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

"What's wrong, Josie?" Ash, Charles and Alora asked simultaneously.

"You wear designer clothes?" Josie's eyes were wide open.

"My boyfriend got that for me." Alora half smiled. Austin had promised her that he won't get designer clothes for her. He must have put them in her suitcase when she wasn't looking.

"Your boyfriend bought you a Signature Louis Vuitton Double Face Hooded Wrap Coat? That is expensive." She admired the coat.

"Right." She awkwardly took the coat from Josie. "I'm really need to sleep so, I'll be heading to my room."

"No problem. Charles can take you up." Ash signalled to his son. "Goodnight Lora."

"Goodnight, uncle Ash, goodnight Josie." Alora walked up he stairs with Charles following her. He led her to a room and handed her the keys.

"It's yours." He smiled. "It's good to have you back, Lora."

He returned back downstairs and left Alora to deal with the door. She unlocked it and let herself in. It looked just like her room but a bit bigger. The walls were painted baby blue and the bed was covered with white bedcovers.

She locked the door and ran the bathtub. Her suitcase was already in her closet so, she hung her coat, took a tower out of her bag and went to the bathroom.

While pouring shower gels into the water, she dialled Austin's number.

"Hello?" Austin's voice echoed in the background.

"It's me." She placed her phone on the toilet seat so it won't fall into the tub. She sat in the tub and began blow bubbles.

"Is there a problem?" He demanded, sounding impatient.

"Did I get you at the wrong time?" She tried listening to the multiple voices on the phone.

"I'm a bit busy with work." The voices ceased.

"At 1 in the morning?" She got suspicious. "Is there something you aren't telling me?"

"No." His voice wavered. "I can't talk right now."

He unexpectedly ended the call. 'What was that about?' She covered herself in her towel and left the bathroom. After wearing her nightgown, she climbed into her bed and went to sleep.