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Revulsion: The Veil of Vengeance will be other half part of book or maybe second part. It will be a different book. Follow me on ig and don't forget to vote.
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In a dark corner of the playground, a girl whispered, "You have two types of eyes you're like the devil."
"No, don't say that! His eyes are magical," five-year-old Azra protested, her voice trembling.
The boy, looking about twelve, had one black eye and one blue. His dangerous gaze was fixed on the other kids who mocked him, his anger palpable.
"No, he's a devil," a boy of the same age declared.
Before Azra could respond, the boy with the dual-colored eyes grabbed a pencil and jabbed it into his hand. As he cried out, the tormentor smirked with cruel satisfaction, relishing the boy's pain.
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Alihan gently placed Azra on the bed, his movements careful despite his slight grogginess. He slowly climbed onto the bed, laying down beside her. Azra, still confused and flustered, tried to sit up, but Alihan's firm hand stopped her.
"Please, just don't leave me tonight," Alihan said, his voice tinged with unexpected vulnerability and pain.
"Alihan, but..." Azra began, her heart aching at the raw emotion in his voice.
"Just for tonight. I'm .... I'm missing mom," Alihan whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her, and she could feel the tension and sorrow radiating from his body.
Azra's heart softened as she felt his pain. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly relaxed into his embrace. The warmth of his body against hers was both comforting and electrifying. Alihan's breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Alihan..." Azra whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Shh," Alihan murmured, nuzzling his face into her hair. "Just stay with me... I don't trust myself to let you go."
Azra could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back, and despite her initial reluctance, she felt a strange sense of safety in his arms. Alihan's grip tightened slightly, as if he was afraid she might disappear.
Their bodies pressed together, Alihan's warmth seeping into her, easing her tension. His hands caressed her back gently, each touch sending waves of heat through her.
