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But Dmitri, always so persistent, smirked. Smooth with his words “And you're the only person I want to do it with.” The Pinoy was baffled, looking up at Dmitri and to his offered hand. His chest was warm, so unbelievably warm in each thump of his heart, thunderous and so loud. His stomach twisting pleasantly by such thoughts of dancing with Dmitri of all people.
          
          
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          Just a snippet for the next chapter ;)

✨⛄Ho, ho, ho! MERRY CHRISTMAS ⛄✨

Hey :) might be cooking up a new chapter for marked, and also- long time no see :D

PLEASE JUST PLEASE update "Marked" I'm so invested 

Pls update marked huhu 

Hope u guys like the new cover! sorry if i havent been active nor updating yet bc school is taking up too much of my time- but i am still updating this book!

I have a question have u discontinued your book "marked" ?

"Balikan ang kwento ng panahong walang palag
          Marami ang bulag, natunaw ang habag sa taong lumabag.
          
          Di Ka niyan, pagbibigyan 
          Huhulihin Ka agad, wala ka ng palag. Deretso ka doon, abo sa garapon.
          
          Umiikot lang ang panahon ang bagong dekada sitenta.
          
          
          UMIIKOT LANG ANG PANAHON ANG BAGONG DEKADA SITENTA."
          
          -dekada '70 (Demo) by Zild.
          
          
          
          As I mourn my country, I mourn my future.
          With a pink flower on my hand, my hope falter
          Singing softly in grief, trembling through the red and green colour.
          Remorse for the vulnerable, and anger to the powerful.
          
          History became repetitive, education became ignorance.
          The country I love has fallen to another false victory.
          As I hold my pink flower, I still sang for this country.
          
          Heartbroken, but hopeful.
          Scared but hardened.
          
          I will fight for you. My generation will still sing for you.
          Till our path is nothing but flowers. 
          
          Never again we will close our eyes, but open them so we can see the light.
          

(Ayoo, sneak-peak for the next chapter of 'Marked' my writing style slightly improved so I hope it's noticeable.) 
          
          “We should go to the clinic and ask Dr.Switzerland for medicine.”
          
          But despite the years of self-reflection and isolation just to think for himself, the old part of him is still inside in a very small ball kept within the Filipino, where he cannot reach for all his might. His mouth thinned slightly, a troubled smile when they started walking.
          
          “Didn’t you tell me I’m a stand-up model student?”
          
          “And didn’t you tell me you'd rather be a nude model than that?”
          
          Philip can only laugh weakly at that “Touchie.” Walking silently, his heart pounded where he could faintly hear it outside his chest. He glanced at his hand that held America tightly, it was warm, something cozy he wished to stay forevermore. He stopped himself for a moment, and mentally took a step back when he remembered America has a girlfriend, he isn’t single and even if he was, he will never be Phil’s.