Bound To A Bully

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the day

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ear that and tell Anthena to take a picture of me in that was strong. My friend was scared. She was waiting in the restr

growing up together with his store, which he will turn into a well-known clothing shop

, and walked past a doctor there outside a cabin, talking with a patient's family. I than

nd the ped

them with care and affection. That I

nursing after school? It

e taking care of a strange, self-centered, mannerless, shameless, and an ins

ned red with

s time because I needed to find someone t

nthena to die i

y steps halted abruptly, and my heart sta

ing at that tall brunette guy

. He was tall, muscular, lean, and all, but he didn't make my heart skip as that brunette did. I looked back at his face and saw his jawline was sharp and set. I could tell he was beyond angry..., pissed would be the

ight was..., for my he

him straightening up, and he gritted out something that didn't reach my ear length. The sandy blonde guy with him slammed

pened his eyes, an

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ost it,

g in my pocket, but I

ou wear my coat? Giv

lling, and I d

He slowly pushed that guy away from him as he began ta

My.

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t was beating faster and goose

I felt a tap, more like it was shaking me. " -I am going to c

musing about something. Maybe it was because he finds the situation quite funny..., My cheek

ook for me to sna

was bu

ful of his scent from my mouth and my nose, feeling dizzy like I just had three glass

at and tossed it to

tered sternly, "Now that you have

t enchanted, and couldn't take my eyes off him. They have

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heavy for some reason, and

t I feared it would rip out and

took his lips near my ear. "You

I tilted my chin up to see him

r of his eyes. Those busted lips of his looked so tempting that...,

with amusement. He stepped away from me, walked two steps

lips between my teeth and

d clicking a perfect picture of him on my phone with my eyes still gawking at him. I wished I could take more of his shots,

his face was reddening because of suppres

doesn't

ved closer to me with

and looked serious when he said,

rs

st me, but my gaze landed on his b

n with my heart, when he

d and tur

ed his hand to shake. "An

wasn't what I me

ong and sound firm, but those thousands to millions of butterfli

e into

me abo

is chuckles kept echoing in

grinning like a

e friend. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes followed him..., how elegant he looked when he hopped in one of those scary-looking motorcycles that rebels drive on streets, empty highways, or underground racing gr

ood at, but I didn't know l would fall

es

he chimney of his kitchen. Rich people and their lifestyle. Barely two people stay for not even three days a week, but they need a kitchen on every floor they bui

's pounding sound isn't the only sound I hear, which will make me lose my focus on cutting the internal pipe to enter the hole. Jumping down the kitchen aisle, I put

and the dark-colored scheme of his room, which has me pull open the door by the doorknob all the way to step inside,

! Lincoln!

at me; it scares me how dark and gloomy his eyes look, and I know at t

he trigger, I rush toward him, not caring about the glass beneath my feet o