write it on blood (Jisol)                                    (Discontinued)

write it on blood (Jisol) (Discontinued)

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"why are you standing there in the dark" he let out with confusion but when the said person turned towards him the realization down upon him, it was him, it had always been him, with the new realization came a dreading feeling, he staggered a bit. "yo-you, it always has been you" he stammered, he can feel a droplet of tears running down his cheek he doesn't know if it is because of pain, betrayal, or fear. "why, why did you do it?" the person standing in front of him isn't the person he used to know. --- covered in blood, he wickedly smiled at the quivering figure in front of him. "They need punishment and bloodshed was the only choice left for me" he smiled childishly contrary to what he is saying.
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

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