His Devious Rule
Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. ~~~ Excerpt: Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face. “Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile. A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.” Alvin: “...” Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen. ~~~ This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin
Terrified
Sitting on the armchair, Alvin yawned for more than an hour looking at Anya who was sitting on the couch and working on her laptop without break. She had asked him to sleep but he was uneasy she might go out alone and fall into some trouble.
Alvin looked out of the window. It was already dark outside, the weather had changed drastically. The calm surface of the ocean was brewing in the storm, slowly changing the smooth sailing of the ship. In no time, the heavy raindrops started pelting against the glass window.
He turned to Anya who pressed her arms close to her body and her brows crumpled slowly due to the rain that dropped the temperature of the ship.
He stood up and grabbed the comforter. When he carefully draped the comforter around her, she silently cooperated lifting her laptop in one hand while typing in another. "Thank you." She thanked him without averting her gaze.