LoOking like a worrior not a devil
My stomach growled. I was hungry since I didn't eat lunch and it was nearly sunset. I wanted to go down and look for something to eat but looking at my reflection I couldn't bring myself to walk outside the room. The bruises on my face and arms looked terrible and they still hurt. Thinking back of what happened made me sick. I was nearly raped, I would have been if Lucian hadn't come in time looking like the Devil.
Fantasy 路 JasmineJosef
Deep and true 馃憤馃徏馃憤馃徏馃憤馃徏
Maybe loving someone isn't always fighting for them, sometimes letting them go is also a way of loving and that she learned the hard way.
Married to the Devil's Son
Fantasy 路 JasmineJosef