All Chapters of Perfect Type of Wrong: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"UGH!" Kimberly’s body hit the wall hard. She tried to gasp for precious breathe but the distance between her and Jace's was more than enough to halt her air.Nakatukod ang dalawang braso nito sa magkabilang gilid ng kanyang ulo habang nanlilisik ang mga matang nakatitig sa kanya. He was effectively caging her, making her feel trapped while standing inside the farthest room he dragged her in.Kumikirot pa rin ang puso niya sa nakikitang sakit sa mga mata nito, pero mas nangingibabaw ngayon ang takot dahil sa paraan ng pagtitiim ng mga bagang ng kaharap. She could smell the liquor on his breathe and she hates how it made her own mouth bitter.It was the storm. The man she was with that moment wasn't Jace her lover... it was his monster."J-Jace... Let me talk, please. About Cassidy--""Tangina ka," he gritted low on her ear.Napabuka ang kanyang bibig nang biglang umigkas ang kamao ng kaharap at malakas na sumuntok sa pader na malapit sa kanyang mukha. Hindi pa siya nakakahuma sa gulat

KIMBERLY wasn't sure how she ended up wrapped in a blanket above that soft mattress. Nang imulat niya ang kanyang mga mata ay bigla siyang napakurap. Maliwanag na.Her back sprung up from her bed in haste. Kung hindi pa dumausdos ang makapal na comforter sa kanyang dibdib at tinamaan ng hangin ang napakasensitibong tuktok no’n ay hindi niya pa maalala ang mga nangyari.'I-It wasn’t a dream...’ Her eyes widened. ‘Jace made love to me.’Agad na winaglit niya ang init na nagbabanta na namang bumulwak mula sa kanyang puson nang pilitin niyang umusod papunta sa gilid ng kama. Her skin felt so alive as she moved gently on the sheets. She was about to step down from the bed when her face distorted soon as put her legs down. May umakyat na hapdi mula sa kanyang sentro at nanginig ang kanyang mga hita.‘Oh God! Ang hapdi ng --’"Hey."Agad na napalingon siya sa pintuan ng kwarto. Her exposed back was facing the door as her feet dangles on the farther side of the bed. She was naked down to her

‘PUTANGINA.’Jace felt the battle worsen amid the alcohol inside his head.He was mad. He was barely holding on. He was drunk but he knew exactly what he was doing. He was faking normal and trying his best not to lash out. God knew that he was trying... really hard.Sobrang init ng ulo niya nang marinig ang pangalan ng kapatid mula sa labi ni Kim. Worse? Halos magkapatong na sila pero ni hindi man lang nito binanggit kay Chesterna naroon din siya. Ang sakit sa puso noon.For a moment, he wanted to slam her to bed and shove his dick into her pretty little mouth to kept her from talking more. Bawat salita nalang kasi na lumalabas sa mga labing ‘yon, nakakasakit. The funny thing though was that he wasn't even able to blurt out a single word about it. Rather, he found himself drinking silently while pacifying himself. Parang maliit na batang pilit pinapatahan ang sarili sa isang sulok kasi wala naman siyang aasahan na gagawa noon.Grudges. He was pent up for years. He was dying inside fig

Bacolod sunsets are beautiful... Pero hindi kung may sakit ka ng katulad kay Pete.Umangat ang kanyang kamay para i-adjust ang suot na de-kulay na salamin. Papadilim palang . Masarap sana sa pakiramdam ang malamig na ihip ng hangin pero hindi kaya ng kanyang mga mata ang sobrang liwanag.The lights were too harsh and every step he was taking on that road was a matter of tolerance. Ito ang rason kugn bakit laging madalim sa bahay niya at laging gabi ang pinipili niyang oras ng trabaho. He hated the light because it was making him dizzy. Nasusuka siya pero pinipilit niyang pigilin. His house in Sta Clarita was specifically designed for his need.He was born photophobic. His eyes were strikingly beautiful and light, dahil kinulang sa pigments ‘yon. It was a health condition that he had been bearing with his whole life.Inayos niya ang suot na shawl para takpan ang mukha bago pinagpatuloy ang paglakad sa siksikang kalsadang ‘yon. Hilong-hilo na siya sa dami ng taong bumabangga sa kanya.

Hindi masigurado ni Kimberly kung ano ang mas malakas. Ang pagkabog ba ng kanyang puso? O ang kanyang naririnig o ang makinang katabi. It had been a while. Hours and hours of searching. Days and nights of visiting different hospitals and morgues in hopes of finding the man she needs to rescue. And yet, here comes the moment, and there she was... standing stiff beside the hospital bed where Chester was laying weak, pale, and half dead. ‘Jusko... Chester--’ "Umh...nurse?" Dagling naagaw ang kanyang atensyon mula sa panakanakang pagpitik ng linyang nasa monitor. She felt her face froze under the surgical mask when her eyes met a pair of confused hazel eyes looking back at her. Pinigil niya ang pamumuo ng napakaraming tanong sa loob ng kanyang isipan at pilit pinakaswal ang pagkukunwari bilang isang nurse. "Yes ma'am?" "Kanina pa po kayo nakatayo d'yan. Hindi pa po ba kayo tapos obserbahan ang pasyente?" The young woman sitting on the lone chair inside that room gave her a once over