the nurses pull him into the ER. He was barely breathing when she was pulled away. Tears stream down her red eyes. her heart ached, the feeling of something sharp clawing against her chest non-stop. "He would live, Anna" her best friend Kate assured. She admired her faith. She was the one who should have been shot, not him. how could Allen do this to her? if he really loved her as he claimed, why did he have to go to all these lengths to take away the only person who gave her real joy? love comes in different shades. "Where is Ray, I heard what happened!" Eunice screamed down the hall as she ran up to where Anna stood. “Excuse me, I’d go get us some cup of coffee, it’s going to be a long night.” Kate walked away. Anna turned with disgust written all over her. She was surprise as to how much of an actor Eunice is. “I know that you had a hand in this and you come here crying?” Anna claps; “Bravo, you should have been an actress, Eunice.” She added. Eunice turns, she looked around and when she was sure the hall was clear she spoke. “Oh Anna, I didn’t do anything. It has been you. I warned you to go back to whatever slumps you crawled out of but you decided to play Cinderella.” “Why? You are old enough to be Raymond's mother?” Eunice chuckles; “Leave while you still have feet. That bullet was meant for you.” Eunice added before walking away. Did she make the wrong choice to fall in love? How did it all start and why did it get to this? What are the shades of love? Find out as you trail with us in this Amazing, thrilling, drama filled, romance novel.

lifeofadarkhuman · Urban
Not enough ratings
54 Chs

Chapter 52: Fuck you Raymond

The world beneath Ray's feet seemed to waver like an unsteady mirage. His gaze fixated on the crimson contents swirling within the glass held in his trembling hands. It was only the third pour, yet the room had already started a subtle dance around him, leaving him precariously perched on the edge of inebriation.

"I reckon it's time for me to retire," he mumbled, rising from his seat with knees that betrayed a subtle weakness. As he began the ascent of the staircase, an intricate ballet of imbalance disguised as casual movement, he hoped to conceal the telltale signs of his unsteady state.

"Good night, Mum. Night, Dad," his words echoed faintly, an attempt to maintain composure as he navigated the uncertain terrain of the stairs.