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His Angel

Chapter 4 NO.4

Word Count: 1384    |    Released on: 22/03/2018

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or her long before she did. But, I was the son of a mafia and my fate had already be

e girls, every single of them would dance around me, even if I lifted just a single finger. But, there's no such thing as a free meal. My

as an heir of a mafia. Nobody is born as a mafia by birth. I too have spent my

gid training which was no less than a hell. He unceasingly kept on reminding me, the hell fire was to shield myself from the

ss. In spite of that, I still struggled hard and made myself str

of hard work had paid off and as an upshot, I had forgotten to feel. I had forgotten to become kind and lenient. With all the bloodshed that I faced from my tender age, I had forgott

g teenager. If it was possible, my father would have stopped my schooling and forced me to his business. But, my grandfather prevented that from happenin

ive her much attention, though. Every day I would espy her getting bullied from the corner of my cla

pain if I were to compar

bullied. But with the growing time, I started to get affected by her situat

t I had to wield. The same was with the boys. My classmates stayed away from me because they foun

constant bullying, she would stand in front of them without shedding a single drop of tears. At l

always she didn't shed a tear and I acted as if I didn't see a thing. On the way to home, I saw a girl walking down the street without an umbrella

he pouring rain? Did sh

wasn't the first time she walked home with her teary eyes. I had burdened way too much expectation on her that I felt disappointed. Still, I followed her back sl

as an infant's hand that was waiting for someone's protection. I walked toward she, who was

ell was my heart thumping so hard. I slowly glanced at her and saw her teary red e

acting li

I could count. But, why did I found her much m

and I could feel a heat

eant to lose my self-control and liberate my emotions

for me. She could unt

s the signal turned into green like it was neve

he was following me around. In another word, I knew she was stalking me. You might call me weird but I liked it. I liked it when she fell

e high school. She was cute but never initiated to approach me. I intended to give he

it because I again found us a

opportunity. She admitted her feelings and confessed her love for me. Though she was wiggling and dre

teary eyes.I saw her standing up. I saw her growing stronger. I saw her smi

s for

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