Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

FINDING YOU

~•° Arty-san °•~

Hey guys, I'm back and ready for some action, again sorry about unpublishing the stories I already published but they didn't make sense to me and I skipped quite a lot of very much needed detail to my story

So as a heads up: Warning ⚠ take out your popcorn and get comfy cause this is going to be a bumpy edit, unpublishing, republishing and apologies rollercoaster for both sides😗

'This is your flight attendant. We just want to say "Thank you for your future cooperation ~". And say Farewell to those who will be skydiving halfway through this journey! *BEEEP!*'

Good riddance! 😤😤😤. JK! I hope you all will be as free as birds and as rich as the richest person you know

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Third POV

Loud buzzing sounds ring with a ringing bell echoes in the dark room, grunts and groans can be heard from somewhere in the corner of the room. Soon rustling is heard from where the grunts can still be heard, and then light tapping sounds are heard on the wooden floor. A loud bang is heard before the alarm stops its buzzing and ringing sounds.

As silence settles there are tapping sounds on the floor, moving towards one side of the room and a door is open as a figure exits the room. The lights go on with a click to reveal an average sized bathroom with a shower, bathtub, toilet, sink and two cabinets: one above the sink with a mirror in front of its door and one holding them up from underneath it. The sluggish frame drags itself to the shower and turns it on while waiting for the warm water

It begins to thoroughly rub its eyes as a way of rubbing out the sleep from its eyes and hopefully the rest of its body. After failing the battle of rubbing itself awake, it undresses and then enters the shower without checking the temperature. A choked gasp can be heard as cold water floods onto the sleepy visage, waking it from its half asleep state. It stands still not daring to move as the water continues to flow down on it, soon warm water comes to the rescue of the poor creature

Once done in the bathroom, the person walks out without checking their image in the mirror. It puts on a random top with a pair of jeans and matching sneakers, while drying its hair off it enters the bathroom. As the being gazes into the glass a reflection of a light brown-skinned young 16-year-old girl, her hair was now shoulder length. She blows out a mouthful of air due to frustration

Pishka: Now what am I to do with you?

She grumbles as her hands open her top cabinet and pull out a few hairpins with a hairspray bottle before closing it. She exhales the air from her puffed cheeks and then begins combing out her hair and then spraying it before combing it again. She brushes it before tying a handful of her hair at either side of her head. Then she pins all strands in place with her hairpins and as a finishing touch she places a pin with a skull on it, where it is visible for all to see

Pishka: Done ~

She chirps happily in satisfaction with her current hairstyle. She walks out of the bathroom towards the door that leads to the hallway, grabbing her backpack that was by the door of her room, while she was leaving the room. She skips steps on her way down, once reaching the bottom of the staircase. She heads to the lounge, drops her bag on the couch and heads to the kitchen