Secrets

Prologue

Paris, France.
1819.

It was a wet and dreary Sunday afternoon. A boy with black hair and beautiful golden eyes, sat at a table at a café. He was sipping on a cup of black coffee while reading the Sunday paper. Suddenly a woman with long brown hair that reached her mid-back approached the boy.

"What do you want, Stella," asked the boy who never once looked up from the paper.

"Just came to say 'Hi'," she said sitting down in the chair beside him. "Lovely weather. Don't you think," she asked, moving her hand up his thigh.

"Stop that," he said in a demanding tone, still not looking up from the paper.

She didn't stop.

"I said STOP," he yelled the last part. He finally looked up from the paper.

She gulped. "Oh come on Lucy...Loosen up. Hehe," she said while giggling at the pun (if you wanna call it that) she just made, shortening his name. She still didn't stop.

"The name's Lucifer. And I suggest you quit before you do something you'll regret." He looked back at the paper. "And we wouldn't want that. Now would we?"

She shook her head at a fast pace. "No. No we wouldn't." She shook her headonce more, but this time it was in disappointment.

"Good. Farewell, Stella." He stood and walked away, leaving Stella with no strings attached.....Or so he thought.

Stella finally stood from her spot fiddling with something between her index finger and thumbs. "Farewell to you too, Lucifer," she said walking away from the table with a smirk on her face.

Hey guys! Sorry for the short prologue. I'm coming up with this as I go, so bear with me, please. This is my first Watty to write. So please share this with everyone; including your uncle's brother's daughter's friend. Feel free to give suggestions on what to put in the story, but please save the negative energy for someone else. Please, and thank you. See you next chapter.

P.S. If you haven't heard that song by TAAR then.....WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!! Where did it all go wrong for you..just listen to it. You won't regret it.