I've never been 'bad'. I mean, I've gotten in trouble before for reading during class or reading during gym but that didn't make me a bad kid. But unlike what most parents would want, my family didn't want me to be good.
Good means unusual. Good means that I'm not part of the in crowd of my species. There isn't supposed to be a good demon.
But here I was, at last. Forced to haul my butt to find one of my brothers from another random bar when all I wanted to do is curl up with a Percy Jackson book on my bed. The plan was go in as fast as I can and then leave as fast as I can.
But what wasn't supposed to happen was for me to get stuck in between three angels in some strange car heading to where ever they lived so I could 'get better'. Oh, I also forgot to mention in the time span of me arriving to the club and me getting into some strangers car, I have seemed to have ended up with a sizeable bump on my head and an alcohol soaked shirt.
What has my life come too?
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Bad Angels, Good Demon
Romance********************************************* Justin Daugh had never been a bad kid. He's never drank, done drugs, cheated in any form or even fought with someone. Maybe that's good, maybe it was too good. But good isn't the right thing...
