"Who are you?" her voice sounded like that of an angel or how I would imagine it to be. "D'Artagnon." "That's a pretty name," she yawned lightly. "What's yours?" "Scarlette." "Scarlette. Your mine now," a slight hint of possesiveness entered my voice. I will see you again, Scar. I will make you mine completely. I will...
Was Originally: My parents sold me, to my dead brother new best friend. My brother disappeared when I was eight, after a while we just assumed that he was dead. On my eighteenth birthday my life fell apart as my dead brother turned out to be not dead at all. What's worse was that my parents did something that I will...