Every angel, like me, has an opposite, and that opposite is usually another angel, but sometimes, rarely, their opposite is a devil. That's the story of our kind at least, but I never truly believed it; well until now that is. I looked up at the man that the person in front of me was talking about, Luke, I think his name was, and my heart skips a beat. He is my opposite. His bright blue eyes widen for a second, only to change back to normal. Luke runs his fingers through his blonde hair and smirks mischievously. "I believe you're in my seat," he said sassily in a thick, husky Australian accent. "O-Oh, I'm sorry about th-that," I stuttered. I moved to get up but his slightly toned arm restrained me, sending a burst of bright color through my vision and frantic tingles down my spine. "I'll let it slide, this time" he smirks cockily. I sit back down and collect my thoughts. My opposite is right in front of me. And he's a devil.
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Black/// Luke Hemmings
FanfictionShe is pure, she is kind, she is incapable of hate. She is an angel in human form. What happens when she meets someone that is the exact opposite?
