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f i f t e e n

Who taught her to accept the way she was. Who taught her to believe in herself first.

She knows that whenever he is stressed or either too thoughtful, he speaks delion.

Delion is a terrible mental disabilities where the person gets constant anxiety chills which leads them to speak a language near to gibberish. Cure, none.

About 23% people have this illness. Despite this, Alvin was the strongest person ever alive with a broken leg.

His wooden leg is now removed completely and now his only rescue is his wheelchair.

"Sir, I will never forget you." She finally says as she plants a slight kiss on his left hand.

He smiles gently at her movement and let out a sudden gasp.

"Young Roger, some people are despicable. Meant to be hated!" He flinches his nose at this. "But to those people who thinks that they don't deserve to breathe, must be understood, to be heard at the least."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"There's been a secret of all these years no one told you about."

Isla chose to be silent.

A spiral feeling of sadness and gush of guilt, pain and anxiety filled into her heart.

"The one who sold you to Mr. Vergera was-"

Her laptop suddenly beeped and the lights cut off, leaving them blinking in darkness.

"-your own step-parents" he finally breaths out.

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"Today's special guest is Master Edua Shiran!" Announcement let out.

Glamour queens and beauty inherited princes were seen eventually.

Wait, no. They aren't queens and princes. They are normal people.

I think I should've changed to specs. Shit.

A light song was playing in the background. And the melody was ranging from high grounds and swift curves.

Lavish curtains and bright lights remains hung on the large cupboards and the window frames.

Slow moments and swinging people could be seen. Hands snaked around others waist and swift glances were momentarily stolen.

Aww.

Pertination Party was known far and wide for its romanticising the young blood agent's life.

The life at Chillary was never so good. The whole country is divided into sectors. Not that they lived under different roofs.

But the differences were sharp.

"Could you please hold my glass, Monsieur?" A pretty french girl addresses to Alvareo, bending up on her slightly left side to give herself a better look.

Alvareo, with a glamorous black tuxedo with a tie, beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair which was resting over his fair forehead, looks up to her.

A visible pink blush could easily be spotted on her cheeks. "I would love to, Madame" he says as he grabs her glass with utmost care as their hands brushes each other.

"Merci beaucoup, Monsieur" she says as she bends down to fix her pink dress with laces hanging down from both the sides.

"My pleasure, mademoiselle" he says without breaking their eye contact as he bows down as a little giggle leaves the girl's lips.

"Uhm" someone clears their throat behind him.

He turns around suddenly to find himself standing in front a blonde girl.

"Come with me," Isla says as she bends frontwards as she takes him behind one of the white washed pillar supporting the Great House.

Unable to decide what to do, Alvareo follows her aimlessly as they stop unexpectedly.

"Who was that?" She straightaway questions, in a worried tone.

"Why'd you want to know?" He says as he lazily crouched on the pillar, giving her a tight smirk, "were you jealous?"

Isla cringes.

She gives him a defeated smirk and says," Jealous? And me? Oh, please. Get the heck out" she says as she shoves him away.

But, this time, Alvareo holds her wrist and pulls her closer interchanging their position.

He places both of his hands besides her head, preventing her from movements.

"What're you doin'?!" She freaks out but Alvareo bends down near her face, leaving hardly an inch.

He was quite taller than her. His black tuxedo was quite shiny, making him look quite posh.

Whereas, a thin light blue magnificent dress rolled down her body, covering her curves beautifully as she felt holes digging into her by those ocean eyes of him.

Her fair white skin looks even more gentle as the slight moon shine drew scrambles on her face.

Atlast she was the warrior of the moon.

"You're beautiful" he breaths out.

"I know I am" she replies avoiding the strong eye contact.

A strange tension. A bond. An awkward moment. Strong attractions.

What's wrong with her!

"I will give you two seconds to move away from me. " she says in a trembling voice.

"What if I don't?" He further pushes.

"I'll hit your balls" she breaths out without wasting a second.

Her whole body was getting warm and the palpitations were high.

What's happening!

"Try me" he says as he moves forward and presses his lips against hers.

An electric current ran through her spine. Her eyes broadens with his sudden actions.

Palpitations ran higher and higher. Her palms were sweaty and the heat was evolving from the ground. She balled her wrist firmly to avoid anything that she doesn't want to..

He pressed his lips furthermore against her lips.

"Kiss me back!" He says between their lips, the pain was unbearable. He couldn't touch her. He balled his palms to avoid any misconceptions.

A rush of adrenaline pumped inside him leaving him empty in his euphoria.

Why isn't she kissing him back! Was he at last wrong about her?

Was he wrong about her love? Was their love means nothing to her? Was he meant nothing to her?

His head's filling with questions, when she finally parted her lips, letting him in.

"Isla!" Someone cried.

They left eachother suddenly only to find Sam looking at them with her mouth agape and eyes broadened.

This night's gonna get longer than Isla thought.

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I hate myself for ending it this way and i hope you too.

I know that you all are confused about what Alvin said to Isla.

The translation: "I need a want to talk to you" means "I need a talk with you"

"Thay the party don't" means "Don't go to the party"

"Run time tomorrow morning" means "run before the morning arrives"

All in all. Enjoy reading the story, coders!!