Mag-log inHe grinned, getting up from where he was, and walked away from her. She could finally breathe. Her hands adjusted her black hair that had already stuck to her face as a result of the blood and sweat present on it, tucking it behind her ears. Her training clothes were messed up with dust, sweat, and a little bit of blood. She looked up at him again as he walked away from her, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. "The most important rule of them all. Rule number 6" he spoke. "NEVER FALL IN LOVE"
view moreAanya's heart stopped for a moment. The reason for her fright was the fact that he caught up to her and might get her to tell him about Ghista. She tried to wiggle away from his grip, but that was almost impossible, judging from the fact that he was bent on getting the truth out of her.“Let go of me,” she said breathlessly, trying her best to avoid making eye contact with him. That was her weakness and she knew it.“Aanya” he called out, but she wasn't going to hear anything he had to say. The amount of fear she felt inwards was preventing her from thinking properly. Moving far away from him will make things easier for the two of them. To avoid being killed or him being killed, she needed to stop whatever was going on between them, but that wasn't happening because he wouldn't let her go.“What is the problem?” “I have to go, Alex” she stated, still trying her best to set her free from his hold. Alex got tired and finally let go of her hand. Aanya stared at him, confused. As much as
“GET OUT!” Duong shouted angrily, banging his fist against the table, and they all rushed out. Every cadre knew whenever the boss was angry, you get the fuck out of that place, except you wanted to be shot in the head with the nearest gun he could find.Duong groaned in frustration as he turned to look at Patrick. “Don't just sit there, tell me what to do” “You are the boss, I answer to you,” Patrick said, and Duong glared at him. Duong knew well enough that Patrick was daring him, but he couldn't do anything about it because he desperately needed his help. "Don't you see the problem here?” Patrick asked, not expecting a reply. Duong was not remarkably smart to think that fast. They both knew it."Ryker and his motherfuckin' brother, Audie”“Audie is dead”“That's because Dormos found out about his connection with you,” Patrick said, tapping his hand on the table.“Stop that, it's distracting” Duong snapped and Patrick reluctantly withdrew his hand. “Go on”“You have no idea how
Aanya stuffed her mouth with popcorn, with her eyes buried inside a fashion magazine, fully engrossed in it. Stacey stretched her arm, took a handful of popcorn, and munched on it. They sat on a big bench in the school hallway as they watched people pass by."What are you reading?" Stacey asked with her mouth filled with popcorn, causing her to spit some right out."A magazine," Aanya said, bringing it closer to her face."Why does everyone appear to be in a hurry?" Aanya asked with her eyes still on the magazine. Everybody was in a hurry and they seemed to be running in the same direction."Alex and Xavier are at it again""At it how?"" They are fighting," she said, sounding too plain for the gravity of the situation. Aanya eyes widened in shock as she dropped the magazine on the bench and turned to look at Stacey"What?" Was the first thing that left her mouth. "where?""Hallway two""Why didn't you tell me, Stacey""You didn't ask," she shrugged. "Plus I made a resolution to sti
“What would you do, if someone who appears dangerous is after you?” she blurted out. He turned to look at her while sitting down on a tree branch. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.“Nothing” he shrugged.“You won't feel scared?”“Why should I?”“You might be on a death list”“So? “ He said, and the statement took her surprised. “That doesn't bother you? ““Not a bit,” he sounded so confident that it surprised Aanya“Why?”“Because I'm done”“With what?” “Being scared” That was a very unusual statement coming from Alex due to how tough he portrayed his personality. But at this point, he looked too vulnerable. “Of what?” She asked again, looking up at him, sitting too comfortably on the tree. Her acrophobic self frowned at it.“Has anybody ever told you that you ask too many questions?”“No, why?”“Because you do”“Why do you have so many tattoos?” Aanya blurted out after a long period of silence, totally ignoring his earlier statement of her being too nosey. He took a glance at he






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