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"Alex, it's a beautiful teddy. I want it," little Azra whispered, reaching out with wide, innocent eyes.
"No! It's mine!" Alex shoved her, and she fell, her knee scraping against the ground, blood seeping out. "Mama...Papa..." Azra cried softly, clutching her wounded leg.
The boy with mismatched eyes appeared, his presence like a cold shadow. He stared at Alex, his voice icy. "Give her the teddy."
"No! I won't!" Alex shot back, clutching the toy.
The boy silently pulled a dead bird from his pocket, its neck twisted grotesquely. He dangled it in front of Alex, his gaze emotionless, but filled with a dark intent.
Alex's face drained of color. "Mama!" he screamed, dropping the teddy and running away in terror.
Azra, now holding the teddy, looked up at the boy. He didn't smile, didn't move-just stared, his eyes drilling into her, as if memorizing her happiness for some twisted purpose.
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"She is in turkey" A man informed,
"Señorita , is this you?" He murmed in dark, Vampiric and somewhere despirate and Haunting.
Azra's picture in his hand.
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"You don't want to eat bread? I'll make you something else for breakfast," Azra said, her voice soft and caring, as Alihan walked into the kitchen.
It's the weekend, so he wasn't at the office.
"Sofie, you know how to bake now?" Lily asked, her eyes widening with surprise.
"Oh... act... actually... I..." Azra stammered.
"No, she doesn't know how to cook," Alihan said, cutting her off with a smirk.
