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Prologue

-FLASH BACK-

"Marina! Marina!" A gruffly voice called out.

"Wait a sec, gramps!" After a few seconds, a brunette appeared, breathing raggedly.

"Marina, I have something important to tell you."

Brown orbs flickered with curiosity. "What is it,, gramps?"

The old man pondered for a moment before proceeding. "Eh, Marina, listen very carefully. Promise me, no matter what I will say to you, you will understand."

"…"

"Promise me, Marina."

"Yes. Yes. Don't worry grandpa, I will. I promise." She said reassuringly, holding her grandpa's hand to guarantee.

"Since, my death is eventually nearing…" He coughed. "I have found an exceptionally compassionate household that will willingly look after you, Marina. They've agreed to adopt you."

Brown eyes widened in shock. "Wh...What? Why? I won't leave you alone, grandpa! Never! You're in an extremely critical state! I couldn't bear to leave you like that, I just couldn't!" Tears threatened to flow out.

"You just promised me that you will understand…" He pointed out.

"But—"

"You shouldn't break your promise, Marina. Don't worry about me. God is there to take care of me. Plus there are our thoughtful neighbors! So, don't worry."

"Grandpa—"

"Besides, the Smith's are truly kind and considerate. They're very happy to have someone like you enter the family. You'll definitely like it there." The old man tried to convince her.

Tears fell from the innocent orbs of the young girl. She shook her head repeatedly in disagreement.

"Marina, this is for your own sake!"

"But how about you!?"

"I'll be happy here. Please do this one thing for me."

"Grandpa…"

"For my happiness."

Brown eyes widened.

"Go on now."

-FlLASH FORWARD-

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Genre: Romance and maybe tragedy (idk yet)

Hey, uh this is gon be like step sibling love, although their not really siblings. Idk what to call it  so if ya don't like that typa stories, I won't mind if ya don't read 

Love Riri 

 

Bright lights weaved marvelously from the bustling streets.

The night ensuing as droplets of snow twirled down bit by bit, settling into the ground like sparkling crystals.

Shops, restaurants, cafes, shops and fashion brand-lined streets were packed with busy, uncaring individuals, young people in particular.

A lone brunette was pacing aimlessly along the nightlife district. Her gloved hands, stuffed inside the pockets of her red winter cloak. Stacks of snow occasionally amassed on her black Fedora hat. Her black leather boots clicked with the ground every time she took a step. Her breath creating gray hazes in the air.

The girl stopped abruptly and sighed. Brown locks covered the upper portion of her face, covering her eyes. She lifted her face and looked in to the sky. Beautiful, brown pupils with dark specks came into view, anxiety and weariness surfacing.

What a cruel day. She thought as she sighed for the umpteenth time.

Indeed, it was a cruel day for Marina Mathew.

Luck evaded her.

With a poor sense of direction, an empty pocket and an empty stomach, it became strenuously difficult for Marina to locate the Smith household. She had been like this for hours, wandering futilely around the vast city. This was so unexpected, really. Upon leaving her hometown, everything seemed new to her. This was an unfamiliar place—she was so foreign to this land. She tried asking random strangers for direction but it seemed that they're too busy to entertain the girl.

Nevertheless, these mischievous misfortunes did not dishearten the free-spirited, optimistic Marina Mathews.

Fists clenched. "I can do this." Marina said determinedly as she began to walk, every step amplified her will and determination.

Marina took a neatly folded piece of paper inside the pocket of her red cloak. She swiftly unfolded it and looked for an idly nice person to ask.

Now, let's see. Who here looks approachable and friendly? She thought to herself as she brought a finger to her soft, plump cheek.

Everyone was so busy, pretty hooked up with their own personal lives. Well, except for one.

Except for an exceptionally beautiful young man. Blonde locks, frosted sapphire eyes. He was incredibly charming, beyond explainable. Marina pictured him as a prince in some epic fairytale from a far, faraway kingdom. His splendid features reminded her of royalty. He was beautiful, beyond doubt. Heck, he was prettier than any other girl she had seen today.

How could a man look so pretty? Boy, he's even prettier than me! Marina thought incredulously.

But despite his feminine facial features, his sexual appeal and manly appearance transcends that impression. His charm can make any girl fall head over heels for him. She, too, was unexpectedly drawn into his sweet charm. Those mesmerizing cerulean eyes, so inviting.

Marina stared hard. He stared harder.

She almost forgot her motive, almost. Fortunately, she was still sane enough to remember.

Great, Marina. You almost forgot your purpose. Just great. Now, ask him already! Marina mentally scolded herself.

Marina inhaled a great deal of air to boost her confidence. She gracefully approached the beautiful young man with little, measured steps. As soon as the distance was roughly inches away, she instantly bowed her head and raised a piece of paper, clutched by both of her hands, to him.

"Umm…excuse me, mister, but are you familiar with this address?" She asked hopefully. Her head still bowed down.

The blonde curiously looked at the piece of paper. "Do you mean, you're looking for the Smiths?"

Upon hearing the word Smith, Marina raised her head, too immediately though. "Yes! Yes!!" She replied too quickly.

This surprised the blonde. Perhaps, another fan girl of Nathan. He presumed. Well, that presumption became his instinct already. After all, he is Richie Andrews, the best friend of the highly popular, Nathan Smith. By now, Richie was fully accustomed to the rabid, maniacally screaming fan girls. He even earned some fan girls as well.

"So, you're a fan of Nathan, eh?" Richie assumed.

"What? Who's Nathan?" Asked Marina.

It was another surprise to Richie. "You don't know who Nathan is?"

"No." She said, matter-of-factly.

"Just so you know, he's a Smith."

"R-really?" Brown eyes widened. "Is he popular?"

Richie smiled. It was funny, how this brunette caught his attention that easily. She was simple, yes. But her cute, innocent face, in someway amused him. His thoughts were snagged the moment she passed by his way. Her pure beauty managed to break into his mind and disrupt whatever he was thinking. The more he looked at her, the more he got fascinated.

In addition to his amusement, this girl definitely was surprising. Her naivety and ignorance to Nathan Smith was a total revelation for Richie. There was no way a girl in Australia could ever miss out Nathan Smith's popularity! It was insane!

Yet, here it was. In front of him, was a girl oblivious of the infamous Smith. She was not the oh-my-gosh-Nathan-I'm-gonna-drool-you're-so-hot type of girl.

Heck, she doesn't even have the slightest idea of who Nathan was! She was an extraordinary girl, unlike any other.

"Um, mister…is he popular?" She repeated her question.

"You'll see." He reached out to grasp Marina's wrist, clutching it with gentleness yet with security. "I'll take you there."

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Haha thanks Kayla 

 

Marina flushed at the sudden contact with a stranger, a beautiful stranger. So, she didn't mind. However, it was too early for her to trust a stranger. "Mister, thank you. But you don't have to do this for me, really."

"It's far too dangerous for a girl like you to go there alone."

"Oh. Will it be okay for you? I might be taking your time." Long lashes overshadowed her chocolate orbs.

"It's no big deal."

"Mister, by the way, what's your name, eh?" Looking up, huge eyes staring at him. Her smile, warming.

"Richie Andrew." He smiled back. "And you, miss?"

"I'm Marina Mathew." She bowed timidly. "It's nice to meet you, Mr Andrews."

"No need to be formal, Marina."

Richie started hauling her with gentleness, with security. Marina, on the other hand, followed him quietly, letting him lead the way, completely betrothing her fate into his hands. Crossing the other side of the road, Richie retraced their steps for a short distance. They turned left, along the side streets paved beautifully with concrete circles.

Their strangely strange journey was quite silent, no word of conversation initiated between the two strangers. However, their hands were still ajoint, bound with connection of trust and of belief.

Marina surveyed the area with scrutiny. The heart of love hotels, bars, clubs and disco halls. Where love and one night stands occur like it's a widespread custom. Italian facades and Verona style balconies were mockingly, romantically built there, aligned with the most popular love hotels in Australia. Attractive billboards and signs attracting customers, sex anthems being shamelessly lewd and advertised.

Indeed, it would be difficult for her to venture here alone.

Because she wouldn't be able to get out of here alive.

Not until she's harassed, violated and raped.

Thumping, pounding. Sounds of sex.

Songs with heavy sexual innuendos. Of love, of eroticism, of seduction, of sex, pure sex.

Bodies turned on. Bodies hyped up with the beat. Techno music with anthem librettos.

Grinding bodies. Grind, grind, grind. Uh. Screams of pleasure.

Only darkness can cover the vulgar scene.

All this inside a disco hall.

Marina, cringed in displeasure. It was disgusting. People making out. Couples grinding with each other. Sweats of sex and lust scenting the place.

"Hey, Mr An—, I mean, Richie, why are we here?" She asked, uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I know you don't like this place but can you sacrifice a little?" Richie held her shoulders firmly in assurance. "Just stay here okay? I'll find Nathan."

Marina nodded as he faded into the crowd. After he disappeared, she heaved a deep sigh. Closing her eyes minutely, her head slowly being subjected to a sore headache. The loud thump and beat increased the pain.

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I'm really bothered so here's another update today

 

Her head was being entrapped closely in a cloudy haze that she became totally unaware of a person behind her, eyeing her with sturdy interest. That guy approached her in even, polished steps as he moved in front of her.

Marina staggered in surprise. Her eyes widening as an unfamiliar guy emerged in front of her, smirking sinisterly.

Her mind in haze, she furrowed her brows to premeditate the features of the guy.

An aloof, charismatic young man. Raven locks, deadly crimson eyes. He possessed an air of arrogance, indifference and superiority, beyond explainable.

He seemed like a villain in some epic fairytale from a far, faraway kingdom. A bad guy. A daredevil.

His features were cold and distant. He reminded her of an ice block. He was sinfully handsome. Heck, he was the handsomest man she had seen today.

Marina was enthralled by those red crimson eyes, a flood of red in her vision, the cloudy haze cleared out in an instant. The longer she looked at those pair of hollowness, the greater loneliness she felt. It was scary, it was as if that loneliness could kill her.

She slimly cowered away, not wanting to feel that pain, that loneliness.

But he stepped forward. Reached out, and fastened his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

That moment, her heart rate became sporadic.

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Well this will probably the last update to this story since no one is reading hahaha enjoy my beauties 

 

I lost track and began to write another story, this time not about love  I guess people don't all like my romance fanfics

 

Nathan inched his face closer to Marina's, their noses almost touching.

He was trying to test if this girl will bite in or not. The instance he emerged in front of her, he received no violent reaction from her, which was truly a surprise since every normal girl in their right minds would scream their head off or offer their priced, well-treasured virginity once the great-Nathan Smith came appearing right before their eyes.

Yet, this girl, who just stared at him with huge innocent eyes, was different. It appears that this brunette was totally clueless of who he was. It was refreshing to see and believe that there was still a person alive who doesn't know the highly popular biker who has freakishly awesome moves and more freakishly drop-dead face.

It was odd how Marina managed to amplify his interest, his curiosity.

Auburn hair, chocolate brown orbs, thin nose, pale lips and a porcelain skin. It goes beyond the typical stereotype of beauty. A beauty that can bend his strict preferences. No one ever satisfied his criterion.

And for the first time, he found himself interested.

Marinas eyes, were a big factor. Those huge brown orbs looking at him straightly, as if she can see through him, as if she can understand him, as if she can feel his pain, his loneliness. And the way she stared was electrifying, her eyes mirroring his pain.

"Do you not know me?" Asked Nathan.

Eyebrows met in the middle, forehead creasing. "Who…who are you?"

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So, I'm back and I want to catch up on some that I failed to finish, interested to read? For me to write more?

 

JENNETE!!! Oh, your still on ahaha, lol remember me? Well, my old account was riri_ ? Ahaha it's me rita, woah,

 

Yay!!! One of my old readers ??

 

Yes ahaha ?