Love was made of ironies, dark always attracted so well, not only innocent ones but everybody. And sometimes those dark attractions were vile, sinful, loathsome and wrongful but that's the way love was.
For some it was sickening, but for others it was their world.
"Are you Krayol Villacarlos?" her forehead creased. "I'm Serendra Ynares-Montallana."
I stood here like an immobile corpse with a beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. I was literally and figuratively stunned at the moment. Not noticing nanny rushed to the gate. I felt cold as I stared at her dumbfoundedly, walking towards me and few men were left behind.
"Krayol Villacarlos?" asking me again with her narrow eyes.
"Ye-yes." I gulped.
"I'm Serendra." her eyes traveled my whole. And all I could do is to swallow hard
