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Her mercy to His penitence

"Don’t do it love! Please. Am sorry I hurt you. How can I live without you? Forgive me. " The girl stood at the cross road. Tears streamed down her pale cheek as she debated between listening to his pleas or to her heart. She was tired and could no longer take any of it. He took everything from her yet she stayed until she felt that her soul was no longer alive. Each pain he caused chipped a little at her soul until there was nothing left to give. She was now an empty soul that was hanging on a thin thread. She was only breathing, but being alive never counted as living. It was time to let go. She closed her eyes and run in to the middle of the road. A loud screech was heard as her blood painted the black tarmac red. Nooo….. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ NOTE: This work is on-going and not yet edited. DISCLAIMER The cover was made by my darling sister, @Bash. The images used is attributed to the rightful owner. Join my Discord if you wish to interact with me and discuss the characters. https://discord.gg/jJeBuJN8 If you like my writing, you can always buy me coffee. It would be appreciated. https://ko-fi.com/kittenbunny

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Confusion

The shrilling sound of a phone woke her up the next day. She cursed as her back ached from lying on the cold floor the entire night.

Sarah stood up feeling sore yet again. However, she didn't have the luxury of laziness around. She walked towards the phone and received the call.

To her surprise, it was His highness Beau calling to tell her that she and Prince Mark had the day off to bond. She could feel the headache coming on upon hearing the man's name.

Since she couldn't refuse, she accepted the order and walked off to the bathroom. She took her time to wash off the sweat and blood from the night before. 

Just like her left arm, half of her back was covered in tattoos. Each time she saw them, she acknowledged the beauty that lay beneath the intricate ink.

It was a masterpiece that carried a message. Each is a symbol of the things she lost and those she gained. Each pattern of ink on her skin was a symbol of strength to her.