The Darkest Dream

Unification of destiny

"Yes like that, the salon subscription grandma offers the latest cream menicure. Her word is the best product even though it was just launched, but the grandmother even experienced this thickening irritation." Samara slightly scratched the skin around her fingernails. Zora just nodded in understanding. Then left her mother and grandmother at the dinner table.

"Mora.Today for the next two days, go to your parents' house. Stay there for a while, Zora let me take care of her." Samara's word to her daughter-in-law after Zora's little back is out of sight.

Although surprised, but Mora can never argue the speech of his in-laws. Everything the woman said, like an obligation she had to obey at all times.

"Okay mom, I'm leaving this afternoon. May I call Zora when I leave later ? I don't want my daughter to worry about my sudden departure." Ask Mora carefully.

"Don't you, tell me one of your parents is sick. You want to see them for the next few days. Don't forget to call your parents, they'll say the same thing you said to them." Mora nodded in understanding without asking much more. It's better to be quiet and away from the problem, that's how he thinks.

Mora was willing to go prepared in his room, carrying various questions that he could not dare to ask.

Samara stared at Mora's departure with an unreadable look. Then glanced at his fingers that were increasingly blackened to the knuckles near his palm. His mind was chaotic, but as much as possible it looked calm as if nothing had happened.

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Lizzie tried to hold back her consciousness as much as she could. His form of dope that was shot into his back had a dose that he could not exceed.

"Push him with cold water, surely with a lot of ice cubes. I have no interest in screwing ja*l*the lazy one!.." The scattering of ice water made Lizzie cough and also shiver in the cold. His eyes gnawed to see the situation of his present existence. His eyes instantly dimmed when he saw that bad destiny was now right before him. The fate that he had avoided the most, was now approaching.

Lizzie smiled slicedly, her sense she wanted to laugh out loud now. Laughter to comfort her heart that will soon be grieved.

"Are you happy to meet me Miss Lizzie ? I miss you so much, really. If only you hadn't messed up the business I'd built so hard. And I heard recently, you're the cause of both my parents' deaths. They died saving you and your mother! if they hadn't saved you from that car explosion. Both my parents must still be alive, with me and I won't be a pathetic orphan..." Ale lowered the voice at the end of his sentence, his tone sounding so soft and pitiful.

Lizzie looked at the man who was now gripping his cheeks very hard.

"What is this emotional attitude of yours for a confession, if your heart has been attached to mine, Mr Alessandro Del Piero ?" lizzie sounded mocking.

Ale threw Lizzie's face to the side and slapped her back and forth.

"Your confidence level is too high, miss. You're too far from the shadow of the ideal woman who's able to grab my attention." Refute Ale with an arrogant attitude. Lizzie laughed softly, the haughty attitude that the man showed, had already explained everything.

"Cuihhhhhhhh.." Ale spat on Lizzie's face hatefully. "Even to know you, I don't want to. Now I'm gonna erase the traces of introductions that should never have happened between us." Ale's wolf grinning showed made Lizzie's hopes dwindle.

"Give her two doses at once.I'd like to see the reaction of this woman ja*l*ang while I'm stuttering.." Ale then laughed wickedly, very wickedly that Lizzie had ever seen. Heart crying hard, the shadows of his family's faces popping up one by one like a cassette being played. That's spinning over and over again in the corner of his sayu eye.

Seconds by seconds passed, two minutes already after the syringe pierced through the smooth skin of his arm. Lizzie started to look restless, cold sweat started to look grained on her forehead.

"I beg you, Ale. This is my last wish, stop this. I don't want to hate you, really. Your parents are alive, they're in the North's headquarters." Lizzie's voice shook, I don't know what feeling she was trying so hard to endure. Ale again grinned, Lizzie pleading like the wind then in her ears.

"You want to trick me? you even dared to say my name disrespectfully. You still have courage in the rest of your consciousness, miss. You're pathetic, let's embrace the delights of nirvana that you can never forget even to fall asleep, you'll always remember." Ale stroked Lizzie's bruised cheeks, one of her hands moving agilely opening the Zipper leather jacket on Lizzie's body.

After being convinced Lizzie began to be lulled with all her touches, Ale released the ties in Lizzie's hands slowly. He was sure the war drug*sang he put into the girl's body was working fine. Two doses at once, just imagine. One dose alone can make a woman lose her consciousness, what two doses. The girl could have heart failure. And that's what he expected. His determination was unanimous, to avenge the death of his parents. Also the sister who had not even had time to see her mother's stomach, also went because of the fateful incident.

"Rilex baby.." whispered Sky with a sensual voice in Lizzie's ear. Apparently the drug has managed to completely master the rest of Lizzie's consciousness desperately defences right.

Lizzie's moaning made Ale even more excited, to explore Lizzie's tantalizing curves.

Until finally there was a unification of destiny based on revenge and a curse. Which will later present a beautiful fairy named, Berea.

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Bern gasped for breath of cold sweat flooding his body. Just now the man had the worst nightmare of his entire life.

"I hope you're okay, honey..." Bern rubbed his face that was already wet filled with sweat. The shadow of Lizzie's sweet smile as they were about to part, continued to overshadow her memories.

Bern grabs the shirt that Lizzie left in the living room closet. The man clutched the shirt tightly with longing. In his breath Lizzie's distinctive scent on the shirt. She always brought clothes to accompany her to sleep.

"I miss you, you didn't even give me a phone number I could call." Bern chuckled as he recalled, if Lizzie was the only woman in this era. Who do not have the mandatory objects of the millennial humanity.