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

<p>The sound of footsteps was barely heard as she walked slowly on the sand. Heading towards the one place she knew she couldn't forget no matter how much she tried to. The loneliness had begun to creep away as she continued and when she stopped the memories were quick to warm up the spot that the loneliness had left open. Reminding her of everything she had left behind.</p>

<p>"I don't get it, dad had no culture." She said, watching how her mother ordered the man to place decorations on certain parts. "He does, he just never had a family to guide him right. They were all focused on the mafia for too long that they forgot the important things." Her mother said with a wink as she quickly turned back to the tasks.</p>

Chapter Two: Hundred & Twenty-Six: Present: In The Name Of May