I thought when I returned he would have left me, but I was wrong, he's still there. He got out of his car and looked at the bicycle I was carrying. The emotion on his face became blank again as before. There is no sign of his anger but I have a feeling that he is still mad. I stared at him in shock at what he did next. He put my bike in the backseat. It was a folding bike so he could easily place it inside.Then he opened the car for me, I gulped and got into his car. In a few moments, he also went inside the car. I thought we were just going to be silent all the time.But he suddenly talked."What are you doing in that club?"I could not answer him instantly. As if a stone had been placed in my throat. I can feel my body shaking. His voice is too dangerous. I'm not mistaken in what I thought before. I can feel how mad he is, still. I lowered my head and played with my fingers to calm myself. But it didn't even help me to make myself feel better. I was ev

I looked at him and I almost screamed seeing how close his face was to me. There was no more emotion in his eyes but the edge of his lip was raised. I quickly backed away and adjusted the mirror I was wearing. I can feel my face heating up.I heard her faint laugh before picking up the book I had been reading earlier. I looked at him. He examined the book and I saw him smirked.He looked at me directly in my eyes, he's still smirking. "I didn't know that you're a fan of erotic stories."My eyes widened when I heard what he said. I looked at the book he's holding. And I almost fainted when I saw what book it is. The book of Blanka Lipinska entitled 365 DNI, I quickly took it from him and hid it in my bag.“I wonder if you have some sexual fantasies,” he said in a low tone. My face blushed even more as he laughed softly. He came closer to me so I stumbled but I had nowhere to sit so I expected to fall to the floor but I did not

I just slightly smiled at her as I pulled my hands. It was the first time that someone talked to me, nicely. But it was just the same as before. I'm still having panic attacks. I slowly gasped. I bow my head and I was about to go when she talked again. I clenched my fist as I calmed myself."Anyways, I know about your condition, you have dysphemia, right? I'm sorry, I know it was rude of me." my lips parted but I hesitantly smiled at her and nodded.She smiled at me too. "You know what? I understand you, my mother is like that too. But she's going on treatment so somehow she doesn't stutter anymore."I averted my eyes from him. I don't know what to say. I inhaled and exhaled to calm myself more."Don't worry, I won't judge you. Anyway, can we be friends?" I was about to nod but someone called my name. I saw Azazel standing right in front of the door of our classroom. His face was so dark that I shivered. I swallowed as I stared at him

As I stared at Azazel, I swallowed. I noticed him furrowing his brow. I quickly averted my gaze and resumed my painting.What on earth am I thinking? Did I hear it wrong? Perhaps my mind is just messing with me. I closed my eyes for a moment and focussed on the painting. But I almost jumped when I felt his hand on my elbow. I was stunned for a moment before slowly looking at him. He's still staring at me intently. And I'm not sure why I was reminded of my dream again. I turned away from him, my gaze averted. I shouldn't have thought about it. That is entirely wrong."What are you thinking?" I can hear a playful tone in his voice. I just looked at him and shook my head. He didn't say anything, but he let go of my elbow. While he was staring at me, I resumed my painting. As a result, I shivered while painting. Of course, who wouldn't be nervous if he's looking at me?When his phone rang, I noticed him frown before picking up the phone.He left a few moments

I tried to avoid him when he approached me. But I couldn't move because the couch we were sitting on was so small. He leaned in close to me. The way he looked at me was strange once more. I was struck by nervousness yet again."You need to talk, mi amore. I'm sure you can; I've already heard you. Why hesitant now?" I shook my head again at him. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't do it. His fingers touched against my cheeks. For a brief moment, he stroked it.I noticed his gaze fixed on my lips. He caressed my lower lip in an unsettling manner with his thumb. It bothers me so much that I can't relax. He looked up at me once more, his finger still caressing my lip. I gasped for air as I watched what he was doing.What exactly is he doing to me?"...Sera..." His brow furrowed slightly as he looked at me. His finger kept caressing my lips. I am well aware of this. I'm not that stupid to be ignorant of