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Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling.

Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone.

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Sunshine Meets Grumpy

He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions.

Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable.

One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

The Hitman’s Sunshine

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: JULY ~ NOAH CYRUS]

Maya hugged Lily tightly when she saw her in school. "I'm sorry, Lily. I should have insisted you go to the hospital. How do you feel now?" She asked.

Lily smiled, "Much better. You don't have to be sorry; you did nothing." She turned to look at Victor, who had a sad look on his face. "What is it, Victor?"

"He cried yesterday waiting for you to wake up," Maya pointed at the boy, "For a boy, he is so weak-hearted." She tutted.

Victor glared at Maya, "You should have put your head so it doesn't hit Lily's own, since yours is made of steel." The boy muttered.

Maya scoffed, "Lily, did you hear that? I just should kill him one of these days and claim it was a domestic accident," she pointed at the boy. Victor stuck his tongue out, mocking her.

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