A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder 12 Summary
In “A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds,” Ezekiel returns to his homeland, indulging in a life of excess and hedonism that captivates him. Over the course of twenty days, he immerses himself in reckless behaviors, from wild parties to extreme sports, reveling in the freedom he feels away from past expectations. The vibrant atmosphere of the Soul Bar serves as the backdrop for his escapades, where he momentarily loses himself in the thrill of the nightlife, until a striking girl approaches him, seeking his attention.
However, a sudden shift occurs within Ezekiel when the girl tries to engage him. Overwhelmed by a wave of anger, he violently rejects her, shattering the glass in his hand and silencing the room. This outburst reveals the storm brewing inside him, hinting at deeper emotional turmoil connected to his past, particularly his unresolved feelings for Juliette. As the crowd watches with trepidation, Ezekiel describes the type of woman he desires, inadvertently evoking memories of Juliette, which only intensifies the tension in the room.
Wayne, Ezekiel’s closest friend, recognizes the danger of invoking Juliette’s name in Ezekiel’s current state and tries to change the subject. Yet, a reckless young playboy disrupts the atmosphere by making crude remarks about Juliette, further igniting Ezekiel’s fury. In a fit of rage, Ezekiel attacks the playboy, unleashing a torrent of violence that leaves the bar in chaos, showcasing his inability to cope with the emotional pain associated with his past relationship.
As the scene escalates, Ezekiel’s violent outburst culminates in a moment of grim realization. Covered in blood and consumed by rage, he suddenly questions the time, revealing an unexpected urgency to return home before midnight, as Juliette had set a curfew for him. This moment highlights the conflict within Ezekiel—torn between his reckless lifestyle and the lingering promises he feels bound to uphold, particularly towards Juliette, who remains a haunting presence in his life.
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**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**
Upon returning to his homeland, Ezekiel slipped back into a life of excess and reckless abandon, a life that felt both familiar and exhilarating.
In the span of just twenty days, he lost himself in the throes of hedonism, drinking until the stars faded from the sky, pushing his car to its limits in adrenaline-fueled races, and diving headfirst into every extreme sport that dared to challenge him.
He reveled in the freedom that came with being himself, unburdened by the weight of expectations or the ‘troubles’ that had once shackled him at home. Each breath he took felt lighter, as if he were shedding the very skin of his past.
Inside the VIP lounge of Soul Bar, the atmosphere was electric.
The music thumped like a heartbeat, drowning out all coherent thought, while the lights danced chaotically, casting colorful shadows across the room. Champagne flowed like a river, bubbles bursting in a symphony of celebration.
Ezekiel lounged on a plush sofa, his body half-reclined, the collar of his sleek black shirt casually undone, embodying an effortless charm. His phoenix-like eyes, usually so sharp, were now half-closed, entranced by the amber liquid swirling in his glass, lost in a labyrinth of introspection.
A striking girl, her makeup bold and daring, emboldened by her own allure, dared to sidle up to him, her body pressing against his arm, seeking his attention.
With a sultry smile, she reached for his glass, her voice dripping with sweetness as she purred, “Mr. Powell, isn’t it a bit dull to drink all by yourself? How about I keep you company?”
As she leaned closer, preparing to clink her glass against his, a sudden shift rippled through Ezekiel.
The haze that clouded his mind darkened, morphing into something sharper, more menacing.
In a swift motion, he raised his hand, flinging both the glass and the girl away with a fierce intensity. “Ugly, get lost!” he barked, his voice slicing through the revelry like a knife.
“Bang—”
The sound of shattering glass echoed, mingling with the girl’s startled scream, instantly silencing the entire lounge.
Those present, seasoned insiders of the nightlife, exchanged wary glances, knowing instinctively that they had just witnessed the stormy temperament of a man who was not to be trifled with. Someone immediately gestured for the staff to escort the sobbing girl away, her pride as shattered as the glass on the floor.
Another patron, eager to placate the brewing storm, stepped forward, his voice oozing with false cheer. “Mr. Powell, what kind of woman would you prefer to drink with? I’ll arrange it right away.”
Ezekiel’s gaze dropped, a murmur escaping his lips as he repeated the words that had just tumbled from his mouth. Then, with deliberate slowness, he articulated his desires.
“She has to look pure, with those dewy eyes that sparkle when she looks at people, a sweet, playful voice, and she mustn’t be too loud.”
He gestured below his chest, his fingers slicing through the air to emphasize his point. “About this tall, with a delicate waist that fits snugly in one hand… and there has to be a small red mole on the right side of her neck.”
Before he could finish, a heavy silence enveloped him, as if the very air had thickened with tension.
It was as though a sudden realization struck him, darkening his expression like a storm cloud rolling in.
The temperature in the lounge dropped, and an uneasy atmosphere settled over the crowd, everyone acutely aware of Ezekiel’s foul mood.
Cautious glances were exchanged, each person silently questioning whether they were about to witness another eruption of his infamous temper.
Wayne Cole, Ezekiel’s closest confidant, felt a twitch in his eyelid, a premonition of trouble.
Wasn’t the woman Ezekiel had just described Juliette?
Wayne was all too aware of the tangled web that connected Ezekiel, his brother Giovanni, and Juliette. He knew that after her divorce, Juliette had moved to Britain, seeking distance from the chaos that had once consumed her life.
Ezekiel had already exacted his revenge, promising Giovanni that once Leilani’s surgery was complete, he would honor Leilani’s request.
But now…
Feeling the oppressive weight of Ezekiel’s mood, Wayne quickly sought to divert the conversation, bringing up the latest gossip that had been circulating in their circle.
Yet, fate had other plans, as a young playboy, oblivious to the tension, staggered over, a glass of wine clutched in his hand, the scent of alcohol wafting off him. “Mr. Powell, I heard you’ve grown tired of Juliette. When will you let the rest of us have a taste?”
The playboy completely missed Wayne’s warning glare, continuing with reckless abandon. “Honestly, I’ve been craving Juliette for ages, Mr. Powell. What’s it like to sleep with her?”
The moment those words left his lips, the lounge fell into a deathly silence, each patron holding their breath.
In the past, such questions might have been met with laughter and bravado.
But now, everyone knew that whenever Ezekiel drank, Juliette’s name would occasionally slip from his lips like a ghost haunting his thoughts.
It was painfully clear to anyone with even a shred of sense that Ezekiel was not ready to let her go.
They were all men, and they understood the complexities that lay within a man’s heart.
It’s akin to possessing something you dislike; even when it’s broken, it remains yours, untouched by others.
Ezekiel narrowed his eyes, a chilling smile creeping across his face. “You want to know?”
“Yeah,” the playboy replied eagerly, a glint of excitement in his gaze. “Is it that she’s tight, or is it her moaning…”
“Bang!”
Before he could finish, Ezekiel seized an empty wine bottle from the table, smashing it against the playboy’s head with a violent ferocity.
Glass shards erupted into the air, and the playboy’s face drained of color as pain shot through him, blood trickling from his temple and staining his cheek.
The playboy’s eyes widened in terror, sobering him in an instant as he stammered in defense. “Mr. Powell! Didn’t you say before… that when you got tired of her, you’d let us…”
Ezekiel’s eyes burned with a wild intensity, as if a switch had been flipped within him. He grabbed the man by the collar, slamming him to the ground, unleashing a flurry of punches, each one fueled by rage and desperation.
“You think you’re worthy of touching my woman?!” he roared, each blow punctuating his words.
The dull thuds of fists meeting flesh, the shrill screams of the playboy, and the metallic scent of blood filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony of violence.
No one dared to intervene; they all quickly retreated, leaving the scene to its grim fate.
Wayne struggled to reach Ezekiel, but every attempt to pull him back was futile. Just when he feared someone might die, Ezekiel suddenly halted.
In the dim light, his face was splattered with crimson, his eyes hollow and haunting, as if he had emerged from a dark abyss, sending shivers down the spines of those who remained.
His voice, hoarse and disoriented, broke the silence. “What time is it now…?”
Wayne blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected question, but he quickly glanced at his watch.
“It’s eleven thirty at night.”
At the mention of the time, the vacant look in Ezekiel’s eyes shifted, replaced by a flicker of urgency.
He raised his voice slightly, a hint of nervousness threading through it. “Then I have to go home first. Juliette set a curfew for me—I have to be back before midnight, or she’ll make a scene again.”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the chaos, Ezekiel stood amidst the wreckage of shattered glass and bruised egos, a stark reminder of the tempest brewing within him. The exhilaration he once found in reckless abandon had morphed into a desperate grasp for something more profound—an unquenchable yearning for connection and belonging. As the adrenaline faded and the reality of his actions settled in, he felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. The fleeting thrill of excess no longer masked the hollow ache in his chest, a growing void that echoed Juliette’s absence. He realized that in his quest to escape the pain of their lost promise, he had only succeeded in deepening his own solitude.
With a newfound clarity, Ezekiel’s thoughts turned to Juliette, the woman whose essence lingered in every corner of his mind. The curfew she set was not just a rule; it symbolized the tether that still bound them, a promise that had not yet been fully severed. As he made his way through the darkened streets, each step felt like a return to himself, a reclamation of the man he once was before the chaos overtook him. He understood now that the path to healing lay not in indulgence but in confronting the shadows of his past. With each pulse of his heart, he resolved to seek her out, to mend the pieces of their fractured bond, and to reclaim the promise they had forged together—a promise lost between two worlds, but not yet beyond redemption.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter of *A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds*, readers will be thrust deeper into the chaotic whirlwind of Ezekiel’s life as he grapples with the consequences of his violent outburst at Soul Bar. The tension that hangs in the air following the altercation will not only haunt him but also ignite a series of confrontations that could alter the course of his relationships forever. With the clock ticking ominously towards midnight, Ezekiel’s desperate need to return to Juliette will propel him into a race against time, forcing him to confront the ghosts of his past and the weight of his promises. Will he be able to mend the rift created by his reckless behavior, or will his actions lead to irrevocable damage?
As Ezekiel navigates the treacherous waters of his emotions, readers can expect to witness a clash of loyalties and buried feelings. Wayne’s role as his confidant will be put to the test, as he struggles to keep Ezekiel grounded amidst the chaos swirling around him. Meanwhile, the enigmatic Juliette looms large in the background, her presence a constant reminder of the promise Ezekiel made—and the stakes involved in breaking it. Will she be the one to pull him back from the brink, or will the darkness that has seeped into his soul consume him completely? The answers lie just beyond the horizon, waiting to unfold in a dramatic crescendo that promises to leave readers breathless.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
