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He has never seen her laugh like that before. The sound of the laughter was the last stroke that broke the camel's back. He went back in to his room with anger and wore his garment. Someone has to stop Alaric and that person was him.

Even if I did try, it would only relive the hurt and the pain that we went through together. I still hadn’t forgiven him for what happened to us. I still carried that grudge for all that was worth and I don’t know when I would ever get past it. "Cool. Is he old and decaying?" I joked. She laughed with a shake with her head."No, he's young. And hot." I cocked my eyebrows. Hot? Really now."Hotter than me?" She rolled her eyes."Gah. Boys and their hotness." "PANDORA! WHERE THE FREAKING HELL ARE YOU?!" someone screeched from the top of their lungs. God, that was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

was him pointing a gun at my forehead. I couldn't move as tears suddenly gushed out of my eyes. My heart pounced fast not for the child but something else. I stepped backward, and he threatened to shot me, it was so quick, where they waiting for us to get back. He cracked the gun and gave a wry smile, I stared at him with disbelief and hurt in my chest, that smile rekindled memories. There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but my tears covered it all. I couldn't say a word, and a loud sound was heard. The child in my hands shuddered, while I felt a sharp pain at my left shoulder. I could feel the blood dripping off from that side. I stood mute trying to struggle for air as the pain w

I took a big gulp from the glass of whiskey, but as it burned my throat, it just felt like I poured fuel on the fire that was raging inside me. I groaned in frustration and set the glass down so hard I almost shattered it. “You look pissed,” Ben remarked, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t feeling this way. Pissed? That sounded like the greatest understatement of what I was feeling. I was burning. A furnace was ignited inside me, and it was consuming me from the inside. I was on fucking fire. Pissed doesn’t even bother to cover the fact that even now, sitting in his office, a huge part of my mind was occupied with the fantasy of what Kamari’s tits—oh, those tits that looked so full even un

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

I can bear to get hurt, but can't bear to see you hurt. All Hearts !!

He didn’t deserve my compassion; I doubted he would show me any. I wanted his dreams to burn. Beads of sweat began to form all over my body as the temperature in the room increased. I watched the tram move away and all I could think about was his goals burning to ash. I could see it smoke pillowing out, machines melting, paper burning. It brought a smile to my face. I imagined the look on his face as he watched his dreams burn. I hoped it stung, I hoped he knew he didn’t deserve his happy ending. The tram halts in its tracks, unable to fight the flames any longer. Burn, Burn, Burn I chant in my head. Demanding to see it turn into nothing more but a pile of melted metal. Part of me wished he

"The only Love of My life dear Jacob..." She than paused and stared at those words for a long time, she didn't know what else to write. Her eyes started filling with tears when she remembered his last cruel words for her. "Go away...... I don't want you." She touched her belly as she leaned on the chair and closed the notebook feeling disappointed. She had thought that she would write Jacob about her feelings and child but she didn't have any courage to again face his rejection and cruel words. She simply gave up the idea as she went to sleep.

I seethed silently, my anger burning hot beneath my skin. He carried me silently, his grip firm yet gentle. I simmered with anger, while my mind raced with so many thoughts. First, I'd turned to Hero for help, a desperate act to save myself. Now, he assumed I was pregnant, even offering to buy the baby! It was a chaotic mess. The situation wasn't going smoothly, it was catching fire and burning my entire life down in the process.