Sasunaru Dj Novels & Stories

But after a while, there was a scream from the door. "Marko Jose Peralta!" I was upset about it. I drove my eyes towards the door. When I came to the door, I opened it right up. Immediately exposed before me was the man who had the nerve to stir up my morning. Like before, he always wears his sunglasses. He also wearing dark jeans, which he matched to his white buttoned shirt. Gross. I couldn’t stop rolling my eyes. "Stop calling my full name, Cyril Lucio Peralta. I could kick you in the ass," I said, but he just walked in front of me.