"Damn! Can you believe this asshole? What's going on in his crooked head? I couldn't believe it." Max clenched his fist, his face contorted with anger as he let out a string of furious curses to Damien Grimshaw.
He paused a moment to let out a heavy sigh before continuing, "I mean, really, what guts this guy has! He's always up to something bad, causing trouble wherever he goes. He seems to have a particular grudge against calm and peace. Behind his eyes, his thoughts seemed to move around like sneaky fairies playing a secret game. It was as if his mind was a maze that held a treasure trove of secrets."
As gentle morning light filtered through the windows, Melody sat at the breakfast table with Max and Edward, enjoying the coffee and a savory ham and cheese croissant. She liked its flaky layers with a generous filling of thinly sliced ham and melted cheese.
