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Please Do Not Ignore Our Suffering And Leave Us Alone My Name Is Salman Helles, From The Stricken Gaza
Please do not ignore our suffering and leave us alone My name is Salman Helles, from the stricken Gaza Strip. We were displaced from the north of the Gaza Strip to the south of the Strip, and the family was dispersed in tents and displacement shelters. Our situation is very miserable. We do not have any of the necessities of life. We would not have asked for support and donations except because of our dire circumstances. Please donate to me as much as you can and make sure that your donation, no matter how small, contributes to saving us. If you cannot donate, share my campaign on your blog
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Reyna knew she could be intense. She knew she could be scary. She was aware of her talent for making people uncomfortable. But for the first time of her life, she almost felt intimidated. Almost.
You were only supposed to collect intel in a Kingdom facility. The infiltration phase started well, taking the intel was easy, but of course, a random scientist had to pass by and activate the alarm.
Taking the upcoming soldiers down was easy. Torturing the one who shot Reyna was satisfying. It was terrifying how creative you could be with a gun. She knew you could be intense sometimes, but she did not know you could be that violent. Violent to the point that she had to ask you to...
"Please calm down."
She couldn't believe that these words came out of her mouth. And apparently neither did you. You stopped your actions, then looked at her, your pupils dilated and your breathing harsh. She noticed how the veins in your neck stood out.
"He hurt my queen," you said with an offended tone.
Reyna found you adorable and would affectionaly pinch your cheeks if you had more time. She just grabbed your hand and drag you through the corridors of the facility. She then looked back at you when she felt your hand lightly squeezing hers.
"You're bleeding," you said.
"Just a scratch."
You shook your head and tore the sleeve of your top to make a makeshift bandage for her injury. She raised an eyebrow but let you do, knowing how you would stubbornly insist that she needed it. Once you were done, she grabbed your hand again and led you outside where the VLR/T was waiting for you.
"Let's go home, mi caballero," Reyna murmured.
Mi caballero = My knight
Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔
Can you bear the toothache 🥹
The bombing is surrounding us and there is no safe place to go 💔
To the innocent and the merciful, it is about humanity 😞
Save me from the massacres and certain death!! We may not survive in the coming hours 😞
Don't leave me and my family under genocide 🥹
Donate to me so I can escape the hell of war and undergo my surgeries and go to safety outside Gaza❤️
I hope everyone donates 20 or 30 dollars, it will make a difference for us so we can start a new life outside the stricken Gaza, where we cannot afford the travel costs, and the costs of my treatment ❤️🍉🍉
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Damn.
Iso was an attractive guy. Decent and respectful, skilled and humble, gentle and eye-candy. Everything in him screamed 'handsome'. You noticed that when you first met him, and since you two started to date, you were bathing in the warmth of his casual tenderness. He was a master of quality time. And it was by spending a lot of tender moments with him that you discovered one of his many hidden talents : making you flustered.
He did it so naturally, so effortlessly, that he wasn't even conscious of it.
The soft grunts and huffs he let out as your hands skillfully massaged his wide back —was it you or did he really get buffer ?— made you feel like the most wicked being on this universe. You almost drooled when you reminded yourself that you were straddling his hips. The weight of his hoodie on your shoulders and the sent of his cologne teasing your nose slowly made you feel like jelly. Was it how victorian men felt when they had a glimpse of a woman's ankle ?
"Are you good back there ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by the pillows.
Damn.
His voice.
"Shut up," your breath was shaky. "You're not helping."
You kept massaging his back, less and less focused when you suddenly heard him chuckling. You noticed him staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes.
"What ?" you asked.
"Nothing."
In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly pinned down, his fingers teasingly pinching your cheek.
"可爱的," he murmured in awe.
He looked at you with these pretty eyes that you loved so much, powerful but undescribable emotions screaming in his gaze. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were surprised he wasn't teasing you about it.
"Damn," you murmured.
He pressed a soft and reverential kiss on your cheek and resumed on admiring you. You sometimes wondered how on Earth you got lucky enough to date such an amazing person.
Unbeknownst to you, so did Iso.
"Your turn, now," he said with his usual calm tone. "You're tense."
可爱的 — Kě'ài de = adorable.
Hi!! I just wanted to say your work is amazing and I really enjoy reading it! Also as an English teacher, your writing is very good and you don't need to apologize for poor language!!! Keep doing you 💗
Thank you ^^
Even though I doubt I'll ever stop apologizing (I think it's because it's written in my DNA, my brain coding or something), I'm glad my work could be enjoyable.
I'll keep doing me (and my brain) <(￣︶￣)>
Even when she thought you couldn't surprise her anymore, you always managed to catch her off-guard. Deadlock stared down at the tray of food you were carrying before her eyes raised to yours. The delicious smell of food was dancing in the corridor of the dorm quarter and an odd and comforting sentiment of nostalgia gently squeezed her heart.
"What is this ?" she asked with a gruff tone.
The fake pout suddenly appearing on your face almost managed to move her.
"I made you a fenalår and a lefse," you said. "And I brought you some cider."
Deadlock looked at you as if you just came from Mars. She stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting you inside her room.
"You cooked that by yourself ?"
"No," you giggled lightly. "I've got some help from the old viking."
"From who ?" her brows furrowed.
"Breach," you put down the tray on her desk. "Despite being Swedish, he surprisingly knows a lot of Norwegian dishes."
She rolled her eyes and sat down on her desk, trying to ignore the weight of your stare. She still wasn't used to you watching over her. It was oddly comforting, almost too sweet to be real. She did not have to tell you when she felt unwell. You always knew and always have ways to comfort her.
"You know," she heard you say after she took a bite of lefse. "If you still have nightmare, you could sleep in my bed tonight."
She almost choked on her food at your words. Your tone was so casual, as if you just talked about the weather. She turned in your direction to see you standing up from her bed, stretching lightly and walking towards the door of the room.
"What ?" Deadlock coughed.
"Your biometric is already saved on my door," you shrugged as you left the room. "Have a nice meal, Iselin."
No, Deadlock was still not used to this warmth, your warmth. Even though she wasn't complaining, she found herself shyly basking into your warm comfort and tender actions.
