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The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty

... into Mila’s ears in a sweetened manner. At one time, she had the conviction it was her guardian angel giving her these mandates. She had to kill that bastard. This was her sole way out. “If I don’t kill him, will he end up killing me in his place?” Without swerving her head back, Mila ridiculed the alluring voice. “He will go on scourging you like he is at all times fond of doing. There is a knife beneath your bed. He wanted to use it on you—as a sex toy that was going to jab into your anus. Not the blade, but the handle. Those games are typically dangerous, Mila; you know that.” She was right. Yes; that angel who regularly spoke through the voice of a woman. “I can’t kill him. God said I must not commit murder.” “There is no God. If He was there, would he mind to see you suffering and weeping like this? God merely exists in the minds of heretics. He is their sole ease when they are being encountered with pain. The most unfortunate thing as concerns them is they all end up dying without Him lending a hand of assistance.” “From what I can take in, you speak as though you know Him pretty well than I do myself. Tell me more about him, you wicked liar.” “Bastard! You will die friendless and miserable. We shall see you far you can handle your beast and his ways of crucifying you.” It was hard. Mila struggled not to get too emotional whenever she was teaching in class. There was this particular young man albeit. She didn’t know his name; she didn’t bother to find out even the ...

... smallest details touching him. He habitually sat at the hindmost row, where he would ogle and make sheep’s eyes at her. In the course of one lecture, she assumed he knew her in person. His expression was routinely grave but unfazed. His hands were sealed on the table beneath him. The entire span she coached, he did not move or wince an inch. Neither did his eyes blink every time that she gazed back at him. There was this peculiar weird feeling about him which she didn’t particularly like. His emotions were sound and intense. Chase Hughes perfectly understood this. His eyes were leafy green like a dim shining emerald. They were the most vulnerable part of him each time he customarily stared at her. Mila was not just beautiful. She was towering in stature, with canny brown eyes and scarcely any dimples on her left cheek. Her hair was light brown and spread out. Its elegant twists made her look more of an archangel than a commonplace woman. In his eyes, she was the most gorgeous creature alive. “I am Chase Hughes,” he familiarized himself to her in a complaisant tone and manner. That afternoon, he was attired in trim black jeans, a dainty jacket with short sleeves and fine sneakers. She grinned back at him courteously and shook his hand what’s more. “It is my delectation to happen on you, Mr. Hughes.” To the bevy of mankind, Mila was unbelievably wealthy and brilliant in looks. Hers was a twelve million dollar Las Vegas mansion adjoining a broad, noiseless forest. Her newest ...