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⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

⮔ (G)I-dle (ot6)

⮔ Genre: criminal!Gidle, criminal universe, angst, !minors do not interact!, inspired by the "Chicago" broadway musical/movie

⮔ Warnings: Cursing, sugestive, mention of sex, mentions of abusive relationship (please do not read, if it triggers you!), murder!

⮔ Chapters: 7

⮔ Posting: Every Tuesday, after 18 p.m (Brazil)

⮔Summary: The 1920s in the city of Chicago were incredibly prosperous for citizens. Everyone seemed to live in a haze of lust, making them spend and flaunt all their riches. Bars full of Jazz, Whiskey, and cigarettes. Indecent women with their fishnet stockings made good men sin, and forget their wives. At the same time, a wave of crime swept through the city.

Everyone who read the newspapers knew them, and even those who pretended not to, as they believed they were too "cult", knew their names, faces, and the crimes that led them to the much-feared "Cook County Jail" of Cook').

So maybe by knowing their true story, they can have their own understanding of their cases. And maybe, who knows, absolve them of their sins.

⮔A/N: 1° These movie/musical characters were inspired by true stories of 1920s Chicago criminals. But this book is just a fictional work of the characters created, and not inspired by the real women (although their stories are amazing too!);

2° As the story is based on Native American people, but the members are Asian, so in this book, they will be part of a small Asian community in Chicago (so the essence of the story remains the same);

3° The rating is +16/+18, so if you are a minor, please do not interact with this book.

Hi again, it's me, your long-forgotten friend! I have had this story written for a while, but university got me stuck, and since the girls dropped the comeback, I thought "why not?" So please receive "Passional Crime" and also be kind, since English it is not my first language! Hope you have a great time xoxo

Chapters!

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Uh Uh ♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

⍉𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

❤️ (G)I-dle (ot6) x Male Readers

❤️ Gênero: criminal!Gidle, universo criminal, basicamente inspirado pelo filme/musical "Chicago". Menores não interagir!

❤️ Avisos: xingamentos, menção ao sexo, menção a relacionamentos abusivos (por favor não leia, se te faz mal!) Assassinato!

❤️ Capítulos: 7

❤ Postagens: Toda Terça-feira, após 18:00 p.m (horário de Brasília, Br)

❤ Sinopses: Os anos 20 na cidade de Chicago foram incrivelmente prósperos para os cidadãos. Todos pareciam viver sob uma névoa de luxúria, os fazendo gastar e ostentar todas as suas riquezas. Bares repletos de Jazz, Whisky, cigarros. Mulheres indecentes com suas meias calças rastão faziam homens de bem pecarem, e esquecerem de suas esposas. Ao mesmo tempo, uma onde de crimes se alastrou pela cidade.

Todos que liam os jornais as conheciam, e mesmo aqueles que fingiam não, pois acreditavam ser "cultos" de mais, sabiam seus nomes, rostos, e os crimes que as levaram para a tão temida "Cook County Jail" ( 'Cadeia do Condado de Cook').

Mas será mesmo que todos sabem de fato quem elas são? Será que a velha Chicago de 1920, onde todos escondiam seus pecados nas sombras dos holofotes, são mais puros e santos que essas seis mulheres? A verdade é que todas as mulheres da época eram muito mais do que se deixavam ver... em especial seis belas damas, que tiveram suas vidas mudadas viradas de cabeça pra baixo por conta de um sentimento: a paixão.

Dizem, que "os fins justificam os meios", e seus destinos já estão velados: inocentes. As boas moças provaram para o júri que foram obrigadas a agir como agiram... mas e você? Acredita?

Então talvez conhecendo sua história de verdade, possa ter seu próprio entendimento sobre seus casos. E talvez quem sabe, as absolver seus pecados.

❤️ » Essas personagens do filme/musical foram inspiradas em histórias verdadeiras de criminosas dos anos 20 em Chicago. Porém esse livro é apenas uma obra fictícia das personagens criadas, e não inspiradas nas verdadeiras mulheres (apesar da história delas serem incríveis também!);

» Os nomes são das personagens do filme/musical, mas a fisionomia delas serão das membros do girl group "(G)-Idle";

» Como a história é baseada em pessoas nativas dos estados unidos, mas as membros são asiáticas, a base das idols, mas elas nesse livro, elas farão parte de uma pequena comunidade asiática em Chicago (assim, a essência da história se mantém a mesma);

» A classificação é de +16/+18, por tanto, se for menor de idade, por favor não interagir com esse livro.

Chapters !

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Uh uh... ♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

⍉𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

❤️ (G)I-dle (ot6) x Male Readers

❤️ Gênero: criminal!Gidle, universo criminal, basicamente inspirado pelo filme/musical "Chicago". Menores não interagir!

❤️ Avisos: xingamentos, menção ao sexo, menção a relacionamentos abusivos (por favor não leia, se te faz mal!) Assassinato!

❤️ Capítulos: 7

❤ Postagens: Toda Terça-feira, após 18:00 p.m (horário de Brasília, Br)

❤ Sinopses: Os anos 20 na cidade de Chicago foram incrivelmente prósperos para os cidadãos. Todos pareciam viver sob uma névoa de luxúria, os fazendo gastar e ostentar todas as suas riquezas. Bares repletos de Jazz, Whisky, cigarros. Mulheres indecentes com suas meias calças rastão faziam homens de bem pecarem, e esquecerem de suas esposas. Ao mesmo tempo, uma onde de crimes se alastrou pela cidade.

Todos que liam os jornais as conheciam, e mesmo aqueles que fingiam não, pois acreditavam ser "cultos" de mais, sabiam seus nomes, rostos, e os crimes que as levaram para a tão temida "Cook County Jail" ( 'Cadeia do Condado de Cook').

Mas será mesmo que todos sabem de fato quem elas são? Será que a velha Chicago de 1920, onde todos escondiam seus pecados nas sombras dos holofotes, são mais puros e santos que essas seis mulheres? A verdade é que todas as mulheres da época eram muito mais do que se deixavam ver... em especial seis belas damas, que tiveram suas vidas mudadas viradas de cabeça pra baixo por conta de um sentimento: a paixão.

Dizem, que "os fins justificam os meios", e seus destinos já estão velados: inocentes. As boas moças provaram para o júri que foram obrigadas a agir como agiram... mas e você? Acredita?

Então talvez conhecendo sua história de verdade, possa ter seu próprio entendimento sobre seus casos. E talvez quem sabe, as absolver seus pecados.

❤️ » Essas personagens do filme/musical foram inspiradas em histórias verdadeiras de criminosas dos anos 20 em Chicago. Porém esse livro é apenas uma obra fictícia das personagens criadas, e não inspiradas nas verdadeiras mulheres (apesar da história delas serem incríveis também!);

» Os nomes são das personagens do filme/musical, mas a fisionomia delas serão das membros do girl group "(G)-Idle";

» Como a história é baseada em pessoas nativas dos estados unidos, mas as membros são asiáticas, a base das idols, mas elas nesse livro, elas farão parte de uma pequena comunidade asiática em Chicago (assim, a essência da história se mantém a mesma);

» A classificação é de +16/+18, por tanto, se for menor de idade, por favor não interagir com esse livro.

Chapters !

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

⮔ (G)I-dle (ot6)

⮔ Genre: criminal!Gidle, criminal universe, angst, !minors do not interact!, inspired by the "Chicago" broadway musical/movie

⮔ Warnings: Cursing, sugestive, mention of sex, mentions of abusive relationship (please do not read, if it triggers you!), murder!

⮔ Chapters: 7

⮔ Posting: Every Tuesday, after 18 p.m (Brazil)

⮔Summary: The 1920s in the city of Chicago were incredibly prosperous for citizens. Everyone seemed to live in a haze of lust, making them spend and flaunt all their riches. Bars full of Jazz, Whiskey, and cigarettes. Indecent women with their fishnet stockings made good men sin, and forget their wives. At the same time, a wave of crime swept through the city.

Everyone who read the newspapers knew them, and even those who pretended not to, as they believed they were too "cult", knew their names, faces, and the crimes that led them to the much-feared "Cook County Jail" of Cook').

So maybe by knowing their true story, they can have their own understanding of their cases. And maybe, who knows, absolve them of their sins.

⮔A/N: 1° These movie/musical characters were inspired by true stories of 1920s Chicago criminals. But this book is just a fictional work of the characters created, and not inspired by the real women (although their stories are amazing too!);

2° As the story is based on Native American people, but the members are Asian, so in this book, they will be part of a small Asian community in Chicago (so the essence of the story remains the same);

3° The rating is +16/+18, so if you are a minor, please do not interact with this book.

Hi again, it's me, your long-forgotten friend! I have had this story written for a while, but university got me stuck, and since the girls dropped the comeback, I thought "why not?" So please receive "Passional Crime" and also be kind, since English it is not my first language! Hope you have a great time xoxo

Chapters!

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

Pop!

❤️ Chapter: POP!

❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem

❤️ Words: 849

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.

Pop!

No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.

But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.

Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.

I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…

Pop!

Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.

But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.

Pop!

As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.

"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.

"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"

I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.

Pop!

Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.

As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.

Pop!

Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!

Pop!

"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.

"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"

Pop!

Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.

Pop!

And this one too.

Pop!

He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.

I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.

"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"

Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.

Pop!

[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]

Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.

It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.

Your age?

24 years

Why were you arrested?

Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.

And what is your motivation?

The fucking bubble gum!

And how do you declare yourself?

Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!

⍉𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

❤️ (G)I-dle (ot6) x Male Readers

❤️ Gênero: criminal!Gidle, universo criminal, basicamente inspirado pelo filme/musical "Chicago". Menores não interagir!

❤️ Avisos: xingamentos, menção ao sexo, menção a relacionamentos abusivos (por favor não leia, se te faz mal!) Assassinato!

❤️ Capítulos: 7

❤ Postagens: Toda Terça-feira, após 18:00 p.m (horário de Brasília, Br)

❤ Sinopses: Os anos 20 na cidade de Chicago foram incrivelmente prósperos para os cidadãos. Todos pareciam viver sob uma névoa de luxúria, os fazendo gastar e ostentar todas as suas riquezas. Bares repletos de Jazz, Whisky, cigarros. Mulheres indecentes com suas meias calças rastão faziam homens de bem pecarem, e esquecerem de suas esposas. Ao mesmo tempo, uma onde de crimes se alastrou pela cidade.

Todos que liam os jornais as conheciam, e mesmo aqueles que fingiam não, pois acreditavam ser "cultos" de mais, sabiam seus nomes, rostos, e os crimes que as levaram para a tão temida "Cook County Jail" ( 'Cadeia do Condado de Cook').

Mas será mesmo que todos sabem de fato quem elas são? Será que a velha Chicago de 1920, onde todos escondiam seus pecados nas sombras dos holofotes, são mais puros e santos que essas seis mulheres? A verdade é que todas as mulheres da época eram muito mais do que se deixavam ver... em especial seis belas damas, que tiveram suas vidas mudadas viradas de cabeça pra baixo por conta de um sentimento: a paixão.

Dizem, que "os fins justificam os meios", e seus destinos já estão velados: inocentes. As boas moças provaram para o júri que foram obrigadas a agir como agiram... mas e você? Acredita?

Então talvez conhecendo sua história de verdade, possa ter seu próprio entendimento sobre seus casos. E talvez quem sabe, as absolver seus pecados.

❤️ » Essas personagens do filme/musical foram inspiradas em histórias verdadeiras de criminosas dos anos 20 em Chicago. Porém esse livro é apenas uma obra fictícia das personagens criadas, e não inspiradas nas verdadeiras mulheres (apesar da história delas serem incríveis também!);

» Os nomes são das personagens do filme/musical, mas a fisionomia delas serão das membros do girl group "(G)-Idle";

» Como a história é baseada em pessoas nativas dos estados unidos, mas as membros são asiáticas, a base das idols, mas elas nesse livro, elas farão parte de uma pequena comunidade asiática em Chicago (assim, a essência da história se mantém a mesma);

» A classificação é de +16/+18, por tanto, se for menor de idade, por favor não interagir com esse livro.

Chapters !

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

Pop!

❤️ Chapter: POP!

❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem

❤️ Words: 849

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.

Pop!

No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.

But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.

Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.

I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…

Pop!

Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.

But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.

Pop!

As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.

"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.

"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"

I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.

Pop!

Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.

As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.

Pop!

Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!

Pop!

"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.

"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"

Pop!

Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.

Pop!

And this one too.

Pop!

He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.

I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.

"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"

Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.

Pop!

[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]

Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.

It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.

Your age?

24 years

Why were you arrested?

Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.

And what is your motivation?

The fucking bubble gum!

And how do you declare yourself?

Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

⮔ (G)I-dle (ot6)

⮔ Genre: criminal!Gidle, criminal universe, angst, !minors do not interact!, inspired by the "Chicago" broadway musical/movie

⮔ Warnings: Cursing, sugestive, mention of sex, mentions of abusive relationship (please do not read, if it triggers you!), murder!

⮔ Chapters: 7

⮔ Posting: Every Tuesday, after 18 p.m (Brazil)

⮔Summary: The 1920s in the city of Chicago were incredibly prosperous for citizens. Everyone seemed to live in a haze of lust, making them spend and flaunt all their riches. Bars full of Jazz, Whiskey, and cigarettes. Indecent women with their fishnet stockings made good men sin, and forget their wives. At the same time, a wave of crime swept through the city.

Everyone who read the newspapers knew them, and even those who pretended not to, as they believed they were too "cult", knew their names, faces, and the crimes that led them to the much-feared "Cook County Jail" of Cook').

So maybe by knowing their true story, they can have their own understanding of their cases. And maybe, who knows, absolve them of their sins.

⮔A/N: 1° These movie/musical characters were inspired by true stories of 1920s Chicago criminals. But this book is just a fictional work of the characters created, and not inspired by the real women (although their stories are amazing too!);

2° As the story is based on Native American people, but the members are Asian, so in this book, they will be part of a small Asian community in Chicago (so the essence of the story remains the same);

3° The rating is +16/+18, so if you are a minor, please do not interact with this book.

Hi again, it's me, your long-forgotten friend! I have had this story written for a while, but university got me stuck, and since the girls dropped the comeback, I thought "why not?" So please receive "Passional Crime" and also be kind, since English it is not my first language! Hope you have a great time xoxo

Chapters!

♡ Pop! ♡ Six! ♡ Squish...

♡ Cicero. ♡ Lipschitz!

♡ Judgements

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

Uh uh...

❤️ Chapter: Uh uh

❤️ Words: 1.417

❤️ Warnings: deadly fall, death, injustice, profanity, blood

❤️ A/n: Hi! Just want to say two things real quick: I didn't had time to see if there's mistakes at the writing, so it probably have a lot, please try to ignore; and I do not speak Mandarin/Chinese, so I also don't know if these words are correct. Please let me know if not so I can correct. Have a nice reading!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!

It's all a big mistake! You can't imagine what they did with two innocent lives. I lost the great love of my life, and the blame still fell on me, as if it were some kind of 傻屄¹ (shǎ bī)!

Liu Yan was the love of my life! We met when we were still kids in Taoyuan County, everyone always said that we were destined to be together. Our families have always been best friends, which means there hasn't been a day in my life when Yan hasn't been there. We knew we had no choice but to like each other, so despite being slightly forced, our friendship has been sincere since the 1st.

We went to school together, we had the same cycle of friendships, and we always told each other everything, but none of that sparked the love between us. Well, my love for him, as I found out years later, was that Liu had always loved me, but I was the blind one.

After a 6-month trip, I realized that he is missing in my life when he is not there. The days seemed endless, and the time zone he was in made our almost endless communication difficult. And I confess that despite being practically dying of homesickness, I only realized my feelings for the brunette when one of our friends wondered if he would find love in the country where he was.

The thought of seeing Liu Yan, my Liu Yan with someone else, doing everything we've always done, not being by my side all the time, without your displays of affection, without your lame jokes…

In the end, we got married, and for our honeymoon, Yan wanted to bring me to the United States, where he had been visiting for six months. And even with my language barrier, I believed in her local language skills and her knowledge of Chicago. If I could, I would never have come.

uh uh!

We had a perfect schedule of what we were going to do that day. Everything perfect. But as we walked across a bridge, Liu noticed that the lake was completely frozen over, which would be an excellent opportunity for us to go skating.

"But we're out of skates" I tried to be rational, but he opened his excited smile, held my face with both hands, and assured me, looking into my eyes "Nothing bad will happen while I'm here, 我的宝贝²! (Wǒ from bǎobèi)"

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Liu then took my hand and led us to that side. I was still very uncertain about the idea, so I took uncertain steps to the edge of the site. I stood there as I watched Yan glide carelessly across the crust of ice.

"Yan, I don't think this is a good idea…let's go, please!" I ask without any courage to step on the ice and try to convince him to get out of there. The shiver that crept up the back of my neck was not from the cold. "宝贝³(bǎobèi)! Nothing will happen! Look at me!" and I looked. But I wished I hadn't.

Uh Uh...

Liu Yan to demonstrate that the ice was firm, took a very strong impulse to jump and roll in the air. That's when I saw, in the most torturous slow motion of my life, he lose his balance and fall backward, hitting his head on the ice.

I then freeze for like five seconds, which felt like an eternity. Immediately the blood that came out of his head, began to spread across that wet surface, creating bloodlines on the ice.

No.

When I look around, I don't see anyone who can help us. Everyone who passed through the bridge was no longer there. There was nobody. I was completely alone, with Liu Yan's body unconscious and losing blood very fast. I had no choice anymore, I was being forced to step on the ice, to reach out to him to help him. But I was stopped.

Uh Uh...

I felt them before I heard or saw them. Two pairs of very strong arms held me firmly in place as I finally made my way to him. They were men and they were holding me and rocking me hard while they were yelling at me, but I didn't understand what they were talking about. I pointed at Liu, trying to make them understand that I should help us, but everything I said only made them squeeze me tighter. I look once more and see other men pulling Liu off the ice, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

My face quickly fills with tears, I thought we would get help, I thought they would take him to the hospital, that they would help us, but my beliefs were quickly proven wrong.

Uh Uh!

"You killed him!" One of the men who held me, squeezed me more, when I tried to reach my husband, I screamed in pain, but he didn't care at all. Another man shouted the same thing at me, but I couldn't make it out right away. I blink then try to clear my mind, and face from the tears.

I need to say I didn't do anything, I need to say it was an accident!

"不! A-a-accident!" I say, pointing to the ice and then to the body full of people wrapped around it. My Liu Yan. I try one more time to get to him, but the men keep squeezing me tighter and tighter, still yelling. They didn't understand me and it started to annoy me. I just wanted to reach Liu, I just wanted to hug him…

"Accident! Accident 二百五! Accident!"

I start pushing and scratching them to let me get to my husband, but that seems to make them even angrier. Liu Yan. I just wanted to get to him, I just wanted to hug him, and remind him that he had to be okay, as he promised me. Prometheus!

Many people started to approach me, I started asking for help, desperately. I just wanted to get to my husband, that's all. I didn't do anything, nothing! They couldn't deny me coming close to his!

Uh Uh...

Even with me shouting profanities to the winds, begging them to help me, nothing made them understand me. All they did was yell at me, shake me, squeeze me, and take me away from him. I was getting exhausted, but I relaxed more when I heard sirens, and even more so when I saw the authorities arriving.

Once again I tried to reach Liu Yan who was still on the ground, but I was stopped. I was forced to watch from a distance, the rescuers reach him, try to revive him, and then cover him with an aluminum blanket. not.

I then grabbed by the police, who continued to shake me, I believe they were asking a question, but I didn't understand them, I couldn't understand what they were saying. I could only see them take the lifeless body of my love.

I was then taken to a police station where I was asked thousands of questions. I only managed to understand when they asked my name and age, and I think they understood me because the frowning man wrote something down when I answered. He asked more questions and repeated them, but my answer didn't seem to be enough. "Accident" and "Innocent" was all I could manage to reply, pissing him off more and more.

I didn't do anything, Liu Yan fell through the ice, and if they had tried to understand me and not condemn me, maybe he would still be alive. Now I would have to live and die with a sentence that didn't fit me. I will have to die, without Liu Yan growing old with me, without being able to give him the family we wanted so much, and without our last moments together.

Uh Uh…

(Glossary)

傻屄¹ (shǎ bī): From my research, in addition to meaning "stupid female reproductive system", it is one of the most used swear words in China, and can mean "stupid cow"

我的宝贝² (Wǒ de bǎobèi): ​​In Chinese, it is translated as "my dear" or "my dear".

宝贝³ (bǎobèi): ​​Can be translated to, "darling" or "baby" in a romantic way

不 (Bù): means "no"

二百五 (Èrbǎiwǔ): its literal translation is "250", but it is understood as "foolish people"

⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

Uh uh...

❤️ Capítulo: Squish...

❤️ ShuhuaxMaleReader

❤️ Palavras: 1.322

❤️ Avisos: Acidente mortal, morte, sangue, machucado, descontrole, injustiça (por que é né),

Não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, não, NÃO!

É tudo um grande engano! Vocês não conseguem imaginar o que fizeram, com duas vidas inocentes. Perdi o grande amor da minha vida, e a culpa ainda caiu sobre mim, como se fosse algum tipo de 傻屄¹ (shǎ bī)! 

   Liu Yan era o amor da minha vida! Nós nos conhecemos quando ainda éramos crianças, na província de Taoyuan County, todos sempre diziam que nós estávamos destinados a ficar juntos. Nossas famílias sempre foram melhores amigas, o que significa que não há um dia na minha vida em que Yan não estivesse presente. Nós sabíamos que não tinha outra opção além de gostar um do outro, então apesar de levemente forçada, nossa amizade foi sincera desde o dia 01.

  Íamos para a escola juntos, tínhamos o mesmo ciclo de amizades, e sempre contávamos tudo um para o outro, mas nada disso tinha despertado o  amor entre nós. Bem, meu amor por ele, pois descobri anos depois, que Liu sempre me amou, mas eu era a cega. 

 Após uma viagem de 6 meses que fez, percebi  falta que ele faz na minha vida quando ele não está. Os dias pareciam intermináveis, e o fuso horário em que ele estava, dificultou nossa comunicação quase interminável. E confesso que apesar de estar praticamente morrendo de saudades, apenas percebi meus sentimentos pelo moreno quando uma de nossas amigas se indagou se ele acharia seu amor no país em que estava. 

  O pensamento de ver Liu Yan, meu Liu Yan com outra pessoa, fazendo tudo o que sempre fizemos, não estando ao meu lado sempre, sem suas demonstrações de carinho, sem suas piadas sem graça...

 No final, nos casamos, e como lua de mel, Yan quis me trazer para os Estados Unidos, lugar para onde ele tinha visitado por seis meses. E mesmo com a minha barreira linguística, acreditei em suas habilidades no idioma local, e no seu conhecimento sobre Chicago. Se pudesse, nunca teria vindo.

 uh uh!

  Nós tínhamos um cronograma perfeito, com o que faríamos naquele dia. Tudo perfeito. Mas enquanto andávamos por uma ponte, Liu percebeu que aquele lago estava completamente congelado, o que seria uma oportunidade excelente para patinarmos.

 "Mas estamos sem patins" tentei ser racional, mas ele abriu seu sorriso animado, segurou meu rosto com ambas as mãos e me garantiu, olhando em meus olhos "Nada de ruim vai acontecer enquanto eu estiver aqui, 我的宝贝²! (Wǒ de bǎobèi)"

 uh uh!

Liu então pegou minha mão e nos conduziu até o tal lado. Eu ainda estava muito incerta sobre a ideia, então fui a passos incertos até a beira do local. Fiquei ali parada enquanto via Yan deslizar despreocupado pela crosta de gelo. 

 "Yan, eu não acho que seja uma boa ideia...vamos embora, por favor!" peço sem coragem nenhuma de pisar no gelo, e tentando o convencer de sair dali. O arrepio que me subiu pela nuca, definitivamente não era do frio. "宝贝³(bǎobèi)! Nada vai acontecer! Olha pra mim!"   e eu olhei. Mas desejei não ter visto. 

Uh Uh!

 Liu Yan para demonstrar que o gelo estava firme, tomou um impulso muito forte para pular e rodar no ar. Foi quando vi, na câmera lenta mais torturante da minha vida, ele se desequilibrar e cair de costas, batendo sua cabeça no gelo. 

 Eu então congelo por uns cinco segundos, que pareceram uma eternidade. Imediatamente o sangue que saia de sua cabeça, começou a se espalhar por toda aquela superfície molhada, criando linhas de sangue no gelo. 

Não. 

Quando olho em volta, não vejo ninguém que possa nos ajudar. Todos que passavam pela ponte, não estavam mais lá. Não tinha ninguém. Eu estava completamente sozinha, com o corpo de Liu Yan inconsciente e perdendo sangue muito rápido. Eu não tinha mais escolha, estava sendo obrigada a pisar no gelo, a chegar até ele para o ajudar. Mas fui impedida. 

 Uh Uh!

 Eu os senti antes de os ouvir ou ver. Dois pares de braços muito fortes me seguraram firme em meu lugar quando finalmente ia até ele. Eram homens e me seguravam e balançavam muito forte, enquanto gritavam comigo, mas eu não entendia o que eles estavam falando. Apontei para Liu, tentando os fazer entender que deveria nos ajudar, mas tudo o que eu falava só fazia com que eles me apertassem mais forte. Olho mais uma vez, e vejo outros homens tirando Liu do gelo, e respiro aliviada. 

 Meu rosto se enche de lágrimas rapidamente, pensei que teríamos ajuda, pensei que eles o levariam para o hospital, que nos ajudariam, mas minhas crenças foram rapidamente provadas erradas. 

Uh Uh!

 "Você o matou!" Um dos homens que me segurava, me apertou mais, quando tentei chegar no meu marido, gritei de dor, mas ele não se importou nenhum pouco. Mais um homem gritou a mesma coisa para mim, mas não consegui compreender logo. Pisco então tentando clarear minha mente, e rosto das lágrimas. 

  Preciso dizer que não fiz nada, preciso dizer que foi um acidente!

 "不! A-a-acidente!" Digo, apontando para o gelo e depois para o corpo repleto de pessoas envoltas. Meu Liu Yan. Tento mais uma vez chegar até ele, mas os homens continuavam a me apertar cada vez mais, ainda gritando. Eles não me entendiam e isso passou a me irritar. Eu só queria chegar até Liu, só queria o abraçar...

 "Acidente! Acidente 二百五! Acidente!" 

 Começo os empurrar e arranhar para que me deixem chegar até meu marido, mas isso parece os deixar ainda mais raivosos. Liu Yan. Eu só queria chegar até ele, só queria o abraçar, e o relembrar que ele tinha que ficar bem, ele me prometeu. Prometeu!  

 Muitas pessoas começaram a se aproximar, comecei a pedir ajuda, desesperadamente. Eu só queria chegar até meu marido, era só isso. Eu não fiz nada, nada! Não podiam me negar chega perto do dele! 

Uh Uh!

 Mesmo comigo gritando profanidades aos ventos,  implorando pra me ajudarem, nada os faziam me entender. Tudo o que eles faziam era gritar comigo, me balançar, me apertar e me levar pra longe dele. Eu estava ficando exausta, mas relaxei mais quando ouvi sirenes, e mais ainda, quando vi as autoridades chegando. 

 Mais uma vez tentei chegar até Liu Yan que ainda estava no chão, mas fui impedida. Fui obrigada a ver de longe, os socorristas chegarem até ele, tentar o reviver, e logo então o cobrir com um cobertor de alumínio. não. 

Sou então agarrada por policiais, que continuavam a me balançar, acredito que eles estavam fazendo alguma pergunta, mas eu não os entendia, não conseguia compreender o que falavam. Só conseguia ver eles levarem o corpo sem vida do meu amor. 

 Fui então levada para uma delegacia, onde me fizeram milhares de perguntas. Só consegui entender quando perguntaram meu nome e idade, e acho que me entenderam, pois o homem carrancudo, anotou alguma coisa quando respondi. Ele fez mais perguntas, e as repetiu, mas minha resposta parecia não ser suficiente. "Acidente" e "Inocente" era tudo o que eu conseguia responder, o irritando cada vez mais. 

 Eu não fiz nada, Liu Yan caiu no gelo, e se tivessem tentado me entender e não me condenar, talvez ele ainda estivesse vivo. Agora eu teria que viver e morrer com uma sentença que não me cabia. Terei que morrer, sem Liu Yan envelhecendo comigo, sem poder o dar a família que tanto queríamos, sem nossos últimos momentos juntos. 

Uh Uh...

(Glossário)

傻屄¹ (shǎ bī): Pelas minhas pesquisas além de significar "estúpido sistema de reprodução feminino", é um dos palavrões mais usados na China, e pode significar "vaca estúpida" 

我的宝贝² (Wǒ de bǎobèi): Em Chinês, é traduzido por "meu querido" ou "minha querida". 

宝贝³ (bǎobèi): Pode ser traduzido para, "querida(o)" ou "bebê" de modo romãntico

不 (Bù): significa "não"

二百五 (Èrbǎiwǔ): sua tradução literal é "250", mas é entendido como "pessoas tolas"

⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

Cicero...

❤️ Capítulo: Cicero

❤️ SoyeonxMaleReader

❤️ Palavras: 1.394

❤️ Avisos: Traição, marido tóxico, briga, Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, tiros, cigarros, sangue, morte.

Não seja tolo. Eu posso até ter gostado de Charlie, afinal, ele sabia bem como apreciar a grande estrela e mulher que sou... O problema, é que ele pensou que fosse uma boa ideia apreciar minha irmã. Como se ela fosse tão excelente como eu...

Cicero!

Eu soube que estava destinada a grandeza desde muito nova, mas tudo começou a levar grandes proporções quando fiz 15 anos. Sim, meu corpo já começara a se desenvolver mais do que das outras garotas, portanto chamava mais atenção dos garotos. Percebi que conseguia alguns favores, se usasse roupas mais reveladoras, e tenho que ser sincera, a sensação de poder que esses pequenos momentos me davam, eram indescritíveis!

Minha irmã, Verônica, não tinha um corpo voluptuoso, mas tinha carisma, charme, e também conseguia algumas coisas ao seu favor, apenas piscando seus belos olhos, e se inclinando levemente. Flertes básicos.

Nosso pai não era flor que de cheire, e nossa mãe não conhecíamos, então tive que começar a trabalhar cedo. Mas nenhum lugar queria uma garota de 15 com rum enorme decote e saias justas para trabalhar. Nenhum, menos o "Chicago's Fire Ball". Comecei por baixo, é claro, mas servir mesas não era pra mim. Então logo tratei de aprender a dançar como as mulher dali, aprendi a cantar, e aí trabalhei meu caminho até o palco.

Cicero!

Tive uma conversa com o dono do bar, e ele me garantiu que se Elô, a "chefe" das dançarinas aprovasse, eu poderia estar no palco. Foi então que tive uma brilhante ideia: o que pode ser melhor que uma eu, dançando? Duas 'eu'!

Naquele dia, voltei pra casa, fiz minha irmã minha cópia - uma versão menos de mim, mas ainda sim, semelhante o suficiente - e a ensinei uma das coreografias que decorei apenas de ver, adicionando acrobacias nas sequências. No dia seguinte, tínhamos um trabalho.

Naquele dia nasceu portanto, "As irmãs Kelly". Duas garotas perfeitas dançando como uma pessoa só. Éramos idênticas, tínhamos uma sincronia perfeita, flexíveis, e além de tudo, éramos gostosas. Ganhamos fama rápido, e então estávamos em todos os bares e clubes que nos chamassem. Dormimos com todos os homens (e até mulheres) até que conheci Charlie.

Cicero!

Charlie virou algum tipo de sócio e acessor. Ele era incrível! Gostoso, boa pinta, ambicioso, e o mais importante: era obcecado por mim. Sempre fazia comentários sobre como eu estava, e como gostaria de "me comer de jeito". É, eu gostava de ser apreciada como deveria.

Então fomos chamados para nos apresentar em um grande bar, e ficamos no hotel mais próximo, o Cícero, só até o show começar. Compramos bebida para comemorar, e ficamos no meu quarto.

Verônica trouxe alguns cigarros especiais, e estávamos aproveitando tudo ao máximo. Conversamos sobre tudo, o que era basicamente nada, para quem estivesse sóbrio, e Charlie deixava seus beijos e apalpadas, evidentes e atrevidas.

Ficamos sem gelo, e como todos sabemos, sou a verdadeira estrela, então deveria ficar ao menos um pouco mais sóbria que verônica, então me voluntariei para ir até o grande galpão atrás do prédio para pegar mais.

Vesti meu roupão e fui. Acabei por demorar um pouco mais que o esperado, pois um grupo de homens me encontrou no meu caminho, e veja bem, eles eram fãs! Não deveria os deixar chupando dedo, ao verem... bem, ao me verem! Os atendi com calma, ri charmosa, deixei que me tocassem discretamente, mas não deliberadamente, os convidei para ire assistirem no bar, e então segui para meu quarto.

Cicero!

Foi quando os encontrei. Charlie e Verônica estavam ensaiando um de nossos números, ao que parece, o número 17, a "águia invertida".

Enquanto Charlie estava sentado na cadeira, com as calças abaixadas, Verônica se equilibrava, com suas mãos nas coxas do homem, cabeça pra baixo, o chupando, enquanto mantinha suas pernas bem abertas, pra que ele pudesse também a chupar.

Cicero!

Dizer que perdi a cabeça é o mínimo. Bati a porta, e empurrei as pernas de verônica, a fazendo cair no chão.

"Que porra é essa?!" Cuspo incrédula. O balde com gelo que estava em minhas mãos, logo voou na direção dos dois, que tentavam se proteger, se cobrir e se segurar ao mesmo tempo, não conseguindo muito de nada.

"Calma Soyeon!" A vadia que divido o palco disse, tirando uma risada sarcástica de mim.

"Calma?! Há quanto tempo que vocês tão fodendo? Hã?!" Confesso que comecei a gritar enquanto jogava tudo que via pela frente nos dois.

"Nós nunca..." Charlie tento dizer, mas tava na cara que era mentira. Eles provavelmente seguiram a sequência de acrobacias, a ordem perfeita. Lembrei que ele carregava uma pistola pra 'nossa proteção', corro em direção da mesma, e assim que a pego de sua mala, aponto para os dois, que tentavam se proteger sem sucesso.

"Soyeon, pensa bem..." Mais uma vez minha irmã se pronuncia, com as mãos levantadas, mas ver sua saia caindo, me deu mais raiva que antes.

"Pensar? Pensa no que? Em como vocês dois estavam se fodendo pelas minhas costas esse tempo todo?!" indago, chocando, inclusive a mim mesma com minha calma exterior. Meu sangue fervia, mas minha mão se mantinha parada como uma rocha.

"Vocês se esquecem que eu criei vocês. Eu criei você." Olho para minha irmã antes de continuar a falar, já decidida do que era necessário fazer. "Fiz de você, uma cópia de mim. Uma cópia bem chula e menos gostosa de mim!" Solto uma risada sarcástica, vendo as lágrimas rolarem pelo rosto de minha irmã, e Charlie claramente calculando quanto tempo ele teria para sair dali.

Não muito.

"Eu sou a verdadeira atração! Sou eu quem eles querem!" Digo, destravando a arma, vendo ambos congelarem no lugar. "vocês sempre foram um atraso na minha vida. Espero que a fodinha tenha válido a pena."

Cicero!

Não sei quantas vezes atirei, mas sei que foi o suficiente pra sujar meu rosto, mais da metade do quarto, e ainda chamar atenção do hotel todo. Preciso ser rapidsa, então praticamente vôo para minha mala, socando todas as roupas que estavam pra fora, pra dentro, e escondendo a arma entre as peças. Visto um sobretudo por cima da roupa, e saio correndo do hotel e corro para o bar onde a apresentação iria... irá acontecer.

Nunca precisei de Verônica, e não vai ser agora que aquela fodida vai me passar pra trás.

Sigo andando, pegando alguns atalhos e becos. Quando chego, estou atrasada, então só posso esconder a mala e lavar as mãos com seus sangues e me apresentar.

Cicero!

Quando chego na coxia do bar, estou atrasada, e corro para poder subir no palco na deixa certa. É quando percebo minhas mãos escuras, sujas e grudentas.

Sangue. Na minha mão. Sangue de verônica e Charlie. Eles morreram. Eu os matei...

Não tenho tempo pra focar nisso, então subo no palco, e sou ainda mais sexy e gostosa do que nunca. O público está mais receptivo do que nunca, consigo sentir tudo. Mas é possível ouvir as sirenes - muitas sirenes - se aproximando do lugar. E eu soube que não teria mais tempo.

Aproveitei cada minuto daquela apresentação, e quando acabo, vejo os policiais entrarem pela porta da frente, e apontarem aquelas armas para mim. No fim, sou levada sob milhares de flashes de jornalistas que chegaram ao bar segundos depois, posso até ser presa, mas jamais perco um só momento sob os holofotes.

Cicero!

[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]

Acho que já chega de enrolação, qual seu nome?

Você não sabe meu nome bebê? Poxa assim vou ficar chateada...

Senhora, por favor, só me diga seu nome.

É Jeon Soyeon, bebê!

E qual a sua idade?

Mas meu Deus! Isso é algo que se pergunte para uma lady? Onde estão os seus modos?!

Sua idade, minha lady?

23, e se deixar esse seu sarcasmo de lado, nós podemos nos divertir, o que acha?

Senhora, por favor, se cubra. Enfim, Por que a senhora está sendo presa?

Por que atirei na minha irmã e no meu marido, mas não se preocupe, pra você sou inofensiva!

E qual foi a sua motivação da senhora?

Os dois acharam que é foi uma boa ideia me trair. Você acha que foi uma boa ideia eles foderem pelas minhas costas, bebê?

Tá, tudo bem...como a senhora de declara?

O que acha? Inocente. Eles deveriam saber melhor que isso!

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

Cicero

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❤️ Chapter: Cicero...

❤️ Words: 1.223

❤️ Warnings: fight, cursing, mention of sex, murder, blood, death

Do not be silly. I might even have liked Charlie, after all, he knew how to appreciate the great star and woman that I am… The problem is, he thought it was a good idea to appreciate my sister. As if she were as excellent as I am…

Cicero!

I knew I was destined for greatness from a very young age, but it all started to take on big proportions when I turned 15. Yes, my body had already started to develop more than other girls, so I attracted more attention from boys. I realized that I got some favors if I wore more revealing clothes, and I have to be honest, the feeling of power that these little moments gave me was indescribable!

My sister, Veronica, didn't have a voluptuous body, but she had charisma and charm, and she also managed a few things in her favor, just by blinking her beautiful eyes and leaning in slightly. Basic flirting.

Our father wasn't a flower that smelled, and our mother we didn't know, so I had to start working early. But no place wanted a 15-year-old girl with huge cleavage and tight skirts to work. None but "Chicago's Fire Ball". I started at the bottom, of course, but waiting tables just wasn't for me. So I soon learned to dance like the women there, I learned to sing, and then I worked my way up to the stage.

Cicero!

I had a conversation with the owner of the bar, and he assured me that if Elô, the "head" of the dancers, approved, I could be on stage. It was then that I had a brilliant idea: what could be better than me, dancing? Two 'I'!

That day, I came home, made my sister my copy - a lesser version of me, but still similar enough - and taught her one of the choreographies that I memorized just by looking at it, adding acrobatics in the sequences. The next day we had a job.

On that day, "The Kelly Sisters" was born. Two perfect girls dancing as one. We were identical, perfectly in sync, flexible, and on top of that, we were hot. We gained fame fast, and then we were in every bar and club that called us. We slept with every man (and even women) until I met Charlie.

Cicero!

Charlie became some kind of partner and adviser. He was amazing! Hot, good-looking, ambitious, and most importantly, he was obsessed with me. He always made comments about how I was doing, and how he would like to "fuck me right". Yeah, I liked being appreciated as I should.

So we were called to perform at a big bar, and we stayed at the nearest hotel, Cícero, just until the show started. We bought drinks to celebrate, and we stayed in my room.

Veronica brought out some specialty cigarettes, and we were making the most of it. We talked about everything, which was pretty much nothing for someone sober, and Charlie kept his kisses and groping blatant and sassy.

We ran out of ice, and as we all know, I'm the real star, so I should be at least a little soberer than Veronica, so I volunteered to go to the big shed behind the building to get some more.

I put on my robe and went. It ended up taking a little longer than expected, as a group of men met me on my way, and mind you, they were fans! I shouldn't leave them thumb-sucking when they see… well when they see me! I answered them calmly, I laughed charmingly, and I let them touch me discreetly, but not deliberately, I invited them to go watch at the bar, and then I went to my room.

Cicero!

That's when I found them. Charlie and Veronica were rehearsing one of our acts, apparently number 17, the "inverted eagle".

While Charlie was sitting in the chair, with his pants down, Veronica balanced herself, with her hands on the man's thighs, head down, sucking him, while keeping her legs wide open, so that he could also suck her.

Cicero!

To say I lost my mind is putting it mildly. I slammed the door, and pushed Veronica's legs, making her fall to the floor. "What the hell is that?!" I spit in disbelief. The ice bucket that was in my hands, soon flew towards the two, who were trying to protect themselves, cover themselves and hold on at the same time, not getting much of anything.

"Calm down Soyeon!" The bitch who shares the stage said, eliciting a snarky laugh from me.

"Calm down?! How long have you guys been fucking? Huh?!" I confess that I started screaming while throwing everything I saw ahead at the two.

"We've never…" Charlie tried to say, but it was obvious I was lying. They probably followed the stunt sequence, in the perfect order. I remembered that he carried a pistol for 'our protection', I run towards it, and as soon as I take it from his suitcase, I point it at the two, who are trying to protect themselves without success.

"Soyeon, think about it…" Once again my sister speaks, with her hands raised, but seeing her skirt falling, made me angrier than before.

"Think? Think about what? How you two were fucking behind my back this whole time?!" I ask, shocking even myself with my outward calm. My blood boiled, but my handheld was still like a rock.

"You forget that I created you. I created you." I look at my sister before continuing to speak, already deciding what needs to be done. "I made you a copy of me. A very nasty and less hot copy of me!" I let out a snarky laugh, seeing the tears roll down my sister's face, and Charlie calculating how long he had to get out of there.

Not a lot.

"I am the real attraction! I'm the one they want!" I say, unlocking the gun, watching them both freeze in place. "you've always been a setback in my life. I hope the fuck was worth it."

Cicero!

I don't know how many times I fired, but I know it was enough to get my face dirty, more than half of the room, and still draw attention from the whole hotel. I need to be quick, so I practically fly to my suitcase, stuffing all the clothes that were outside, and hiding the gun among the pieces. I put on an overcoat over my clothes, and I run out of the hotel and run to the bar where the performance was going to take place.

I never needed Veronica, and it won't be now that that fucker is going to pass me by.

I keep walking, taking some shortcuts and alleys. When I arrive, I'm late, so I can only hide the bag and wash my hands with their blood and introduce myself.

Cicero!

When I reach the backstage of the bar, I'm late, and I run so I can get on stage on cue. That's when I realize my hands are dark, dirty, and sticky.

Blood. In my hand. Veronica and Charlie's blood. They died. I killed them…

I don't have time to focus on that, so I get onstage, and I'm even sexier and hotter than ever. The audience is more receptive than ever, I can feel everything. But you can hear the sirens - lots of sirens - approaching the place. And I knew there was no more time.

I enjoyed every minute of that performance, and when I'm done, I see the cops walk in the front door, and they point those guns at me. In the end, I am taken under thousands of flashes of journalists who arrived at the bar seconds later, I may even be arrested, but I never lose a single moment under the spotlight.

Cicero!

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

I think that's enough rambling, what's your name?

Don't you know my name baby? Damn, I'm going to be upset…

Ma'am, please just tell me your name.

It's Jeon Soyeon, baby!

And how old are you?

But my God! Is that something you ask a lady? Where are your manners?!

Your age, my lady?

23, and if you put your sarcasm aside, we can have some fun, what do you think?

Ma'am, please cover up. Anyway, why are you being arrested?

Why I shot my sister and my husband, but don't worry, I'm harmless to you!

And what was your lady's motivation?

They both thought it was a good idea to cheat on me. Do you think it was a good idea for them to fuck behind my back, baby?

Okay, okay… how do you declare?

What do you think? Innocent. They should know better than that!

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Cicero...

❤️ Chapter: Cicero...

❤️ Words: 1.223

❤️ Warnings: fight, cursing, mention of sex, sex, murder, blood, death, shooting, gun, shooting gun.

❤️A/N: Posting once again since tumblr hates me. But anyway, enjoy!

Do not be silly. I might even have liked Charlie, after all, he knew how to appreciate the great star and woman that I am… The problem is, he thought it was a good idea to appreciate my sister. As if she were as excellent as I am…

Cicero!

I knew I was destined for greatness from a very young age, but it all started to take on big proportions when I turned 15. Yes, my body had already started to develop more than other girls, so I attracted more attention from boys. I realized that I got some favors if I wore more revealing clothes, and I have to be honest, the feeling of power that these little moments gave me was indescribable!

My sister, Veronica, didn't have a voluptuous body, but she had charisma and charm, and she also managed a few things in her favor, just by blinking her beautiful eyes and leaning in slightly. Basic flirting.

Our father wasn't a flower that smelled, and our mother we didn't know, so I had to start working early. But no place wanted a 15-year-old girl with huge cleavage and tight skirts to work. None but "Chicago's Fire Ball". I started at the bottom, of course, but waiting tables just wasn't for me. So I soon learned to dance like the women there, I learned to sing, and then I worked my way up to the stage.

Cicero!

I had a conversation with the owner of the bar, and he assured me that if Elô, the "head" of the dancers, approved, I could be on stage. It was then that I had a brilliant idea: what could be better than one me, dancing? Two 'I'!

That day, I came home, made my sister my copy - a lesser version of me, but still similar enough - and taught her one of the choreographies that I memorized just by looking at it, adding acrobatics in the sequences. The next day we had a job.

On that day, "The Kelly Sisters" was born. Two perfect girls dancing as one. We were identical, perfectly in sync, flexible, and on top of that, we were hot. We gained fame fast, and then we were in every bar and club that called us. We slept with every man (and even women) until I met Charlie.

Cicero!

Charlie became some kind of partner and adviser. He was amazing! Hot, good-looking, ambitious, and most importantly, he was obsessed with me. He always made comments about how I was doing, and how he would like to "fuck me right". Yeah, I liked being appreciated as I should.

So we were called to perform at a big bar, and we stayed at the nearest hotel, Cícero, just until the show started. We bought drinks to celebrate, and we stayed in my room.

Veronica brought out some specialty cigarettes, and we were making the most of it. We talked about everything, which was pretty much nothing for someone sober, and Charlie kept his kisses and groping blatant and sassy.

We ran out of ice, and as we all know, I'm the real star, so I should be at least a little soberer than Veronica, so I volunteered to go to the big shed behind the building to get some more.

I put on my robe and went. It ended up taking a little longer than expected, as a group of men met me on my way, and mind you, they were fans! I shouldn't leave them thumb-sucking when they see… well when they see me! I answered them calmly, I laughed charmingly, and I let them touch me discreetly, but not deliberately, I invited them to go watch at the bar, and then I went to my room.

Cicero!

That's when I found them. Charlie and Veronica were rehearsing one of our acts, apparently number 17, the "inverted eagle".

While Charlie was sitting in the chair, with his pants down, Veronica balanced herself, with her hands on the man's thighs, head down, sucking him, while keeping her legs wide open, so that he could also suck her.

Cicero!

To say I lost my mind is putting it mildly. I slammed the door, and pushed Veronica's legs, making her fall to the floor.

"What the hell is that?!" I spit in disbelief. The ice bucket that was in my hands, soon flew towards the two, who were trying to protect themselves, cover themselves and hold on at the same time, not getting much of anything.

"Calm down Soyeon!" The bitch who shares the stage said, eliciting a snarky laugh from me.

"Calm down?! How long have you guys been fucking? Huh?!" I confess that I started screaming while throwing everything I saw ahead at the two.

"We've never…" Charlie tried to say, but it was obvious I was lying. They probably followed the stunt sequence, in the perfect order. I remembered that he carried a pistol for 'our protection', I run towards it, and as soon as I take it from his suitcase, I point it at the two, who are trying to protect themselves without success.

"Soyeon, think about it…" Once again my sister speaks, with her hands raised, but seeing her skirt falling, made me angrier than before.

"Think? Think about what? How you two were fucking behind my back this whole time?!" I ask, shocking even myself with my outward calm. My blood boiled, but my handheld was still like a rock.

"You forget that I created you. I created you." I look at my sister before continuing to speak, already deciding what needs to be done. "I made you a copy of me. A very nasty and less hot copy of me!" I let out a snarky laugh, seeing the tears roll down my sister's face, and Charlie calculating how long he had to get out of there.

Not a lot.

"I am the real attraction! I'm the one they want!" I say, unlocking the gun, watching them both freeze in place. "you've always been a setback in my life. I hope the fuck was worth it."

Cicero!

I don't know how many times I fired, but I know it was enough to get my face dirty, more than half of the room, and still draw attention from the whole hotel. I need to be quick, so I practically fly to my suitcase, stuffing all the clothes that were outside, and hiding the gun among the pieces. I put on an overcoat over my clothes, and I run out of the hotel and run to the bar where the performance was going to take place.

I never needed Veronica, and it won't be now that that fucker is going to pass me by.

I keep walking, taking some shortcuts and alleys. When I arrive, I'm late, so I can only hide the bag and wash my hands with their blood and introduce myself.

Cicero!

When I reach the backstage of the bar, I'm late, and I run so I can get on stage on cue. That's when I realize my hands are dark, dirty, and sticky.

Blood. In my hand. Veronica and Charlie's blood. They died. I killed them…

I don't have time to focus on that, so I get onstage, and I'm even sexier and hotter than ever. The audience is more receptive than ever, I can feel everything. But you can hear the sirens - lots of sirens - approaching the place. And I knew there was no more time.

I enjoyed every minute of that performance, and when I'm done, I see the cops walk in the front door, and they point those guns at me. In the end, I am taken under thousands of flashes of journalists who arrived at the bar seconds later, I may even be arrested, but I never lose a single moment under the spotlight.

Cicero!

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

I think that's enough rambling, what's your name?

Don't you know my name baby? Damn, I'm going to be upset…

Ma'am, please just tell me your name.

Jeon Soyeon, baby!

And how old are you?

But my God! Is that something you ask a lady? Where are your manners?!

Your age, my lady?

23, and if you put your sarcasm aside, we can have some fun, what do you think?

Ma'am, please cover up. Anyway, why are you being arrested?

Because I shot my sister and my husband, but don't worry, I'm harmless to you!

And what was your lady's motivation?

They both thought it was a good idea to cheat on me. Do you think it was a good idea for them to fuck behind my back, baby?

Okay, okay… how do you declare?

What do you think? Innocent. They should know better than that!

⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉

Julgamentos

❤️ Capítulo: Julgamentos

❤️Palavras: 343

❤️Avisos: Nenhum :)

Os anos 20 em Chicago foram repletos de jazz, fumaça e sangue. Hoje em dia, a história final dessas moças, terminaria de modo bem diferente, provavelmente elas seriam crucificadas não somente pela corte, mas também pela opinião pública, mas nós anos 20, as coisas eram diferentes...

  É de se imaginar, que mesmo confessando seus crimes, elas fossem mulheres presas, mas elas eram mulheres inteligentes e entendiam, que se soubessem como fazer um show, estariam bem, no final das contas. No final, todas (ou quase todas, soberano muito bem como se aproveitar do sexismo da época.

  Com o advogado correto, roupas puritanas, mas com decote e tamanho suficiente pra mostrar seus atributos, tudo o que o júri enxergava, eram espetáculos. Afinal, essas mulheres não seriam capazes de matar alguém de verdade, certo?

  E mesmo que em sua maioria, fossem estrangeiras, e que a sociedade estadunidense da época, realmente não fossem os mais hospitaleiros, apenas uma das garotas acabou na forca. A falta de compreensão na comunicação, em todas as etapas, Shuhua foi declarada culpada.

  Mas que crueldade! Que mundo injusto! A inocente, morta, cruelmente, enquanto verdadeiras milindrosas saiam com homens e mais homens aos seus pés!

  Quanto a Soyeon, teve o melhor dos desfechos... Quando outra mulher foi presa, criaram uma inimizade, que logo se tornou parceria e amizade. Sedentas por fama e mais fama, criaram um espetáculo inteiro sobre suas histórias e passaram o resto de suas vidas, sob os holofotes, e todo o tipo de luxúria que o dinheiro poderia comprar.

As outras, não tinham muito a ganhar ficando onde estavam, portanto, algumas viajaram, se mudaram, e até se casaram novamente. Seguiram com suas vidas, como pessoas muito conhecidas (poderia até usar a palavra celebridade, mas não acredito que seja o termo mais adequado para a situação).

Portanto, te pergunto: a justiça é mesmo cega? Seriam essas mulheres erradas, por usar sua sensualidade e enganar os homens, em nome de sua liberdade? Até quando as mulheres serão vistas como indefesas? E por fim, seria a paixão, o sentimento mais mortal da humanidade?

F I M

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Judgements

❤️ Chapter: Judgements

❤️ Words: 1.658

❤️Warnings: none :)

The 1920s in Chicago were full of jazz, smoke and blood. Nowadays, the final story of these girls would end very differently, probably they would be crucified not only by the court, but also by public opinion, but in the 20s, things were different...

One would imagine that even though they confessed to their crimes, they were women in prison, but they were smart women and they understood that if they knew how to put on a show, they would be fine after all. In the end, all (or almost all) sovereign very well how to take advantage of the sexism of the time.

With the right lawyer, puritanical clothes but cleavage and size enough to show off her assets, all the jury saw was spectacle. After all, these women wouldn't be able to kill someone for real, would they?

And even though most of them were foreigners, and American society at the time really wasn't the most hospitable, only one of the girls ended up on the gallows. The lack of understanding in communication, at all stages, Shuhua was found guilty.

But what cruelty! What an unfair world! The innocent, killed, cruelly, while real milindrosas left with men and more men at their feet!

As for Soyeon, she had the best of outcomes... When another woman was arrested, they created an enmity, which soon became a partnership and friendship. Hungry for fame and more fame, they created an entire show around their stories and spent the rest of their lives, in the spotlight, and every kind of luxury that money could buy.

The others didn't have much to gain by staying where they were, so some traveled, moved, and even remarried. They went on with their lives, as well-known people (I could even use the word celebrity, but I don't think it's the most appropriate term for the situation).

Therefore, I ask you: is justice really blind? Would these women be wrong, for using their sensuality and deceiving men, in the name of their freedom? How long will women be seen as defenseless? And finally, would it be passion, the deadliest feeling of humanity?

THE END