Juujuu_Sky

[MATURE CONTENT]

*Slow burn*


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Life has unexpected ways of turning things from 0 to 180 degrees in just a matter of seconds. 

Charlotte was mourning her husband's sudden demise with the only daughter they had, Aurora. And as if the pain of losing him wasn't enough, Derek, the boss of the dead man, came out of nowhere, to demand a mind blowing amount as a debt the man owed him. But meanwhile, he would take Aurora, their only daughter, with him, till Charlotte paid every penny. 

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Derek, a young man who had been through a painful experience, numbing his emotions in the process, found out that the man who betrayed him had a family somewhere, enjoying life. He vowed to kill them all. But ended up sparing their lives, taking Aurora, his only daughter, with him.


But wait, why has Aurora started to feel that Derek is not as scary as he looks? Why does she feel like she can bring life and light into his seemingly lonely, dark life? 

Will Derek open up to this foreign feeling that has started to trigger certain emotions in him?

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Excerpt

She was in deep thoughts when she heard shuffling sounds and her head quickly snapped to the direction of the man. He was on his feet now, his gaze not leaving them. 

Charlotte and Aurora both scampered back in fear. He stared at them for some few seconds and wordlessly turned and walked towards the door. 

Aurora's eyes widened a bit. Wait, was it...was it over? Had he agreed to her mother's pleas? Was he going to leave them alone now? 

She was about to breathe when she heard a deep, gruff voice.

"Get the girl."

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Six Ways To Sunday

Why was she suddenly feeling uneasy thinking of her daughter? Or was it because she had not seen her in a long while?

Yes! That must be it. She should go see her. God! She missed her daughter so so much.

She planned on seeing her the next day. And then she groaned. She had always been postponing her visits to her daughter.

This time, she was going to go. Nothing was going to stop her today.

She laughed at herself. Everyday was the last time she was not going to stop herself. She felt like a miserable mother.

"Hello Charlotte." A customer greeted when she walked in, and Charlotte's heart almost jumped out of her chest. A yelp left her lips as she turned to face the customer with wide eyes.

The woman yelped on reflex and slightly jumped to her side, looking behind her, her hand on her chest, as if to hold unto her erratically beating heart to prevent it from falling. When she saw nothing, she turned back to Charlotte again

44. I'll wait