Isabella Anderson

Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Alpha in Color

We enter my room. Lilah looks around. I blush from the embarrassment of having her look at my different sketches of the dark stranger. Almost a hundred different drawings, crude, complete, partial or whole- hang and line the wall. Covering up my other works of the mountain scene, and forest sky I had painted years ago. "Who is this?"

I blush again from her question. I don't even know how to explain that he's no one. Nothing by my imagination. "Well I'm glad I came in here and not Atlas."

That statement has me turning to her, sputtering out incoherent things as I try to explain. "No...it's no one, just this stranger...I mean it's not a stranger, he's not real... he's...."

Chapter .13.