Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Chapter 6 The Ousted Russian Heir

Word Count: 1314 | Released on: 17/09/2023

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liers dripping with crystals hanging above my king-sized bed. This grandiose black-themed bedroom almost half the size of a mini stadium made it necessary to automate it. I wouldn't have myself wasting the precious first four minutes o

e coffee brewer was one of the few things I positioned really close to my bed

he two most exciting feelings I ever enjoyed, hence their close proximity to allow me savor them simultaneously. Her aesthetic blue eyes radiated the mos

My en suite bathroom adorned with black marble and gleaming chrome fixtures had two parts – for my skincare, and bath times con

outine so I veered my eyes to get one but found the spot empty. "Goddamnit..." I muttered out of peak exasperation. I always let a hot towel sit on my

a few paces just next to my bed. I dialed the number to

d morning Y

n charge of replac

ne," an eloquent speaker stammered. He co

onsible. Now!" I hung up. I needed to see just who had the

come in," Alexa announced. Unlocking the doors automatically meant someone was trying to gain acce

e but definitely not within my reach or eyeshot. Caressing the ceramic one next to the telephone, I engaged

d in, a few inches are already covered which saves me some stress. My red oak double doors are of the finest quality, I want them untouched. If I should swing my arm, it would be...' I rambled in my mind then simultaneously turning around, I swung my right arm, throwing t

dvanced towards her.

ahh..." she shrieked at the sight of blood on her fingers. She then turned around but her legs betrayed her at the worst timing; they couldn't hold h

aking doors, Alexa!" I commanded fiercely when there wasn't any ac

t her groveling again with resounding slaps across her cheek; the fourth one did the job. "You had just one

. I could hardly see the white part of her eyes as they were barely open,

once again. Her movements retrogressed like she took quite the hit. I crouched to her level. "You're all being rewarded handsomely for staying here. Why the hell are you still slacking?" I asked low-pitched. "Huh????!!!" My

mouth. Her face looked pale like sh

nly shrouded with the thought of inflicting pain on her; reminiscent of a

re giving the final blow with a kick aga

threw it to the floor. After which I walked over it to clean the blood beneath my feet. "Wha...what's go

mess," I ordered succinctly with no

heck on her near-lifeless body. 'Screw you,' I gestured, raising my middl

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Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

Sakura Uchiha Young Adult

“Could you ever imagine having a phobia for eyes? A pair of deep ocean blue eyes is not just enticing but aesthetically appealing to the visual senses (eyes) as well. But that was miles away from being the case for a certain Ashley Sinclair. Not only did she have a phobia for blue eyes, she was also diagnosed with insomnia, anxiety disorder, panic disorder, etc, and had to live on drugs following the gruesome event that occurred on the 18th of July. Hooded guy with black nose mask and blistering deep ocean blue eyes raining lours on Ashley. That enigmatic scene that continued for days was brought to an abrupt end on a bloody note – Makayla Palmer was murdered in cold blood. Unfortunately, Ashley was the only one allowed to wake up in that pool of blood, falling asleep with her best friend full of life only to find her on the brink of death afterwards. Subsequent to lying unconscious in the hospital for a few weeks, she woke up with a whole new personality, dampened yet one with the deep burning urge to bring the killer to misery. She did all in her power to help the police in her case. Having chiseled a spitting image of the hooded guy to mind, she was able to produce a portrait on paper. That portrait was useless until a second murder case resembling Makayla's took place. The other female students of International University of Chicago were slowly consumed by fear after a series of death confirmed to be a serial killer case, wondering 'who's next?' A part of Ashley surged with thrill, gaining the opportunity to pull the puzzle pieces together and somehow solve the mystery. Ashley somehow eventually found herself entwined in an exhausting love triangle between Carson Anderson – her detective friend – and Daniil Smirnov – an ousted Russian heir transferred to her school. The duo slowly began to compete for her attention and love but Ashley wasn't into either of them. At first. Their relationship later ended with Carson as the third wheel because Ashley without knowing, fell deeply in love with Daniil. Slowly his influence rubbed off, letting her old personality return. Little did she know what laid in store at the end of that tunnel she thought to bring so much positivity and radiance to her soul. There was more to Daniil than met the eye. The culprit at long last revealed himself. But instead of leaving Ashley feeling elated and fulfilled having achieved the greatest feat, it left her confused and in disarray. 'How could she not have known? Did she see the signs but choose to ignore them? How could she not have felt the killer's presence even when he was so close? "Who killed Makayla?"”