Zava: Precious SecondsMore Like This
Zack navigated his way through the clusters of highly-esteemed aristocrats in the ballroom hall until he reached a corner of the room sparse of people. He nodded politely to the beefy security personnel and looked back at the majestic event. The annual gala had gathered presidents, powerful elites and scholars from many countries to discuss global strategies for a better future, and Zack was there to represent the Scott Foundation, his family’s legacy. As one of the primary pioneers and largest investors in espionage, Zack’s grandparents had passed on the family name as one of the most influential in global security - which provided Zack with the dreaded duty of social networking on behalf of his last name.
“Excuse me, sir?” an attendant caught his attention. “Can I interest you in some - ?” he mentioned a food name that Zack did not recognize by either name or its delicate presentation. He waved it off out of disinterest, which he wished he can also
RyRy: Mrs HarrisMore Like This
The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite.
“Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly.
“Who was it, dear?”
“I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns, same murmuring manner of speaking, same apparel colour.
“Thanks for telling me Ryan, I’ll be out once I’m finished with the dishes.” She smiled in her black dress and returned to her view above the sink. Hearing the tap water running above the plates and mugs, Ryan knew that it was time for him to leave. But his feet wouldn’t b
Febuary 2ndMore Like This
"What do you mean, you're not celebrating?" Rylie had both her hands on her hips, giving Dawn a pretend threatening glare, as menacing as the sweet blond girl could muster. Dawn chuckled.
"You can bet I still want the cheesecake, Rylie. They're to die for," Dawn said to her roommate. Standing behind the kitchen counter, Rylie gave a smiling nod as she wiped her hands with her flour-covered apron.
Dawn turned her attention to the blond man who was half-gaping at her.
"But it's your birthday!" Nicky cried out in a high-pitched voice.
It actually was the morning of Dawn's birthday. Nicky had came to hang out and asked Dawn if she was doing something for it. He was surprised when she replied 'I don't care for birthdays. I'm not celebrating mine'. Sulking, he sat on her comfy sofa, with one finger in a bowl of chocolate dip they had given him. As he licked off the sugary liquid from his forefinger, Dawn joined him on the couch.
"I don't like the fuss." Dawn said simply. She wa
Zava: Sunday MorningMore Like This
Zack opened his eyelids lazily. He felt satiated after a good dream, though he was still slightly drowsy. Yawning, he turned his head to the right to see if his girlfriend had awakened, but she was facing away from him. Zack silently traced her recently cut silk-black hair that exposed her long, tanned neck. His heart swelled up by the simple sight of her lying next to him. Zack shifted over to get closer and kissed the back of her neck. There was no response; she stayed still like a log.
He grinned. Ava was a heavier sleeper than anyone he knew and that included Nicky, surprisingly. But he always enjoyed teasing her to wake up, especially on lazy weekends like this one. Slowly, Zack let down the thin strap on her left shoulder, and placed small tender kisses at the area. Her face twitched a little, so Zack continued his ministrations. He let his left hand traced underneath her short nightgown and started tickling her waist.
"Mmm, Zack..." Ava growled, slightly annoyed. The latter only
10 Ways Challenge: FlowersMore Like This
Dawn sighed as she finished writing the last mission report. After e-mailing the papers to her boss, she leaned back on her chair and inhaled deeply.
'Finally, a small break,' she thought to herself. It had been a long time since Dawn could remember that she was not sent out on another raid right after one another. Maybe this time, she can get a few days' worth of rest. Nicky had come back from a mission a few days ago too, and had insisted on office work for at least a week. Both knew they haven't spent much time as husband and wife together, and they terribly missed each other's company. Nicky had even nagged her repeatedly to come back home, which is why Dawn had finished the report in half the time.
Speaking of her husband, Dawn glanced at the nearby clock. It was half an hour before lunchtime. Because they work in the same building, the two love birds used to meet over for lunch when they first married, but the tradition soon stopped after they became swarmed with their demanding
RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.More Like This
"Make your choice, Ryan."
Ryan felt Rylie scrutinized his expression as he faced her, irritation simmered silently beneath her blue-grey irises. Her usually kind voice had wearied into exasperation, as she repeated her question. "Well, which is it?"
"Right," he spoke thoughtlessly.
"Your right or my right?" Rylie asked, irked. She lifted her arms and shook the shirts, one in each of her hand.
"Mine." Ryan answered. There wasn't an erroneous reply to that question; it was made clear that he would return to their apartment that day with a few new clothes he hadn't asked for. Whether the buttons were made of clay or rubies, or if the shirt's color was green or more of a turquoise, he definitely couldn't be bothered.
"Really?" It was apparent that Rylie was more attentive. Her attention had diverted, annoyance transformed into a slight, but genuine, wonder. "You don't mind the flowered dots at the cuffs and hem of the shirt?"
Ryan hadn't noticed. He just wasn't too keen on selecting a blac