Inara_Me

*Arranged marriage*Enemies to lovers*Obsessed anti-Hero*
“I fucking hate you!” She breathed out the words, slowly and steadily, into his face. Her garlic smelling breath hitting him right in the face, making his face twitch and break posture. 

“You,” he turned his head away to breathe away from her garlic scented bread, only for her to open her mouth and blow into his direction. “Fucking brat. Did your parents teach you nothing?“

“Pedophile!” She accused to his face. “Did your parents teach you to marry little girls?” 

Adrian scoffed. “it’s your father who is trying to marry you off. Take it up with him.” 

She tried to open her mouth, by the looks of it just blow her garlicky breath on him again. Adrian grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheeks together, he made her shut her mouth. 

“Listen to me carefully, Brat,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, “You better hope I don’t say yes to this proposal of your father. Because if I do, I will be shipping your ass off to  a behaviour correction facility as the first thing.” 

Ignoring the sneer on her lips, Adrian patted her cheek forcefully, just for fun, before turning around and leaving her alone in the corner. 

“It’s on,” she vowed, “I’ll fucking set you on fire.” 

*****

Joyce O’Sullivan, 19 years old, a perfect age to get married and settled according to her family members, according to the church they went to, and according to the whole society that she did not give a damn about. 

Adrian Murphy was a name she had heard in her household many times but only by their mouths of. Those who dealt with business. 

When her father is finally able to score a meeting with the so called God of Europe, at least for the land to live in, she could not care any less only to find out that his father was making a proposal to him. Proposal of marriage.

A proposal of marriage of her and him. 

The best part about it? He got to decide. And she certainly won’t let him decide in her favour. 

And why? 
Because it would get them power and power was everything.

****
Dark romance you have been warned.
Can be read as a standalone .

Belonging To The Darkness

The amount of crying that she had done in one day may not have been done in the entire year. Her tears did not stop and it seemed like she had a non-stop supply of it. 


Most of what she had said to her mother was apologies. Apologies for not holding a family together, apologies for almost succeeding in choosing the power of destruction and apologies for not pursuing her mother enough to take the treatment. 


How many apologies had she delivered to her mother in a span of one year? That realization hit her because not once had she said to her mother 'I love you'. Not even a single one. Nada. 


Nope, it was just I am sorry, I'm sorry and I am sorry. 


It was pathetic. How come she never had anything to thank her mother for or to love her? Not even a single Miss You. 


"Maybe, I should make a promise to you." Joyce stared at the gravestone, talking to it, contrary to her prior belief. "My promise is going to be, the next year, I come here, I will be chatting about my accomplishments." 


The winds of a storm -II