PetiteSnowdrop

Eirlys Williams is the child of misfortune. That’s what people always labeled her. 

Her abusive father killed her mother due to her infidelity with another man, creating a permanent scar in her heart. People come and go in her life, but she remains in the same place, with her indelible trauma.

"You deserve to be beaten! Who made you a child born from a murderer and a sl*t?!"

"Your existence itself is a sin!"

"Do us a favor and go die!"

She shuts her heart to deflect the pain, hurt, and sadness that constantly following her. However, to shut one's pain, means one also shut their happiness. Constant abuse throughout the years has made the girl's heart grow cold and numb. 

However, her brief encounters with the Gardners sparks a new page in her life. 

"That's very kind of you. But then, I will be worried if you go home alone."

"Don't be so reckless next time! You are a girl!"

"Big sister, please become my wife in the future!"

She could slowly feel all of her emotions coming back to her heart. The pain, joy, sadness, hope, anger, awe, and even love. This time, she vows to protect her heart with all her might. 

However, the Gardners have secrets they don't want other people to know. A secret that could put Eirlys in danger. Can Eirlys overcome the hardship that comes from regaining her emotions back?

This is a story of an adolescent girl, trying to find a place where she belongs.

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- The pic isn't mine. Credits are belong to the original artist.
- English isn't my first language, so there might be lots of grammar mistakes. I apologize in advance for that!

Happy reading!

Until Fate Break Us Apart

I rushed toward the man and caught his arm in time before he could do anything with it. "Can't you see you scared her to death? Put down your hand and let's talk about this peacefully."

If looks can kill, then I must have been dead a hundred times over by now. His gaze was so fierce and full of murderous intent. His thick eyebrows frowned indignantly as he stared at me like he just found his lifelong enemy.

I could faintly see my surprise reflected in his dark brown eyes. His frown got deeper as he noticed me grabbing his arm. Then he forcefully shook off my arm. He used so much strength it got me stumbled to the side.

"Piss off," he hissed in a low voice.

But how could I back down that easily after I dug my own grave by offering my neck to a raging lion?

Using my momentary surge of courage, I stood up against him.

Chapter 64 : Aslan Gardner