There's nothing extraordinary about Vincent Stronghold. Bullied by pesky jocks, living in poverty with his single mom, and working at Best Buy at Walmart. With a loving mother and a great loyal best friend, he couldn't ask for more; he never wanted anything more. But when a group of men in uniform comes to his school...
I am the antagonist. My job is to make you suffer, to make you give up. So then why does it pain me to harm you? What if characters of a book lived in their own reality? The protagonist, antagonist, heroine, love interest, secondary characters, all aware of themselves in the novel, but forced to play their roles. What...
A struggle for free will and the bitter sweet taste of hits and kisses. A mulit chapter jatlas fic ive been working on for a while now. Enjoy B) Trigger warning: Abuse, Blood/Gore, Drug/Alcohol mention, Strong language, Non-con Rated: M