Cult

His fingers clench tightly around my cuffed wrists. "I don't know whether to murder you or fall in love with you," he whispers. I look into his iridescent green eyes. "Either way you'll cause me pain." **NOTE: story has been discontinued Atlantis94 All Rights Reserved © 2014 Cover art: @SeranadingHarry

Disarming Dakota | ✓

Why wasn't I moving anymore? I'd gone still, muddled as what I should do. My eyes swept up off my body and on to the boy, catching a breath in my throat when he smirked in my direction, flicking two fingers two in the air. "Hi," I read his lips. Helplessly, I become entangled in his soft spoken greeting, taking the fi...