Valoel

She lives a simple life. His is as tangled as a piece of thread. She is full of joy and bliss. He is burning with hate and blood lust. 
But somehow, they need each other.
And he would stop at nothing to make sure she is his.
In a world of where you feel cold, you gotta stay gold.
The pains of a past life and the bewilderment of the future, can these two souls become one?

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Rich guy, Poor girl

Austin watched Alora clean tables and wash the rest of the dishes. She removed the apron and wore her coat. Picking up her bag and umbrella, she locked the cafe and began walking home.

Austin trailed after her and was astounded by the way the wind whipped her hair. She abruptly stopped and turned around. She has seen me.

"Good evening." She politely said.

Austin smiled and said, "Good evening." 'She can't see my face. It's too dark.' Austin thought. He had to create a conversation.

"I have heard a lot about The White Dancer." She laughed. Her voice sounded so good. He wanted to replay the sound of her laughter again and again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Austin held out his hand and she took it. Her hand was so soft.

"You are..." , Austin hesitated. If he told her his name, she would fear him.

Alora began walking and Austin followed her, side by side. They talked a lot. More like she talked and he listened. She babbled about her younger sister, brother and her work. She occasionally glanced at him and he would encourage her by saying, "Go on. I am listening."

She would then, smile and continue talking. They walked and when she reached a small house, she stopped. Is this where she lives? Austin asked himself. It's so small. She turned to look at him and said in a low voice, "This is where I live. My siblings are light sleepers and the tiniest of sounds wake them up."

"That's fine." He replied and pulled out a twig from her hair.

'He almost looks like Austin Cannon.' Alora thought but quickly condemned that thought. After all, that cold blooded murder can't act as sweet as Ace.

"I believe I have said so much tonight." Alora said, heat flooding her face.

"I would come to your cafe tomorrow."

They just stood there, without saying a word. "I have to go." Alora hurriedly darted to the front door. She turned around and Austin waved at her. She did the same and ran into the house.

Austin walked away and after making sure that he was far from her house, he called Calum to pick him up. He wanted to celebrate his victory.

Taking Things Easy