Serial_seresposa

"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head.

"You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. 

Or maybe I had lost mine...

"You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile.

I knew for a fact that I would never miss.

A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. 

Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. 

Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

Her Minds Instinct

Her screamed echoed throughout the building, the pain she felt slightly shifted to me as she tightened her hold on my hand. I nearly wanted to let out my own cries as I was sure she would break my hand. she would take a few moments to stop and take a few breathes in and out before she tried again. At times she would just let out a scream out of frustration, at certain moments she would cry then curse me and my mother.

Gracias padre that woman wasn't here.

This cycle had been happening for nearly three hours and when Lora suggested to induce her or even just perform a c section. She screams, wait sorry, growled at her with a big no. she wanted to push our child out, and let's just say our girl was comfortable with staying inside.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Past: The Line's Water