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Last published Fri, May 1, 2015
Brat sľúbil, že po mňa príde. Brat sa na mňa vysral. Fajn. Tak nech si trhne, spolu so zvyškom sveta. Opäť sa potvrdilo, že ja som jediná, na ktorú sa môžem spoľahnúť.
Rázne a sebavedomo vykročím do ulíc veľkého mesta, síce ponoreného do noci, no stále ihrajúceho farbami svetiel. Neviem kam idem. Viem iba, že sa postupne vzďaľujem od svojej minulosti a všetkého s ňou spojeným. Neotočím sa. Ani jediný raz.
"The only one who's gonna save me, is me."
"In dance, you can't be good or bad. You can just live for dance or dance for life."
P.S. Nebudem sa ani trochu hnevať, ak sa nájde dobrá duša, ktorá mi na obálku (čo je vlastne iba trápny jednoduchý obrázok) pričaruje aj slušne vyzerajúci, hodiaci sa názov c:
(omg, nemám ani šajn do akej kategórie tento príbeh zaradiť)
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"Who told you to lay on my bed little girl?" I heard a deep comanding voice said from the door. "Well you were not here and it's not customary to keep your guests waiting so I decided to make myself comfortable" I responded with a smirk. "So you think this is funny or acceptable?" He said with his voice clearly annoyed and irritated. "Are you irritated your highness?" "I see you are mocking me again" "Non-sense, I am just addressing you with respect in regards to your position in this household" "What are you playing at little girl?" "I take offence to being called little girl, your grace" "Are you not a little girl?" "The same little girl you had dressed in this lingerie to look sexy for you so you can get a hard on and push your cock inside of?" "Fair point" He said as he threw his head back laughing. I didn't see what was funny so I couldn't join in with him. "Are you a virgin ummm......what's your name again?? Vogue?" He said with a smirk. It was his turn to be saucy. So he think he is cute eh? Well let's see about that. "Your close, it's Voshé" I said with a smile. _ _ A very angry and mostly evil italian who was paid to get rid of a family, and sucessfully did so, inherited alot of riches and began to involve himself with his father's dark mafia business. His name was Lorenzio Francesco Rossio. Everyone saw him as a heartless greek god who seems to be immortal. There must be something that even the devil is afraid of........ - - Voshéllisa is a suicidal girl whose family was killed by the instruction of the former papa Lorenzio Snr. She was raised in a training home. The girl had a darkness looming over her from the moment she felt as though she lost everything, but what happens when you put two darkness together?? Isnt two negatives suppose to make a positive?? But can these negatives really make a positive?? ........Complete
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"Who told you to lay on my bed little girl?" I heard a deep comanding voice said from the door. "Well you were not here and it's not customary to keep your guests waiting so I decided to make myself comfortable" I responded with a smirk. "So you think this is funny or acceptable?" He said with his voice clearly annoyed and irritated. "Are you irritated your highness?" "I see you are mocking me again" "Non-sense, I am just addressing you with respect in regards to your position in this household" "What are you playing at little girl?" "I take offence to being called little girl, your grace" "Are you not a little girl?" "The same little girl you had dressed in this lingerie to look sexy for you so you can get a hard on and push your cock inside of?" "Fair point" He said as he threw his head back laughing. I didn't see what was funny so I couldn't join in with him. "Are you a virgin ummm......what's your name again?? Vogue?" He said with a smirk. It was his turn to be saucy. So he think he is cute eh? Well let's see about that. "Your close, it's Voshé" I said with a smile. _ _ A very angry and mostly evil italian who was paid to get rid of a family, and sucessfully did so, inherited alot of riches and began to involve himself with his father's dark mafia business. His name was Lorenzio Francesco Rossio. Everyone saw him as a heartless greek god who seems to be immortal. There must be something that even the devil is afraid of........ - - Voshéllisa is a suicidal girl whose family was killed by the instruction of the former papa Lorenzio Snr. She was raised in a training home. The girl had a darkness looming over her from the moment she felt as though she lost everything, but what happens when you put two darkness together?? Isnt two negatives suppose to make a positive?? But can these negatives really make a positive?? ........
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