My Mate, My Killer

e makes me feel li

utterly insulted, mad

look like a lady. That I am now a lady. Any boy or young m

e's a young man. With that body built, I'm pretty sure eve

that his eyes were becoming redder and redder, as if he was ready to crush me with just a pair

tions flood my system, and my heart fe

myself, I asked.

hysically from him. With his hands, he covered his eyes and groaned. His arms appeared to be bul

n are his heavy breathing and my own loud

-don't look o-okay..." my hand brie

on the wooden floor. "I told you to get the hell out of

tupid. I was so stupid to be helping a stranger I barely know. I was so stupid to be saving the ass of a man who, ins

There's a blizzard. And I'm trying to get home while it's snowing so hard th

this very moment but I shouldn't care any

his sight. So out of

my eyes, ignoring the icy wind and the wild cold even if my vision

tle, m

ray of sunshine entered through it as the blizzard charge on. She looked so worried even from a distance, pacing bac

s met

hen our eyes met once again, she immediately sprinted towards me. My face remained stone-hard as she

nd cry in the comfort of her arms. For some reason, the way that strange man treated me makes m

shouldn't feel this way..." My voi

She shook my shoulders

et's get you warm!" She hissed and accompanied me on my way inside our castle

ands were literally shaking as our hands met. "Heavens, Cassidy! You're going to be the reason for my death!

Mam

on her waist. "I won't hear anything fro

my lap. She gave me a pierce, warning look so

Mamita went upstairs to get me some pairs of clothes, I blushed bec

assidy," she inhaled through her nose. "A

be the one more f

of changing my clothes as if I was still a toddler. "Mamita, I'm already eighteen." I swal

is wonderful, Cassidy. It's a gift from God. You should accept and adm

ody enough to show to eve

re you showing your

this again. Just answer my question and tell me the tru

someone make a comment on your body? Is

hot knives on my chest using his bare hands. If he can do t

unds and even fed him despite the fa

and uncurled. I don't know why I help him and why I expect thanks

I left him to be devoured by

n't be crying. I wouldn't be wasting my tears

lready passed, everyt

e and continue what I have chosen in th

aining with red. My grandmother's brows furrowed upon seein

ill myself to stand and close the windows. I cannot affor

her. Her lips remained pursed and her jaw tig

urse not! Who would it be? I was just walking, and picking up fr

y your

f! Who would've commented on my body when it's only me and you in this place

, my Mamita still sensed t

at I a