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

Justin watched her drink her brandy carefully. Her eyes closed as though she seemed to be resting and this was the only chance to got. Justin didn't know what to say or how to question why she was here.

She and Justin didn't have a strong relationship, they respected each other and balanced each other if it was truly required. With her having been in the line longer, she never found any reason to get to know the people there and when Mico was killed, she didn't see the purpose of even staying.

Yet now she figured it was best for her to try and mend things, knowing that Mico would not be happy with everything that was going on. The line was divided and not even for a good reason. It bothered her that the people she cared about were losing touch with what was truly important.

Chapter Hundred & Thirty-Six: Past: Whose the father