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

Alora was tired. Her toes hurt and her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. She stumbled out of her ballet class. She didn't know if she was crazy or her mind was playing tricks on her.

It was as if she had seen Austin in the clothe rack. She was certainly crazy. Leslie saw how she was giddy and helped her.

"Are you alright. You look a bit dizzy."

"I am just fine. I just need to get back home."

"Okay, but Miss Chloe says that we should eat before we leave."

Alora was in a hurry for work. Why should she be? She could get free cinnamon rolls. That isn't very important though. She drowned down a glass of water.

"Calm down, Lora. It isn't wine." Leslie said, looking concerned.

"We have to make it to work." Lira stuffed her mouth with a slice of carrot cake.

"Have you guys be crazy? It is a Sunday. You were just talking about going home and now, work?"

Lezz placed a hand on Alora's shoulder. "What has gotten into you?"

Actually, she was just looking for a distraction. Thoughts of Austin plagued her mind and she didn't like this.

Austin jumped out of his car and raced into the house. Everything was neat. He could always trust Sally. He changed his clothes and immediately heard a car approach the building.

It was Julius Clayton. And no, not a relative of Julius Caesar. Julius was a friend of Austin's and they have been together in the whole mafia thing. 'Good memories.' Austin thought as a tall man in red with coffee hair emerged from the car with a long pipe in between his fingers.

Austin hurried downstairs and welcomed his guest. Soon, more and more people arrived and the place was bubbling up in excitement. But there was one person missing.

"Permission to make a grand entrance?" The large doors swung open and a gorgeous woman walked in. Behind her, were huge men armed with so much weaponry that you would think they were re-shooting the movie, 'Suicide squad.'

She wore a black corseted bodysuit, a midnight blue Belstaff leather jacket and a pair of Paris Texas Rosario boots.

Austin walked over to the elegant woman. The only sounds that were made were that of his clanking shoes and the ticking of the golden grandfather clock. When he reached her, she chuckled.

"Oh, Austin. You have always been so harsh on me."

Divine