Loving him.
Loving him, giving my heart life.
And lightly melting one cube of ice his magical eyes of a clear blue.
They seem to have flooded my blood whit venon.
A bitter sweet venon,
So much like his perfume.
His steps went toward me agile
And as is from the eyes, he invited me into his arms.
I watched him lost, in a thousand thought
And his name, sounding loudly among the lines.
The child that once offered me power,
Is has now, become one of my flaws.
Faar as long forgotten to be,
And his love, should he be offered to me?
Loving him, I learned to smile,
To cry, to laugh, and most importantly... To love!
Author AndradaRzm has given me the right to translate this story written by her in English. The original, in Romanian, you find it on his profile. I hope you like it and do not forget the vote here and the real book. ☺
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Written by AndradaRzm
Translated by: Annyah_Hekate
'No, he didn't'. I was so shocked by the turn of events. Everything was going fine and then suddenly boom, everything turned upside down.
I just couldn't believe this. What did he think of himself?
'Leave me alone.' I said firmly but his hold on me was so strong. I was struggling to get out of his bear hold but to no avail.
'Oh!! So, the poor lady thinks that I will leave her alone and just let her go free?' He had that evil laugh and boy, his breath stank.
'Man, you just signed your death warrant and I will do one favour on you.' No one messes with me.
'Ooooh, I am so scared that I almost peed my pants.' Again that idiotic laugh.
I counted till 5 and then kicked right in his balls. I turned around and grabbed his hair from roots, jerked them so badly and then gave my hard elbow shot on his chin. Everything happened so fast for one moment he was standing and the other lying on floor wiggling. I charged at him with my cheetah speed, picked up a wooden rod and started hitting him wildly, 'You idiotic stinky breath was trying to steal my backpack. You are so dead.'
'Favour, favour, favour.' He was screaming in pain just after few seconds and was panting hard.
I picked my paste from my bag and threw at him, 'Brush your teeth.' I was fuming.
I turned around and saw him standing wide-eyed, 'Hi, I am Scarlett.' I smiled showing my 32 teeth.
'I am scared.' His look puzzled me.
Starting date- November 5, 2019
Completed on - May 23, 2020
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