My name is Mila. I love reading and writing stories. I started reading stories from a very young age and I've always dreamed of captivating others with my stories.
The concept of writing to me is like music to the ears. The variety of books that tell a unique tale makes it all the more interesting. The different elements and emotions poured onto a single page is everything to me. The creativity that writing takes is just absolutely astounding to me.
That is my why, for when someone asks me why I love creating stories.
What happens when the past is closer than you think ?
When in the shadow lurks the figure that destroyed everything, and it still wants more.
Abelina who is working hard for herself and her little sister Sandy. Erica who is Abelina's best friend and the one person she cherishes like her sister. And her other friends who she cherishes dearly.
Everything seems to be going smoothly, maybe too smoothly.
What happens when a mysterious new kid at school clashes with Abelina's world. Though at first she can't stand his presence, things take a slight turn.
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You see when a small flame starts burning, it either sets everything ablaze or it becomes a ball of light.
But when an unwanted past starts sneaking into the picture. Abelina's life is about to take its darkest turn. All the pain evoked by this one person is about to create alot of suspense and maybe tears.
So while reading grab some popcorn. And maybe if you're comfortable.
Tell me a secret ?
How can one truly know their lover ?I thought I knew mine but I was wrong? Maybe I'm too blame.I was the one who fell in love those bright green eyes. I shouldn't never trusted her. When a person you thought would stay by your side. Chooses to leave you. Is it supposed to heart this much?Her smile, touch and laughter, was it all some sick game to play with my emotions. I never even thought I would feel this way about another. But, she -she made me feel like I was worthy of love. Worthy of her love...So, I thought. ________________________________A year ago..."I won't ask again, where are the girls ?!" I asked the bloodied man thats on the ground. He is gasping for air, his body shaking and I think he shat himself. 'pussy'I'm getting irritated of repeating myself. And, I never repeat myself to anyone!"Give me the gun!" I order one of my men. One steps up and hands me the loaded riffle. I point towards the squirming loser on the ground. I decide to play a little and fire the first bullet into the air. My men howl at the sound, like its some firework show. I grit my teeth and spit at the piece of shit. "I usually am not this kind. I feel like being kind today, so let me try this again. Where the fuck are the girls being held? if you dont answer me now. The next bullet is going straight in your little sculp" I threaten my patience thinning ny the second. "Their at the back, the ke -keys are in my pocket" he says breathlessly pointing at the direction where they held the hostages. Finally! Now it's time he joins his ancestors. *Bang! Bang! .......