This is like a poetry book, except they don't rhyme. It won't have regular updates. It's just a place to write words. Words that don't get spoken. Words we feel, but don't say. You can read it if you want. But it's more of a book for me than you. I do address you as "Dear Reader", but that's in case I ever decide to publish this hard copy. Please don't criticize or hate, if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. It will go on for as long as I want, so until you see the "Completed Story" tag on it, don't think it's over. Enjoy, I hope this encourages you, or just eases you. Maybe you will come to realize things. All my own work. Do not steal! Cover by me.

A short kind of poetic romance story about the villain and the non-trusting book girl, falling in love. My Promt to get you to read: This is a story about a heartbroken, cold, morally gray, borderline villain, with dazzling brown eyes and wavy black hair; who falls for the girl who has only loved and trusted the men from her books. A girl who is desperate to be loved like the girls in said books. Two shattered hearts becoming one in a wild tail of passion, lust, bonding, and fire.