"They say sometimes the road of life takes an unexpected turn, and you don't have no choice but to follow it and end up in place where you are supposed to be"
A mesmerizingly beautiful, altruistic, feisty, adamant, self-reliant. She is obedient daug...
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My eyes stilled far from where I was crouched down and there were so many heads moving around yet my eyes found Marcello standing there at the nook agitation roared in me I narrowed my eyes, and my grip tightened around Jasper's neck enough I could feel his fading pulse but—
My heartbeat was frenetic. I was breathing hard. The taunting grin he wore was like hot water on my skin. I looked him over but found no sign of a wound on him, yet his shirt was dried in a crimson color. It took only seconds for my agitation and fury to vanish into the air. But then the ghost of dread crept up from the pit of my stomach, clawing at my brain.
As though he could see my fear naked his face twisted from a taunting grin to a fierce, vicious one, he extended his hand to the right side direction, my lips parted yet any word or breath deserted me all that was occurring around me seemed to vanish into thin air, drafting away like ashes in the wind, dad used to teach me that the fear is my challenge and the demon only for me to slay, I had been conquering my fears for a long time now—
As everything unfolded, it seemed to happen in slow motion. Suddenly, he pulled someone's hand, and it felt as though an unknown force had rendered me immobile. The world around me vanished, leaving me feeling alone in a void. The menacing aura emanating from me held me in a tight grip, and I felt completely vulnerable the moment my eyes met Adira's. It was as if my soul had left my body,
My heart was racing and my mind clouded with a sense of helplessness, I felt a wave of dread wash over me. It was like pouring gasoline onto a spark, igniting a flame of fear deep within me. In that moment, I was transported back to that young naive Azriel,
reliving the times when I had been unable to protect or save those I loved. The feeling was overwhelming, like a cold breeze that chilled me to the bone. The nameless dread wrapped itself around me like a suffocating blanket, leaving me feeling helpless and alone once again.
Marcello held both her arms, steadying her, Her once angelic face was now a distressing sight. It was discolored with shades of purple and brown, and her soft features were distorted by the swelling on her right eye. The other eye was barely open, and her once soft lips had turned a slat white, indicating the severity of the situation that she had been through. She appeared to be swaying as if not in her senses,
Opening and closing her mouth, congealed blood over her forehead hiding her thick eyebrows splattered over most of her angelic face her shirt was torn from her stomach purple patches told of internal ruptures, likely organ damage something invisible came with force and slashed my heart as my haunted eyes saw her pants in dirt and dried blood her thighs, legs were shaking ready to give in,
A feeling of terror surged through my body, leaving me breathless, as the disturbing image imprinted itself in my mind. She squinted her eyes and as if she saw me her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths that she took in her sob that wreaked havoc in me, her face contorted a sob cleft through the gloomy air piercing through my being my misery had melted into a blunt tingle,
