"Never waste a second of your life complaining.
Complaining doesn't solve problems, it attracts them."

                                ~trust_is_Venom
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[Chocokins you can listen to the song above... the lyrics are amazing! I absolutely loved the song. Also check out the song in the first chapter.

(Side note : the chapter needs severe editing. Sorry for the mistakes and for any other inconvenience.)

Here we go.....
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Third person's P. O .V

"Speak." A man ordered harshly. His appearance was scary as if he was a pure devil. He was sitting on the arm chair with his legs crossed burning the person standing with his cold dark look. His eyes were a shade of deep brown, daring to defy the coldness of his heart.

"Master, Sherhoey brought a girl named Pearl Firestorm to his house yesterday. She is a doctor. Her family lives in California. He keeps calling her angel and the way he behaves it looks like he cares for her deeply. We are still searching more about her. " the other man said quietly, keeping his head bowed. Its was the rule of his master. If anyone dares to look up, he is dead. He was shaking with fear. He knew well, if his master doesn't consider his information useful he will be losing his life today.

He glanced from his peripheral vision and his heart jumped in anticipation. His master smiled. An evil smile. A smile he knew too well. Someone is going to be dead. He just hoped that 'someone' is not him. He gulped hard, praying this ain't his last day on earth.

"Oh so Sherhoey is concerned for a girl. Good. Seems like its gonna be fun." his master smirked.

"Master what are your next orders?" he asked.

"What have I told you about asking me questions Efelo." his master said menacingly. It wasn't a question. It was a statement or in better words, a threat. Efelo's heart froze with fear. He cursed himself for his stupidity, endlessly in his brain.

How can he forget that a single word can take his life. He just signed his death wish. He knew his master was a psychopath. A pure scary psychopath.

"Pardon me master. I won't repeat it." Efelo apologized quickly. He wished that his master would let him go alive.

"Consider yourself lucky that I'm letting you go. Anyways don't take any action now, just keep a close eye on Sherhoey and his angel. I want every single detail." he ordered again in his cold voice.

His heart calmed a bit. He was just seconds away from dying.

"Why can't we just finish him Sgrehem?" Refeus questioned Sgrehem as he walked into the room . He was his right hand. Only he dares to question his orders. He was equally cruel and heartless, just like Efelo's master 'Sgrehem'. Refeus took a seat opposite to Sgrehem.

Efelo continued to look down, not wanting to offend the second devil.

"Let Poor Sherhoey spend a few moments with his glassdoll." Sgrehem replied evily, already forming a plan in his mind.

"Yeah right. It would be more fun to torture him by breaking her." Refeus said, understanding Sgrehem's intentions.

Both laughed while sharing a knowing look.

Efelo stood there silently, trying to swallow back the disgust towards his masters. He knew they will again destroy a innocent life. After all its was their work and so called fun.

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PEARL'S P. O. V

I finally reached 'his' room, without getting lost. I took a deep breath of relief entering his bathroom, already excited for a pleasant warm shower.

Well it's my second time here but this time when I'm finally looking around the interiors-- his bathroom looks so grand and lavish.

There was a door on the lest side which leads to the walk in closet. At the corner, there was a wall sized huge full length mirror. Yellow coloured bulbs were shoning everywhere. The doors were made of silver designs with a shining golden knob. Some traditional art was done over them I suppose... well I suck when it comes to history and traditions.

Back to the 'grand bathroom.' The walls were painted a dull cream colour. There was a bathtub placed towards the right corner.......which can accommodate four persons!! Seriously!? Does this man takes shower with his whole family??!

'No maybe with you and your kids!' my subconscious smirked.

I sighed.

There is nothing in this whole world which could piss me off like her.

Ignoring her, I stripped my clothes and stood under the hot shower. The warm water felt so soothing...like heaven.... pure heaven. My muscles relaxed and I felt like all my pain vanished. I rubbed my body gently with his soap.
Well I've no other choice you know!

After a good long shower I wrapped a white fluffy towel around me and walked into his closet.

The closet was also looking like a mini mall. It was adored by a wall sized mirror with thousands of clothes and shoes racked into shelves.

I picked a light blue coloured shirt and a black coloured pant. I quickly put the shirt over my head, only then realising that I was drowning in his large sized shirt. I folded the sleeves till my elbows to free my hand. I tried to put the pants but it just slidded down my legs. God! Sherhoey is really big. Now how will go down without pants! The shirt ended a little above my thighs covering my goodies and looked like a weird sort of one-piece so I think I don't need these pants. It's embarrassing but I'm helpless now.

I looked at the mirror and I looked... ridiculous! He better gets my clothes soon 'cause obviously I looked like a zombie right now.
I know he would laugh like a maniac as I'm practically sinking in his clothes but I've to face him anyways. Now I really feel I'm tiny.

Sighing I put my hair into a messy bun and allowed a few strands to fall over my face.
Well not actually allowed, my hair is kinda rebellious so it never cooperates. Another heck of me!

I'm not very fond of makeup and I don't have it now so either way I left it to look natural.

Saying that I look bad is an understatement but can I do something about that?

Well..no!!

I turned towards the door to head downwards. Just as I was about to step down on the first stair, I saw Sherhoey coming towards me.

"Angel, you ready?" he asked bht his eyes widened when he observed me from up to down. Then he smiled.

Huh!? Wasn't he supposed to laugh or something!

"Do I look so bad?" I asked nervously.

"Nope. You look beautiful Sweetcheeks." he complimented, still smiling.

Gosh! He is impossible!

"Don't lie. I'm here drowning in this, making me look like... A zombie." I blushed.

"Zombie? No angel, if anything you look breathtaking in my clothes. I wish to see you in my clothes daily." he said while his eyes have a look of adoration.

'It's love stupid! ' my innervoice chirped in.

'Nooooo!!' I denied her right away.

'Ha! Whom are you fooling around? ' She mocked.
I chose to ignore her as my heart throbbed in my chest at her remarks. His compliment didn't help either. He and his words will be the death of me.

"Thanks Sherhoey. Let's go." I nudged him because he was busy admiring my funny appearance with apprehension as if I'm the most beautiful creature.

He is indeed sick!

I shook my head and started walking away.

"Wait, angel." he said holding my wrist gently.

"Yes Sher-" I started but I squealed when he cradled me in his arms putting me against his chest, effortlessly bringing me close to his naked chest.

( I found this photo prefectly settling with the scene.. Him being shirtless and Pearl wearing his shirt. Lol!)

"What are you doing Sherhoey!? " I asked, shocked.

"Carrying you my love." he said simply as if its a very normal thing to do.

"That I can see but why? I've got a pair of leg you know. I can walk." I countered.

"Sure angel you can walk but you're barefoot and I can't allow your soft feet to touch these freezing marbles."
He said back.

I glanced down only to find him barefooted as well. This man!!

"So are you. Put me down." I whined.

"Angel, don't worry about me. Your feet are delicate so you aren't placing then against this hard cold floor. Let me carry you Sweetcheeks." he said while skipping the stairs. God please don't let me fall. I prayed silently.

"Sherhoey that's not reasonable. If you can walk then why can't I? I retorted.

"No angel."

Great I give up! No use of arguing with him as we're almost down.

"You are impossible. I wouldn't die if I walk barefoot." I said, defeated. He stiffened and stopped abruptly in midway. Now what did I do?

He pulled me closer.

"Hey, Sherhoey what's wrong?" I asked him softly.

"Please don't talk about your death angel. It nearly kills me to-" I interrupted him.

"I'm sorry Sherhoey. I wouldn't okay? Now calm down." I assured him while cupping his cheeks softly. He relaxed visibly. I never knew I've such effect on him.
'Do you know anything? Or should I say in a better you know nothing.' my subconscious taunted.
I huffed in annoyance. She is really infuriating.

"What happened, Sweetcheeks?"
How could he guess my moods so easily.
Sweetcheeks! I need to talk to him about it today.

"Nothing." I replied quickly.

What could I answer him! That my subconscious thinks I'm useless!?
Ugh! Its freakin' annoying!!

"Angel!" he called my name in a warning tone, giving me a pointed look. Now I've to make some excuse. But what!?

"I'm hungry." Wow.. That was my amazing excuse. By now he probably thinks me of a living zombie who is an eating balloon. I flushed at the thought itself.

"Angel you're not an eating balloon or a zombie in that case." he said while kissing my temple. My eyes widened.
How in this earth did he knew that? Am I speaking my thoughts too loud.

"How did you... "I trailed off as we approached the grand dining room. Did he invites this whole colony to have dinner or something!? The table was very large and elegant. It was a cream coloured made up of oak woods with red leather sofa like chairs, surrounding it which were looking quite fluffy. His whole house just screams fashion and extravagance.

Maybe he is a prince?!

"Your eyes said everything." he answered my half spoken question. I giggled softly. I don't know why but that line from his mouth sounded very cliche.

"Since when my eyes started functioning as my mouth Mister?" I joked but kept my expression serious. He just laughed in response.

"It's not funny." I pouted playfully.

"Angel if you don't know then your eyes are like endless oceans for me where I can drown. I get lost in your hazel eyes each time I look into them. I lose my very own existence when my eyes bore into your honey ones. They speak your heart to me angel." he explained. My heart swelled at his words. I was taken aback by the sincerity of his voice, to say the least.

Is he the same person whom people consider as a beast?!

He speaks with so much certainty that it feels like he was opening his heart to me even though people claim him to be heartless.

He placed me on one of the leather chairs and went back to the kitchen.
Woah the chair is so soft!

He came back with a single plate in his hands, as shirtless as ever. I wonder if he was purposely doing this so that I faint at the sight of his well adorned and sculpted chest. I shook away my thoughts. These days I think impossible things. Why do I feel I seriously need to consult a doctor??

'Not just a doctor.. A psychologist. I highly doubt that your mind is at place.' the stupid voice in my head said.
Well..What the heck! She is... hell. I hate her!

I frowned when he kept the plate in front of me. Where's his plate? And the plate in front of me was stocked with so much food that I can eat it for days.

Just as I was about to voice my question, he lifted me off the chair on which I was sitting with dignity a few moment ago.
After making himself comfortable, he settled me on his lap while securing an arm around my waist to tick me at one place. I was dumbfounded. There are so many chairs for christ's sake. Why does he need to sit on one chair with me!?

"Sherhoey, there are so many chairs." I reminded him as I tried to wiggle out of his lap only to make his grip more tight around my waist.

"But I prefer my lap." he said in a matter of fact tone. I sighed. No wining here. I thought to myself.

"Eat my angel." he said while passing me a fork and knife and grabbing one for himself.

Eat? But there is only one plate. Don't tell me that it's for both of us....in a single dish!! Jesus!!!

"In the same plate?" I questioned with uncertainty in my voice.

"Yes angel, in the same one." he confirmed and I gape at him in shock.

"But Sherhoey-"

"We are friends angel, right?"

I sighed. He is really really insane.
'Or really really sweet!' my innervoice again popped her head up.
Good if you're up there, could you please tell me what did I do to get her!!

"Kay." That was all I could say. He renders me speechless.

I started to dig in. I moaned at the taste. His cooking is just...just wow. I'd never be able to cook like him. He is just fantabulous at cooking.

'It's either fantastic or fabulous you idiot... there is no such word like fantabulous.' my oh so intelligent subconscious peeped her head again.

'Whatever.' I replied to her in a duh tone, too busy enjoying the delicious food.

''God Sherhoey! You are the world's best chef. I officially announce you as the best cook. I'm now getting addicted to your food. It's divine good lord. For Jesus sake you look fantastic." I complimented, moaning once again.

"I'm glad you are addicted because I'll be more than happy to cook for you angel." he replied while smiling at me and took the first bite of the tasty delicacy.

Angel..!! I've to talk to him about the endearments. Even though I really love them but he doesn't need to call me those.
'Your mental. You seriously have some Brain issues!' my innerone snapped at me but as usual I did my best to ignore her.

"Err.. Sherhoey..?" I called hesitantly.

"Hmm angel." he hummed in response.

"Talking of my nicknames....you don't need to call me an angel okay?" I finally blurted out.

"Why so angel?" he asked.
Again he called me an angel?? Why is this so difficult? I don't understand.

"Because I'm no angel. I'm a simple person." I reasoned.

"Nope... you're an angel. My angel. And I'm calling you that no matter how much you complain angel. Your an complete angel in my eyes. You saved my grandpa just like an angel and me too. You are actually more than an angel, you're a freaking goddess in my eyes." he reasoned back. This man is incredible. He never lets me win. I sighed heavily in irritation. But all my irritation flew out of the window when I chewed a spoonful of the delicious food in my mouth.

"You never listen to me." I whined. He kissed my cheeks lightly.

"You're mistaken angel. You're the only person to whom I listen." he said and I was left astonished. Did he really said that or am I imagining!? Phew!!

"Tell me honestly, don't you like me calling angel to you, angel?" he asked hopefully and I blushed hard. I do like it very much. This man makes me feel like I was a born tomato.

"I.. I don't know." I shuttered.

"Oh I know you you do like it my princess."he said in a confident voice. He... he is... --leave it.

"Sherhoey I've to go to hospital. Dr Stevans had called me earlier. Your grandpa has been shifted to normal ward. You can meet him but I've to first check him as Dr. Daniel is not present." I informed him.

"Okay I'll come with you." he said and I nodded.

"And you'll be heading back with me okay? You still need rest." he added.

"Alright. I know there is no way to win over you." I said, defeated and he grinned.

"Your clothes have arrived angel. You can change if you wish but I'd prefer you in my clothes. You look extremely hot angel." he said cockily. I glared at him and he winked in my direction

"Sherhoey Silvervans!!" I shouted and he moved his hand up in air to surrender.

"Wait, how did you get my clothes?"

"I have connections." he replied casually.
This rich man! I just hope he didn't broke my house in the process.

He lifted me again and stood up after placing me back on the chair.

"Finish your breakfast angel. I'll be right back after that we can leave angel." he instructed and headed upstairs.

I sat there and resumed my breakfast. My mind wandered to the previous moments I shared with him since yesterday. Only then I realized that I'm behaving in a way more than a friend should. I mentally cursed myself for behaving like that. How I hugged him in the car and also in the kitchen. Plus, the kiss on his cheek. I'm feeling so very embarrassed right now. I should have been more stern when he made me sat on his lap. What he must be thinking of me! I just hope that I didn't gave him any wrong hints. I should maintain my distance from him. And most importantly I've to head back to my home. This went far from being friends... to the extent of being inappropriate. I need to stop this.

I finished my food and went to change my dress in the guest room with a determination of staying away from him as much as possible .

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I know it's a filler chapter but still I'm hoping I didn't bored y'all.

How is the chapter? I'm not good at writing third person's POV so kindly bare it with me.

Did I bore you out?

Any guesses about Sgrehem and Refeus? What do you think he'll do? Will he prove to be dangerous or will he produce hurdles for Sherhoey and Pearl??

Anyways, do enjoy!

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Love y'all dear chocokins.😘😘

Evening glitters!! 😊

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Lastly, I was feeling very down yesterday and I came across this wonderful quote.