"๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ, ๐ข ๐๐๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ข ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ, ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐ซ" - โ ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ง a 29 years old FBI agent. He's extremely dedicated to his work, morals, and duty. A bipolar personality. He's like a ray of sunshine at times but he also has a mysterious side, like a midnight rain. He's a unique blend of fluffiness and strength. Everything is tolerable to him, except for the cruel thing called betrayal. But what happens when betrayal knocks on his door disguised as his love at first sight? - โ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ a 19 year old girl fuelled with the fire of revenge and rage, a university girl, a frozen mystery. Young at age but works as an assassin who is assigned for something dreadful. A heart cold and rusted, but fakes to be the softest and gentlest of all! What happens when she fakes her identity and pretends to be a sunshine, when in reality she is anything but that? It becomes a looming disaster in his life when she appears as an angel, only to betray him. - ๐ค What happens when Ashan discovers the true identity and mystery behind this girl? And what is she assigned to do? To find out more, you'll have to hop into the book. Let's us all Blend with a journey of betrayal that breaks.
Psycho's heartbeat
๐๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ซ. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.
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