histórias de Hissavior

"Baba why don't du like wain?" I look at Beatrice her tiny hand in mine as we stand on the porch. The sound of the thunder in the distance and the gentle rain drops remind me of the dark days. The way my father would beat me, all the times I would stare outside my window watching the rain drops slide down the window pane, hoping the rain will stop so I can run from that horrid place, the way I would promise I would be better for my boys, for my wife, for my mafia, for me. So I ignore it, I pretend that everytime it rains, I'm fine and it's just another day but the truth is. I never got better, not really. Sure I'm happy but not healed. "Why do you want to know honeybee?" I ask trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my chest. "Cause you wook sad, I won't want du to be sad." I pick her up putting her on my side as she holds out the palm of her hand. Gentle rain drops falling. "Cause my dearest honeybee. Rain is sad and gloomy. No one likes rain." She looks at me her eyebrows furrowed. "But wain is nice." Why does this young girl like rain so much? Most kids are sad and whiney when it rains. Complaining about how they can't play outside but she loves rain, loves to play in it, loves to talk about it. What is her deal? "Well why do you like rain?" She looks at me a bright smile on her lips. "I wike the wain. Cause when it wains you tan look for rainbows and it's even better when it's dark tause du can look for stars." I watch as the golden sun peaks out from behind the dark grey storm clouds, bright golden rays shinning on her face. Small giggles coming from her. "And da prettiest tings are found in da dark." ~~~ (AN:) This is based in a Mafia run soceity. The levels of government are: World Leaders. Mafia. Higher class jobs. (Such as Doctors, Lawyers, Police force, etc) Then everyone else, the commners. Just a little note so you aren't completly lost.

Savior: A person who saves someone or something from danger. Savior. It fits in perfectly for Carl, because he has saved me so many times from danger. Carl Grimes is my savior. (This is the sequel to His Savior)

"Strip, little rabbit." Sebastian Vettel's deep voice reverberated through the dimly lit room, his hooded eyes lingering on Callie's black leather stripper wear. Callie sunk her teeth on her lower lip, fidgeting with the dancing pole in the middle of the room. "I...don't...know...how...to." she looked away, her thumping heart threatening to jump out of her chest. Her mind raced trying to remember the moves she had been practicing before the billionaire mafia summoned her. Unless she wanted to be thrown back out on the freezing Christmas night or worse get killed, she had to do as he said. Quickly. "Do you need me to teach you how to?" A dark smirk played dangerously on Sebastian's lips, his lustful eyes, roaming hungrily on Callie's milky white thighs. "No... I'll do it." She glanced up at him, swaying her hip to the left. She clasped at the dancing pole tightly, cursing at her step mother, who left her broke, desperate and vulnerable at the mercy of hungry vultures. And Rossy her best friend who stole something precious from Sebastian then ran away, leaving her there to pay. To Sebastian, Callie is a devious little thief, who has just walked into the Lion's den. Conniving with her best friend to steal the only lead that could explain the disappearence of his beloved wife. He plans on keeping her until he finds her little friend. However, things take a dark turn when unwanted feelings start creeping up, destroying the delicate relationship that exists between Sebastian and Callie. What happens when love surpasses hatred, and strong ties from the past? This Christmas holiday leaves Callie and Sebastian changed in ways they never thought possible.

When Riley's sole job is to save others, it's hard for her to imagine that she's the one that needs saving. A story about a girl who doesn't know she needs saving, and a boy who might just need the same in return.