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His Angel

His Angel

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Chapter 1 NO.1

Word Count: 1213    |    Released on: 22/03/2018

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er alive on the planet. Her head is always in the

arge square eyeglasses, she looks

a book by

hrice, her head cannot catch up. She barely passed her high school with C minus grade. She alwa

married with her crush. The only thing that she is interested in,

Dan

perfectionist. He always ranks the fir

in every class he attends. He is 6'4 feet making the tallest among his circle. His jaw line is the

owever, the scariest thing about him is his father rules the mafia. As the heir of the mafia, his career

a stiff expressionless face and always acts cold to everyone. He hates it when

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ears b

g a million droplets of bitter water over my sweating body. It wa

person. And no, I didn't enj

tears. The drop of rain pattered on my body, exp

tion out of continuous hiccups, I str

est to get soaked on that skin numbing rain

nely street that could have given me a shield. Bu

ot like I ca

yes met a boy at a street who was picking up the a

appens in movies. But, I was living in the actual

llies. Yeah, I used to be bullied in my c

animals who loved to bully the weake

uniform and it was intentional. And the better part was, I had

ollen eyes and running nose. Somehow

a signal to cross the road, I felt like a gia

ime in my life, someon

school. A pillar like person was standing next to me, holding an umbrella that didn't even c

es on his structure. After a minute of stare, my vision becam

ad a hint of restlessness. With a moment of gaze, his unusual

had turned green and hence everyone s

ered by his umbrella and he had no such

felt a heat that spread from the n

touch of cherr

sitting on the couch, enjoying his favorite shows. I tried to avoid him as

fingers, trying to make as less sound as possible. A

la again." I could hear my fa

ace in my head t

been considered as a clown for a display. That w

y most comfortable place. Placing my bag at my study desk that was

lways. My father couldn't car

tub, my head was pret

ought about something else than

and his thoughts helped me to h

we were in the same school. Wel

. I was already happy eno

lo everyone. Do

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