PUBLISHED UNDER LIB Note: If you're not into flawed characters who make wrong decisions, don't read this. Save yourself from stress. Started: 10/07/2020 Ended: 11/18/2020 Elora Chin Valencia grew up in a toxic Christian family where she was viewed as the black sheep. Araw-araw ay ipinaparamdam sa kanya ng mundo na wala siyang lugar sa sarili niyang tahanan. She was a consistent dean's lister and an obedient daughter, which left her wondering what she had done so wrong to be disregarded as a speck of dust in the wind. They made her feel like she was just dirt, filling up the empty space. The one who would never have her own safe place. Feeling all of this contributed to her endless suicidal ideations. Baka nga tama sila. Baka nga wala siyang halaga at kailanman ay hindi na sasaya. She almost believed that. She almost held onto that notion. Not until she met the man in his BS Civil Engineering uniform and gorgeous grin, Troy Jefferson Dela Paz. He kissed her forehead, and her loud thoughts were silenced. Her demons calmed down. Her foes were defeated. For the first time in her life, she had proven her family wrong---a happy Elora Chin was possible. She was loved and well-taken care of. Troy embraced her sharp parts, not minding the wounds he might get. But fate had a lot of cruel things in store for her. Because when she thought she had reached the peak of happiness, she found myself drowning alone in the ocean she now called home, alone in her shame, alone with the waves she couldn't tame.

Shielder The two-faced man. SPG | R-18

He doesn't have any inkling of how long he'd been chained and held captive in this dark cell. The unending screams of pain and torture... the stench of this place... these are the only reminder he has to let him know what dire situation he's in. It was his last mission- to penetrate a lair of businessmen who are responsible for trafficking children into slavery. "Should we just kill the bastard? No one wants to buy him because of his violent tendencies! It's bad for business." They are going to kill him. Fuck... he took this mission to be free. But it seems like this will only lead him to his death. He felt the cold metal of a gun against his head. He clenched his jaw when he heard the warden cocked it. Fuck... is this the end? Just as when he thought he was about to meet his maker, a soft angelic voice interrupted his thoughts. "Him." His eyes snapped open. He looked ahead and there, just outside his cell, stood a woman who looked so out of place in this shit hole. She was wearing a pristine white dress. Her rich platinum blonde hair flowing down the small of her back. She looked like a goddess who paid hell a visit. "This one's out of your control, signorina." All his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when the woman gazed at the warden. Her angelic aura suddenly vanished in a snap. In its place was a cold... calculating... and deadly aura. "I. Want. Him." She said, enunciating every word with warning. "I-I'll take care of the papers." He frowned about the way the warden behaved. It was like he's... fucking afraid. "I like the color of your eyes. Deep blue and dark like an ocean during a thunderstorm." He scowled, "Is that why you decided to buy me? Because you like my eyes?" She tilted her head to the side and regarded him with a look he couldn't fathom. For the first time he felt restless. Never had he encountered a person he couldn't read. She smirked "Who knows? I might also like the way you moan under me."