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
With Alvin beside her, a month slipped away like sand through an hourglass, leaving behind a trail of moments and memories for her to reminisce for the rest of her life.
Days turned into weeks, each sunrise and sunset marking the relentless passage of time. Yet, she longed for the day when Zane completes his exams and runs into her arms.
After a video call with Zane who sprinted inside the gates of the school, Anya breathed a long sigh looking at her friend finally showing her face.
Anya complained right after, "Girl, why are you so busy?"
Her calls to Krystle over a month started and ended with 'Annie, I will call you later.'
'Babe, I'm dead tired.'
'Sweetheart, I need to rush to work.'
Anya observed her friend who was beautiful as ever but her charms, her mischief, her cheerfulness, and quirky attitude were lost. She felt like there was Krystle's doppelganger sitting in front of her.