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The Lost Angels
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mai 05, 2018
"What have you done to me? What have you done to everything around us!?" I say as tears pore down my cheeks. "You've made me bend my morals, go against everything I believe in. Most importantly you destroy everything you touch again and again" 

He stays silent..

"Why!? Just tell me why you keep doing this! Why are you so against being good. Keeping the peace between us and our armies"

"I told you.. from the very beginning I told you I was different from everyone.. from anyone like us. I'm complicated, dangerous, selfish, and hard to understand. But you've always known that. Don't lie to yourself Sarah.. this is what you always knew what was going to happen. I'm this way because of you. But you just can't admit it to yourself or to your people. You can't dare to risk destroying your 'perfect image." 

Felix said to me in a dark tone while he looked down at me with his light blue eyes.. I could tell he was looking for an answer from me.. but I didn't have one for him. All I know now is that I've made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. But what I'm most worried about is.. if I regret it..
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UNDER HIS CONTROL

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"It's funny how a small, foolish belief can either bloom into something that brightens your life... or destroy it entirely. That's exactly what happened to me- the boy who everyone looked at as if he were bad luck, a curse, a sin that should've never existed in this already damned world. But what happens when you start believing it yourself? When you're forced to witness the terrifying sight of a corpse in the pitch- black darkness? It didn't end there. Because of that so-called bad luck... I met you. You became my bad luck. You became my eternal curse. ⚠️Content warning: This story explores dark and sensitive themes. Please note that these elements do not reflect my personal beliefs or values, and nothing here is meant to romanticise toxic or harmful behaviour. If such topics make you uncomfortable, I sincerely recommend not reading it. And also, This is my very first book, and English is not my first language. There might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there, so if you notice anything feel free to let me know! I'd be more than happy to fix them and improve. 💕 Thank you for giving this story a chance - your support means the world to me! ✨ New chapter every Saturday🫶🏼