She carries my soul in her clumsy hands unaware of the depth of my craving heart.
He dirtied his hands just to make sure she slept with food in her stomach,
He sacrificed his sleep just to make sure she slept soundly,
He withstanded the freezing nights of dark thunderous city of New York with nothing except a torn shirt to cover up but made sure she had a thick layer to keep herself warm.
She Became His Reason To Live.
His Everything
This cruel world turned an innocent child into a cold stone brutal ruthless man whose eye's held importance to only one soul His Schätzchen
He stopped himself from taking his pathetic life just because of his brown eyed pure angel.
He lived to protect her from this cruel selfish pathetic world who only knows to claw at your wounds.
He became what he is just to protect her.
His only mistake was to let her go.
His one and only sanity.
His clumsy Polpetto.
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He is my one and only family.
From the day I remember he was the only one in whose solace I found comfort, warmth.
He got bruises at the young age of 9 but no one saw that they only saw him as the murderer of his parents, I was the one who saw his red bloodshot eyes.
They killed a 9 year old child with their harshness. Although my naive 4 year self couldn't guess much and understand at that time but I knew they meant no good to My Thor.
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"Take your FUCKING clothes off."
I gasped and spun around from the door. Hundreds of years could pass without me hearing that voice and I would still know exactly who it BELONGED to.
Valle pushed off the wall, emerging from the shadows in the corner of my room. "You know I don't like to repeat myself. But for you, I'll do it just this once, Schätzchen." He stopped in front of me and peered down, his dark green eyes burning with both anger and lust. "Take your FUCKING clothes off."
"What? Why?"
"Because you and I seem to communicate better when I'm INSIDE you, and there is a lot I've got to say and I don't have much time. So instead of this question and answer bullshit that will get us a fuck of a lot of nowhere, we're going to do this in a way I know works."
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The day the caretaker of the orphanage molested me and he came to knew about that his 12 yr old self stole some money and escaped from there because the shitty government and and the authorities were all fucked-up. No one cared or gave a damn. Even if he did complained no one would have taken any action taking the reputation of his in mind as a killer.
This society and the people living here ruling are all fucking bitch.
This life isn't all bed of roses and lillies
But he made sure if not of rose or lillies then also not of cactus.
He was my Provider, Protector
My Home.
Living on the streets with him struggling to find even a single morsel for me in dustbin in front of a bustling restaurant with nothing except a torn baggy dirty shirt in freezing winter nights of new york.
I have seen the days.
I have seen his heartbreaking attempts at hiding his painful distressed tears from me at the thought of me sleeping empty stomach even when I would say I'm not hungry.
I've seen the great Mr Valle D'Aosta the most powerful mafia boss at his most vulnerable moments.
People say he is heartless, not knowing they are the ones who are the reason behind this.
I have seen his brutality, I've witnessed his dark soulless eyes thirsty for blood.
He's turned into a total different person, a psychopath craving for blood. Killing dozens even innocents.
But I can never hate him, Never.
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An upcoming story of two innocent hearts of slum letting the life mold one into an innocent little
clumsy angel
Zevariah russo
Whereas the other as the one and only Lucifer,
With just the name the world shivers like a leaf
His heart only beats for his little vixen.
Transforming him into a
Sadistic
Overly psychotic
Overly possessive
Ruthless Mafia king
Mr Valle D'Aosta
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His Clumsy Polpetto
RomanceShe carries my soul in her clumsy hands unaware of the depth of my craving heart. He dirtied his hands just to make sure she slept with food in her stomach, He sacrificed his sleep just to make sure she slept soundly, He withstanded the cold freezin...
