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“what? She killed her own son?” Whispers like those  filled the air, everywhere she walked.
“Gosh, what a monster!” 
 All sound suddenly stopped the moment she went into the church, getting on her knees, and closing both hands that shook out of fear, starvation and a bit of something else together.
“father… please forgive me.” Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head onto the ground.
The wonderful statue that stood Almighty above her shined always.
“I beg for your forgiveness dear father.” She said again but this time in a Shaky voice, tears nearly now rolling out her eyes.
The door opened and a tall handsome man walked in.
That man was her husband, and he looked at her with disgust.
“Dakota…” she turned while still being on her knees, her hand reaching for his legs, but then, he moved back. Avoiding her completely.
“now you come here for forgiveness?” he nearly scoffed 
Her eyes widened.
Her husband too? She chuckled, tears pricking the side of her eyes.
Her beautiful blond hair had became messy, and her complexion turned pale, her finger nails looked like they needed serious manicure.
“it… it wasn’t my fault… it wasn’t.” She sobbed, but instead of him comforting her, he only turned his back.
She looked up and the door slammed hard, silence staying still with her.
“Dakota?” in a weak pleading voice, she called, and after no response, clenched her fists.
Why did she have to get punished for what wasn’t even her fault?
She sobbed once again, this time, uncontrollably.
Her eyes now swelling with tears, and her hands trying to brush them away.
It kept on coming.
“what have I done for everyone to point hatred to me? Huh?!…”veronica looked down at the knife they usually used for slicing the bread, it seemed they had forgotten it this time.
she took the knife, hesitant at first, but after getting deeper into realization that no one was coming to stop her, pressed it against her neck. 
“everyone has turned their backs on me when I needed them… so,” a smile tainted her lips. “I atone for all, my sins.”
Splash!

After Death She Got Transmigrated!!

Adria closed her eyes, getting ready for this kiss she was now being drawn to, Author saw this sign, and he knew she wasn't trying to stop him, instead, she was opening up to him.

Slowly, he leaned in, and he hoped this would escalate from more than a kiss.

His hand went behind her neck, the other on her cheek as he held her tight, his head tilting slightly, and time slowing down now.

As their lips brushed… Adria couldn't help but get consumed by him, her eyes shut even more, and her hands went to his…

Finally… she got the warmth she needed.

Author picked her up the second their lips met, his hands digging into her laps, as he pushed the door open, not caring if the maids even saw them.

Adria held tightly onto him, her lips running wild on his, her eyes slightly opening, when she felt her back come against the soft layer of the mattress.

Author now, straddling her legs, his lips departing from hers, and his hand rushing to take his T-shirts off, Adria fully opened her eyes, and reality hit hard like a brick…

What the hell was she doing? Getting all emotional with him? Now what? Trying to have sex only to make herself feel better?!

"A-author." Her words broke out into a soft moan… he had already stuffed his face in her neck, his hands gripping tightly onto her waist, and his eyes filled with lust.

"What?" He muffled, his hands sliding lower to her buttons.

"…Stop." Those were the words he didn't want to hear, not now not ever.

"Why?" He kept on with the kisses, her buttons already off, and the next was her pants zipper.

"Just… stop." He got up with a confused look.

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Was I too sudden?" He began throwing question at her, and Adria only got up slightly, making sure he came down from her before sitting up fully.

"No… you did none of those things." She started buttoning her shirt back. "It's just that…"

Author looked down… trying to find more questions. "Is it because we're not together anymore?"

"No, not that either…" She paused. "I have my reasons." At first Author was about to question what that 'Reason' she spoke about, was… but realized it wasn't his place to, so instead he took his shirt from the bed, and walked out.

Adria was left speechless… her breaths coming out soft, and her hand trailing on where he had kissed.

If she hadn't stopped him… could they have gone in more? No… that wasn't the thought she was meant to be having.

Adria got up, and adjusted her dress even more, just the thought of it made her stomach do back flips.

She raced out the room, finding hard to stay in the place she nearly had sex in… not even with her husband… but with another man… Adria stopped at her car… did she still have feelings for Dakota?

Yes, yes… it was feelings alright… feelings of hatred, and so many more. A sudden gaze could be felt burning hard at her neck, and when she turned, she saw Author staring right down at her.

He noticed she had seen him and quickly turned to leave.

She never knew what was on his mind… and that bothered her.

As she got into her car, her phone began ringing… it was Dakota.

Ah, that was right… she had given him her number the day he came to her company.

Her throat cleared, and she picked up, zooming out of the sight of Author's house.

"Mr. Axton… what brings his sudden call?" She asked with a cocky tone.

it was a short one...