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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

MUHACHE_JUMA · Urbano
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Scapegoat

It took Enzo a while to finally calm down. He was unsure of everything now that he learned about his parents. It was hard to accept it.

Unfortunately, Jasmine was not done with bombarding him with information. He would be their first target once they come to learn that he was out.

All this while, the pentagon members have had their eyes on him. One might wonder how the members remained to be five even after Enzo's father died.

That too was a well-planned plot to make his father disappear. The man was very much alive. However, he had to fake his death for their plans had changed.

They were about to go active again after years of staying low-key. On the day that Enzo thought he had killed his father, the man who he shot was already dead.

He had been a cloned machine that spoke and acted like his father. With how angry he was, Enzo never looked back after pulling the trigger. He had seen the blood.