ELLOY
- LECTURES 95
- Votes 6
- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture9m
Dernière publication jeu., mai 23, 2024
I was just a girl without any thought, any feeling, any desires I was the girl who was rejected by others a girl that was beaten to death a girl in her own foggy world. I wanted an escape...
but until he appeared.... His green eyes preyed on me and I became addicted to him.
He was not just a person he was my world... then..... he was the one that shook my world.
I never thought those green eyes would haunt me forever. he is someone I can't forget...and his name was ¨Elloy¨
𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒, 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖘 𝖊𝖙𝖈
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