MY teeth ground as I automatically fisted my hands.
Ang babaeng nasa gitna ng arenang iyon ay hindi ang kilala kong si Akira Rivas.
That woman is a beated human!
Sa loob lamang ng isang linggo ay ganoon na kalaki ang ipinagbago ng dalaga.
My chest tightened and I cursed at the back of my head.
Darn it.
She looks like a f*****g mess!
She was wearing ripped shorts and white ripped Tshirt and she's covered with dirts.
"Son of a b***h!" I heard Raffa angrily curse beside me...
Kahit bahagyang nagtaka kung sino ang pinatutungkulan nito, masyado nang nakatutok kay Akira ang aking mga mata para alamin pa ang problema ng aking kasama.
Tila gusto kong panghinaan ng tuhod habang pinapanood ang kahabag habag na hitsura ng aking Luna.
"Sweetheart," my mind was calling her but I wa
