I don't know what to think of waking up practicially every ঘন্টা except for this: 'Why the hell does this happen?!' I was seariously exhausted and I hardly slept. Apperiently the twins are hourly alarm clocks অথবা something because thats what it feels like. Once they fell asleep once again I got my chance. I layed down on the পালঙ্ক and yawned. I only had 12 hours of sleep,oh an hourly basis one ঘন্টা per every two. I finally fell asleep yet again. They were quiet for two hours this time up until the boy started crying. I groaned and stood up exuhausted. I walk to him. "Whtas wrong baby? Huh?" Asking him as I take him out of the backet and rock him slowly. He still fussed and he started kicking me. "Ow!" I ব্যক্ত wincing as he did. He got me square in the chest.'Why do শিশুরা have a strong kick?!' I ask myself holding him with one arm rubbing my chest with the other. I hear his stomach growl and sigh, I sit down and nurse him. At first it seariously hurt because I never did this before. After a few মিনিট it stopped
"You better now sweetie?" I ask as he finally stops and I fix my শীর্ষ and bra. He looked tired now so I hummed a lullaby and rocked him. Shortly after he was sound asleep. Sighing in relif I lay him beside his sister and she starts crying. I pick her up and look. "now whats the matter?" I ask holding her close to me. She stops as soon as I pick her up. 'She likes being held' I think to myself walking around with her in my arms. She smiled softly and I smiled back still holding her. Her eyes started drooping and thats when a knocking,,....more of a banging came at the door. She and her brother started crying and I groaned. This is not what I needed to start a morning. I was up since midnight and only slept 2 hours. I answered the door and realized.........This..........This was family.
"You better now sweetie?" I ask as he finally stops and I fix my শীর্ষ and bra. He looked tired now so I hummed a lullaby and rocked him. Shortly after he was sound asleep. Sighing in relif I lay him beside his sister and she starts crying. I pick her up and look. "now whats the matter?" I ask holding her close to me. She stops as soon as I pick her up. 'She likes being held' I think to myself walking around with her in my arms. She smiled softly and I smiled back still holding her. Her eyes started drooping and thats when a knocking,,....more of a banging came at the door. She and her brother started crying and I groaned. This is not what I needed to start a morning. I was up since midnight and only slept 2 hours. I answered the door and realized.........This..........This was family.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do আপনি use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do আপনি do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do আপনি use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do আপনি do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my হৃদয় is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look অগ্রবর্তী to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my হৃদয় is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look অগ্রবর্তী to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.