Oh my god. This is not happening, not to me, not now. Shit. I should have never wished for anything. I should have been careful. I look at myself in the mirror. Everything about me seems normal, except for a pair of white wings behind my back. They fell perfectly behind me as if they were there my whole life. But...
We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You sh...