Famous (The Soul of the World Book 1) by David Skato (best e books to read .TXT) 📕

she noticed that the house was dark, but two cars were parked in the driveway, which was a good sign he was home. Her boots slushed in the snow as she approached the house with no bags, no coat, and no turning back. She knocked twice. Shortly, light from an upstairs bedroom illuminated, and she could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Now freezing, she rubbed her hands, blowing them, trying to get some warmth from her breath. The door opened, and a small old man stood looking at her with sheer confusion.

“Yes?” The man spoke with a soothing grandpa voice.

Salvita was now a bit confused but still not worried. “Hi, I’m here for Sergei.” She said with a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry, my name is Raivis.”

“Is Sergei here?” She asked, trying to look around the man and into the house. She was now more confused than ever, but she expected her love to come running down the stairs any second.

“Madam, this is my house. Just me and my wife. We don’t know anyone named Sergei.”

Salvita’s body went limp as it wobbled back then forth, close to passing out. The memories came rushing in. The calls during business hours. The sweet talk and promises. The relationship. She remembered why they ended it, better yet, why he did. She stole money from him that was to be used for his graduate degree.  She stole it and ran off with Sarkis! “Oh my god.” She thought. She was remorseful at the person she was, but she knew she had changed. That moment she realized that Sergei was never interested in her. He was interested in revenge. Yes, what she did was wrong, but that was over ten years ago. She guessed that for some, heart wounds don’t heal.

She turns and runs into the woods, ignoring the calls of the old man to come back. She heard him, but at the same time, she didn’t. Tears dropped down her cheek, freezing before they could strike the ground. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care. She stomped through several inches of snow until she couldn’t take another step. She collapsed face-first into the deep icy wasteland. She managed to roll over to her back as the cold winter air filled her lungs. She looked up at the sky and admired the beauty of it all. “The stars shine even as I go to hell,” she thought.

Salvita was too frozen to move, but she could hear footsteps in the distance. She probably couldn’t scream for help if she wanted to, which she didn’t. She wanted to die. She could have waited until Sarkis killed her or until she got hit by a bus or something, but this way, she would die on her terms.  “At least here, the view is nicer.” She thought as the moonlight twinkled in her eyes.  The steps got closer as her eyes closed on the marvelous sight of the milky way, the feel of the brisk cold on her face, and the sound of a light wind blowing in the frozen trees. She wasn’t cold any longer. Her eyes closed, and she was in total darkness. She was at peace. In the darkness, she was completely conscious. “So this is death?” She thought to herself. But was it? She knew she wasn’t dead because she could still hear the footsteps approaching. “Salvita.” The strong voice of a man echoed through the dark.

“What is this?” She said, echoing also. Was she in her head? She felt that way as she continued to ask questions. “Who are you?”

“My name is Crimson.”

“What do you want with me?”

“What do you want with yourself?” The man asked.

“I just want to die in peace.”

“Are you sure about that? Wouldn’t it be better to get revenge?”

“It’s too late for that. I’m dying.”

“I can save you.”

“How?”

“Just say you want to be saved. That’s all.”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok, very well. Can I tell you one thing before I go?” The man asks.

“what’s that?”

“Sergei is at home with his wife and kids reading bedtime stories as we speak. They are all cozy under the fire while you die here in the cold all alone.”

She didn’t know if this was true, but it hurt all the same. “I don’t care.” She cried.

The voice now grew more agitated and devil-like. ‘You should care! They are all laughing at you! Your husband is currently fucking a prostitute in your bed while you lay here feeling sorry for yourself! No one cares about you! Why do you let them get away with this!? I’m offering you a chance!”

“It’s too late!” She screamed.

The voice calmed down. “No. I can save you. Promise that you will reign with me for eternity, and you will have your chance at revenge.”

Salvita whimpers. She could feel herself going deeper and deeper into the darkness. It was kind of a feeling of falling but standing at the same time. With overwhelming sadness, empty hopelessness, and insurmountable rage, she whispers. “I promise.”

The voice let out a vicious laugh, followed by a gruesome face heading towards Salvita at light speed. She screams! Everything goes quiet.

A much older Salvita was now in America and in charge of the biggest talent in the world. She was a long way from dying in the snow and now only a few steps from   Rochelle’s vanity.

“Fuck”. Rochelle muddled, covering her eyes as if that would make the current situation disappear.

“What the hell is this? You having a little date? What did I tell you about fraternizing with the locals? Get up!” The woman scolded her like she was a teenager caught kissing a boy. Grabbing Rochelle’s petite arm, she snatches her out of the seat rattling the table and all its contents in the process. Dontae’ quickly stands, preparing for confrontation, causing the guards to step in.

“Hey!” Dontae’ held his ground.

“Sit down!” The woman yelled, pointing at his seat as if he was that teenage boy. “Leave her alone. It’s best for the both of