She stood nervously opposite this grey eyes delinquent. No matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he’s always coming back to her.
Her breath hitch the more he leans closer to her. He smells so good, so she thought. Her back lean against his desk as her eyes lock with his. He was something words can’t describe.
“Why are you scared of me, Ariel ?”
“I’m not..” she stuttered. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight.
“What if I kiss you right now ?” He asked and that seems to make her heartbeat skip.
They were inch apart and all she could feel is his hot breath against her neck.
“I’m not feeling very well…” he told her trailing his fingers on the naive brunette.
“Why are you telling me this ?”
“I want you to be my nurse. Kiss me till I feel better. Or maybe…” He whispered leaning closer to her so she could feel him.
“Babysit me tonight..”
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She is the good girl.
She is no different from a boring introvert.
She likes to read and stay indoors.
One dream she’d always loved was going to nun school.
Being a sister and serving in a convent.
She was about taking her vows in church, but all her dreams went down the drain when her male best friend stole everything away from her. Tearing away her holy garment as he stole her innocence. She hated herself, she hated her life and she despised her family. They despised her more for making them lose their positions in the church. And that seems to break her down. She hated her world and maybe men.
Just when she was picking up her broken life, Gray Carter walks into her life. But what happens when his world is filled with mysteries and secrets?

Falling for a Mafia

I take several deep breaths and pick up the scissors. My hand trembles and my feet are already wobbly. I can do this. Breathe Ariel. I raise my head to look at his eyes. He smiles at me and motion for me to go on. I pierce the scissors inside his skin and he didn’t even wince. After several battling, I remove the bullet.


Damn , I’ve never seen a bullet before. This one is tiny and weird. I drop the bullet on the counter and clean his wound with alcohol. He watch every single move of mine and I’m uncomfortable. I treat the wound and stitch it and bandage his arm. I put the instruments back inside the first aid kit and wash my hands. I’m still angry at him. I don’t even know when this will ever stop. Each time we step out , we’re always supposed to be vigilant because of some psychotic as***oles who won’t leave me alone. Or probably us alone.


Chapter 94 II