Pieces Of Her นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Naramdaman rin niya na meron na pala siyang benda sa ulo, pero tiningnan niya ‘yung damit niya na hindi pa napapalitan, duguan parin. A floral-patterned lettuce-trimmed PJ set on a nearby chair caught her gaze. Kahit nahihilo ay nilapitan niya parin ito. She need to change since her clothes are sticky from tears, sweat, and blood that she caused herself. Hinanap ng mga mata niya ang bathroom, When she saw it, she began to cursed herself inside. “Why is it seemingly so far away from me? I am still feeling dizzy. Aissh, ang arte ko talaga,” she grunts.

sabay hila ko sa isang pink two piece na stretchable. Iniistretch ko pa iyon bago ko ihinarap sa kanya. Nakasunod lamang siya sa akin habang dala-dala ang mga pinamili ko. "Keep that Fucking thing away from me Ria!!" nakakunot ang noo niya habang nandidiring tinitingnan ang hawak ko.

He wasn't there, for sure. Napilitan siyang bumangon at bahagya pang naka-pikit na tumayo. Hinila niya ang makapal na kumot at initakip sa sarili bago humakbang patungo sa pinto. "What is happening..." she murmured, moaning in irritation. She couldn't properly walk, her knees were shaking. Pagod na pagod at nananakit ang ilang parte ng kaniyang katawan; especially her lower body.

She pulled it from the top of the drawer and tried batting it around as if she's actually swaying a sword. Also, for Lice, the two shotguns symmetrically displayed on the wall caught in her eyes. Loaded and working so good as she tested. This suits her with the role of a marksman. Lastly, as substitute for her dual blades, Oharra honed the two kitchen knives that she got from the kitchen. That took only four minutes before they could finish preparing.

She's a used and damage goods. She gripped the envelope tighter in her hand. Try as she might, a lone tear escaped her eyes. Hinayaan niya lang ang sarili na lunurin sa lungkot. This is what she is, she had to accept the fact that she’s just a tool used by men for their pleasure. She’s nothing but that, a cunt to fucked and discarded.

Mukhang kagigising nya lang pero tila may kakaiba sa itsura nya ngayon. Well, the only thing that hasn't changed is her beauty. “Morning…” naglakbay ang inosente niya’ng mata sa katawan ko bago lumihis ng tingin. I looked at my clothes. I’m just wearing a fitted sleeveless shirt and a simple shorts. Is she uncomfortable with these? Kumuha ako ng tubig at habang umiinom ay hindi ko mapigilang mapasulyap sa likuran niya. She suddenly fixed her hair and hang it to her right shoulder.

Pagkatapos ay umiwas na siya. "Her hair was tied in a bun. Nakasuot ng reading glasses. Matangkad. Balingkinitan ang katawan. Maganda ang tindig. She was beautiful. And so engrossed with what she was doing. Ni hindi man lang siya aware na may nakatitig sa kanya. Na may mga matang sumusunod sa bawat galaw niya..." Parang dinadala ng hangin ang mga salitang iyon ni Seven sa kanyang tainga.

Pero para sa akin, sapat para matakpan ang itinatago kong peklat. Kahit madilim, kita ko si King na kagat nito ang labi habang hinuhubaran ako nang mabilis. Napangiwi ako nang makita kung saan-saan na lang tinapon. Nagkanda hiwa-hiwalay pa ang scarf, damit at bra ko. Maging ang panty at underwear ko ay naghiwalay din nang landas.

She's only wearing a goddamn two-piece under the warmish sun. Holy fuck!

Pero gusto kong makita kung maayos ba ang renovation, iyon lang naman Ngunit paglabas ng live footage si Shaira agad ang hinanap ng mata ko. Naroon siya ngunit natigilan ako dahil naka-maikling short lang siya at sleeveless na kita ang cleavage. Nakatali paitaas ang buhok may hawak na metro habang nakikipag-usap sa interior designer. Napakuyom ako ng kamao. Minsan ay yumuyuko siya upang pulutin ang mga kahon at minsan naman ay siya mismo ang naglilinis ng isang mesa.