SEVMİYOR? SEVİYOR?

SEVMİYOR? SEVİYOR?

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Elimdeki papatyanın yapraklarını kopararak sevmiyor seviyor yapıyordum. ''Sevmiyor,seviyor,sevmiyor,sevi-'' ''Hazal?'' ''Hı?'' ''Neden sevmiyor seviyor diyorsun,tam tersi olması gerekmiyor mu?'' ''Evet ama bizim hikayemiz sevmiyor seviyor şeklinde olmamış mıydı?'' ''Doğru,öyle olmuştu.''dedi Emre ve yanağıma sulu bir öpücük kondurdu. Sinirle kaşlarımı çatım yanağımda ki salyaları omzuma sildim ve ; ''Ya Emre ne yapıyorsun,ağzında ki bütün salyaları yanağıma vakumladın.''dedim. Bunun üzerine aşık olduğum o gülüşlerinden bir tanesini bana yolladı ve dudağıma küçük bir buse kondurdu.Yüzüm de kocaman bir gülümseme oluştu...
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My name is Kokichi. Kokichi Ouma. Student from the Mizanaki High School. I'm 16 but I'm by far the shortest boy in my class. And the weakest too. I guess that explains why I'm always their favorite victim... Kaito Momota and Gonta Gokuhara... I hate them. Every day, they ask me to bring them money. Every day, they ask for even more. Every day, they destroy my bag and hurt me if I dare not have what they asked. They've been racketeering me for so much time I don't even have any of my pocket money left to give them. I have to steal from my parents and to lie to them in order to get what they want and not to get any more bruises than I already have. At home, it's hard to hide my bruises and my injuries, especially to my mom. But I somehow manage with my purple locks. As for healing my injuries, I know how to deal with it. I may have become as good in this than Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse. Then I rewrite my homeworks if they have been destroyed once again by Momota. ... I wish I had a guardian angel... Someone who would protect me from Momota... who would protect me behind the scenes... When I said that prayer out loud, I had no idea... that someone heard me. And that that someone would make my wish come true the worst way possible... Changing my life into a living hell... A nightmare even worse... At that moment, I asked for a guardian angel... But what I received was none other than a demon... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning !! This story contains dark themes such as harassing, stalking, kidnapping, paranoïd (a bunch of nice things in other words XD).

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