The Creations

In the winter of 2015, Olive Hart sat on a train from an orphanage in the suburbs and

was headed for Los Angeles.

When she was nine year old, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she’s being

brought back to LA. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hart’s

family and the Augustine’s family.

A daughter from the Hart’s family is to marry into the Augustine’s family. But, with the

rumours of the groom being terminally ill, neither of Hart’s two sisters consented to the

marriage.

Olive was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was

suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of

blood.

Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In

split. seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in.

“Boss, there’s no one here. Let’s just send him to hell.” One of them roared. The

scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward

Olive.

Olive instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man’s eyes pa*sed a message of

strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands,

Olive immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, “Don’t hurt me please. I

saw nothing.”

Their leader stepped forward and stared at Olive’s small face. Her eyes were

incomparably. bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed.

The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior.

“Little beauty, we don’t have to hurt you, you just have to please my brothers.”

Olive’s slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, “I don’t want to die, please. As

long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll definitely serve you all satisfactorily.

Olive’s soft and gentle pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader’s body. He

pounced on Olive and tried submerging her slender body under his.

“Boss, you go first. We’ll send this dk to hell first. Then we’ll all have a good time with

her.” One of the men suggested.

Already manipulated by the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped

his weapon on the floor and had reached out to pull the buttons of Olive’s clothes.

But in splits seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head

to meet Olive’s bright eyes. The panics and weakness which were visible in her eyes

had now disappeared. A cold look was now evident.

“You..” The man made to speak, but Olive immediately kicked him on the loins.

“F**k” The man man muttered and came crashing to the ground.

“Boss!” The men had chorused in shock. The men were startled and wanted going to

a*sist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he

snatched

the

weapon from one of the men in black. The men then fell to the ground one by one

almost in a split second.

Olive sat up. She knew the man was only playing unconscious. Her eyes met with his.

He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two

small abyss in the bottom of them. Anyone who looked at them was bound to be sucked

in.

“Master, we’re late.” The rescuers arrived and began to clean up in an orderly fashion.

One of the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He