HEAVEN YOU ARE MINE
  • Reads 48
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 13
  • Time 36m
  • Reads 48
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 13
  • Time 36m
Ongoing, First published Jul 28, 2019
Mature
'what are you doing why did you punch him ' Heaven said with wide eyes as he ask the person in front of him he was angry but a cute type of angry because he is so pure and innocent like a little child and his anger also like a little child so can you blame him being cute angry like a little kitten 

' he touched you ' said a very angry and possessive demon a.k.a chess Kingston 

' so ' how come that was a problem and you said am not you friend so why are you here and getting angry at me am not your friend anymore you said that am .... am cheep and lowlife and crybaby and hopeless and more you said than so why are you punching people when they try to touch me am nobody to you so WHY 

' AM so sorry munchkin ' chess said I was blind by my anger and others problems that I didn't realise that I was hurting you by my words 'am really very sorry love' I promise I would not do anything like that again he touched his forehead with heaven when at same time he keep his hands on his waist keeping him closer to  from him and making him HIS AND ONLY HIS
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