Beautiful Devil

It's not like you read to others writer, 'beautiful story', I'm not perfect. Ang masasabi ko lang; Gusto ko na hindi lang english at filipino language lang ang mababasa sa story ko (my works). Hindi man ako bihasa sa pagsasalita at pagsusulat ng ibang language. Gusto ko gumawa ng kwento ng may trill o challenge sa kwento, gamit ang iba't-ibang language. 'The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it. In this dangerous world that we live in, where hatred and violence and natural disasters sometimes collide to almost overwhelm us, we each can help in some way. No, explanation is not needed only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised, feeling the mystery of life each moment. Then, and only then, you know what truth is.' 'Life is full of awe and grace and truth, mystery and wonder. I live in that atmosphere. In a world where everyone is over exposed, the coolest thing you can do is maintain your mystery. Every life is complicated, every mind a kingdom of unmapped mysteries.' — I am the mysterious woman. Only a few people know me, who are close to our family. Because of a tragedy in our family my hidden personality emerged. — Nagagalit ako gusto ko syang patayin. Para maranasan nya ang sakit na naramdaman namin ng kakambal ko at ang bunso kong kapatid nang mawala ang magulang namin. — Isang tao noon na tinulungan namin ng kakambal ko ang nagbalik. Isang gabi na nagbunga ng dalawang angel sa buhay ko naging masaya ako kahit wala na ang magulang namin. ----- Isang lalaking minahal ako at tinanggap nya kung ano ang nakaraan ko. Sya na ba ang 'THE ONE' ko? — The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day. – Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries. — One of the twin child of Kenchie Swellden and Jia Li-Swellden, Jinchi Ayana Li Swellden story. Copyright 2017 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.