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

The old man called as he walked into the apartment, it wreaked of alcohol and was an absolute mess. He wondered what was going on with the young man but at the same time, he knew what exactly it was.

Yet he never expected to see the place upside down, papers discarded at certain places and a smell that was so horrid he was afraid that he had walked into someone else place.

The sound of someone snoring was the one to get his attention. So when he turned to found the young man, laying awkwardly on the sofa with empty bottles of brandy, he finally understood where the smell came from.

He hadn't even changed from two days ago, how would he work on his final day? I don't even think he realized what day it was.

Chapter Hundred & Fifteen: Past: Moving Plans