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Desperate time desperate measures

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2020-12-19 04:04:21

Ten minutes had left until we finally received the call that the sniper had been taken care of by Kang Xianliang’s right-hand man. At least, this problem was out of the picture. However, seeing what the CCTV footages on Kang Xianliang’s phone showed, it looked like we were far away from being saved. There was a group of seven sturdy men wearing black clothes and masks who invaded the building. Right now, they were approaching us undisturbed by no one. Even after the lifts were sto

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  • The Last Piece of my Soul   Gunshots in 5 minutes

    The foundation brush in my hand felt weird to hold. Not because there was something wrong with it. It was just an ordinary brush, possibly on the higher end considering that Leonardo ensured each piece of clothing, perfume, jewellery, and even the make-up brushes were exquisite and expensive. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was actually putting effort into impressing me and presenting himself as a reliable man with high standards. Frankly speaking, he was a man with high standards, but I doubted there was even a second he genuinely considered what would make me view him in a positive light. I felt like he was conveniently forgetting or self-hypnotizing himself into believing that I am something more than a prisoner, held in a gilded cage, he wanted to use against his enemy, Kang Xianliang.I finished applying the lightweight foundation with the brush, set it down on the vanity table, and picked up the crumbled piece of paper again for at least the 100th time. It’s been a few

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   I have a way to save you

    The morning air was crisp and fresh. The sun was shining brightly, and its warmth gently caressed my skin. I was lying on the concrete next to the pool in the yard of Leonardo’s two-story house. My eyes were closed, and I was exuding an air of tranquillity. Or at least I hoped my pretense was believable enough for the security guard whose eyes were glaring at me with murderous intent. I wish I could sigh, but that would give me away. Honestly, at this point, the constant threats to my life felt like an annoying chore I had to constantly deal with. A normal person would be scared, constantly on edge, looking behind their back to make sure there isn’t a crazy personal hitman or a mentally unstable woman trying to end them, but maybe because I died once, I became a bit indifferent. Or maybe my indifference was a result of me going cuckoo. Whichever one it was, I was too lazy to give a sh*t. The security guard looked around for the fifth time during the last ten minutes. No, not because h

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   Guilty

    Trigger warning, panic attack, suicide, ptsd 1 month later, Valetta, Malta I raised my hands wrapped in boxing gloves and tried to relax my shoulders. They shouldn’t be stiff or too high. That would make my belly vulnerable. I put my right leg forward and crouched a little just enough to easy to avoid an attack coming to my face. I looked at the man standing opposite me and once his eyes met mine, I tried to hit him with my right fist. He blocked it as always, but it didn’t’ mean it will stop me from trying to punch him again and again. When I tried to hit him for the fourth time, he raised his fist so quickly I couldn’t even see it before I felt pain on the left side of my head. I staggered backward and shook my head like a wet dog. ‘’ I told you to be careful when you attack because you leave your guard open.’’ Leo’s voice was even and unbothered. On the other hand, I was already breathing with difficulties. ‘’Don’t focus only on attacking. You need to prot

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   Let with no choice

    For the first time in a long while, I felt some semblance of satisfaction. Was it because Leonardo, the man I used to love so much without being reciprocated, was standing in front of me? No, definitely, not. It was because of the fear in the eyes of the woman who ordered my death and almost succeeded in taking my life. Her skin was as white as a sheet of paper, and her dark eyes were round with dread. Did I look like that when Xavier took a picture of me and sent it to her? Did she feel the same thing as me now? If the answer was yes, I could truthfully say that I understood her. I sincerely understood why she enjoyed watching the person she hated suffering. My gaze full of malice was promising endless pain if I got the chance to get near her. Noticing the promise in my eyes, she quickly hid behind Xavier. As always. God, I just wanted to see her alone without the protection of her dog. I clenched my jaw, sensing my boiling anger but then forced myself to calm down. I wante

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   More than one bad day

    “All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.I looked at the woman kidnapped and wanted to torture me for some unknown reason. Earlier I tied her wrist and ankles with the same rope she tied me before breaking free. My eyes found hers, and I noticed the slight trembling of her body. Her nostrils flared because of her heavy breathing, probably caused by her fear. Yes. It wasn’t funny to be let at the mercy of other people. But I was curious. Did I also look that pathetic

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   A deadly silver shine

    When I was left alone, I used the time to go to the bathroom and pull the lid of the toilet bowl. There I sat in for a while, not thinking about anything. I watched the white door blinking and not letting any thought or emotion in my head. For the first time in a while, I felt some semblance of peace. Why was my life like that? In the beginning, I blamed Leonardo and Bianca. But now? After this hallucination, I didn’t know what to think. Was what I saw something created by my stressed subconsciousness? It was possible, but it couldn’t explain the familiarity I felt. I had that feeling of being aware of it at some point but forgetting about it.However, I couldn’t accept the other option. I wasn’t strong enough mentally to do it at this point. So, for now, I would just bury my head in the sand and believe it was a bad dream caused by the constant stress I lived in. I went to wash my hands, and while doing so, the door opened, and another woman came in.

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   What sin did I commit?

    The serenity of the night was in stark contrast with my emotions. My blood boiled in my veins, and I couldn't conceal the wrath in my eyes. I must have scared Yan Si because the look on his face was wary.''Tang jie, what happened? Why do you look like you are planning someone's murder?''

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   Kang Xianliang

    Even if I were struck by lightning, I wouldn't be as shell-shocked as I was. His dark eyes had the intensity of a beast going to swallow its prey whole. His predatory look made me tremble. And his statement that he wouldn't let me escape…I could swear I had never in my two timelines met that person.

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   Venice

    Early in the morning, the private plane set off from China to Italy. The flight was long, and I had nothing to do. Last night I tried to sleep in set on lights, but Han Wei disturbed me. Since then, I counted many sheep. Alas, it was futile. So I thought I would have the chance to rest during the fl

  • The Last Piece of my Soul   A midnight commotion

    A few hours later, there was a loud commotion in the hallway outside my room. Slowly, I opened my eyes, listening to the loud voice of Yan Si's mother. The words were a little bit unclear due to the thick walls, but I could grasp the conversation's meaning. Or the monologue, to be exact. Han Wei

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