-pic of Ryder at side-
(Prologue)
The streets were dark and it was raining again but that was normal for London and I was walking home from the café. I had just rounded the corner, when I heard a scared whimper come from the alley way. I cautiously turned down the dark and dank alley, when I saw a poor excuse of a dog came out of it dragging it's injured leg. I bent down to scope the hurt animal up in my arms to take home till morning when I could get it to a veteran. Just as I bent down I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and suddenly darkness consumed me.
YOU ARE READING
Strangers or Angels?
FantasyA day that starts out normal and ends with sexy strangers standing over you. Jezebel vanity is walking home one day when her whole life gets changed in one minute. What would you do if you found out that you want always what you thought you were wou...
