˚✧˳ ❝ Or what..? You're gonna kill me? ❞ Five scoffs. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist as every footstep forward he took only tightens his grip. His face inched closer, as if mocking me and my petrified threat. My heart dropped. The devilish look he had after an aggressive moment was terrifying on its own and...
˚✧˳ ❝ Bite me. ❞ He didn't respond, but he maintained to stare daggers at me. A smirk bent its way on his thin lips as the tables turned. Making me the one to back out my neck in defeat as he inched closer again. ❝ Oh, I will bite you. ❞ Five cooed before finally walking away with a pleased, sarcastic smile. ˳✧˚ || F...
❥- CHARLOTTE BEAUMONT is without a doubt; fucked up in the head. Risk factors included being born on October 1st, 1981 which, unfortunately, was the day she just so happened to be born. Reality was hers to mold but her grip on it was loose. Falling into one's own mind was not as fun as it seemed but Five Hargre...