Vengeance Meets Love

I looked at him to see if he meant it, but yes, he does; he meant it. When I realised that he meant it, I quickly scanned the area for something to stand on, but the only solution was to climb

it from my grasp. At first, I thought he was going to reprimand me for bringing a dirty ladder into the office. Of cou

ou're so lazy and useless, all you're good for is looking pretty," he

from the ladder and lost his life; I hated his guts, and I know he hated me too, but it

d boil with indignation, but I remained silent. What more can I do? I have to remain silent; I can't afford to let hi

en something strange happened. The ladder began to shake; it quaked, and he shook along w

Nathan's words no longer had any power over me. The ladder was very high, and he was at the top of the ladder; he might not survive if he happened to fall from

the wind, I had the urge to help him, and yes, I could have helped if I wanted, but I changed my mind—what if I just let it end this way? What if t

er him, and he fell to the ground with a sickening thud. The fall was hard, and even if Lucifer were there, he would have compassio

t much. Yeah, it's true, I remember how much pain my dad felt; I knew he bled a lot, but that was only emotional bleeding. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and fear as I watched Nathan slip in and out of consciousness. I feared that he coul

ffice was crowded with staff; they were all in panic, asking me what it was t

head on my hand. I couldn't help but ask myself: should I take this opportuni

n remained in a coma. But he finally recovered after six weeks, and when he finally awoke, he was a different person. He was no longer himself; he had lost his memory

to him, or did he truly feel love for me? Or was it the fact that he

d nice; and he was extremely soft and emotional; he was definitely the opposite of what he was. As we tal

happiness together. But for now, all I could do was take care