Je suis pas un démon, je suis le diable. Terminé.

"I saw him arrive in his torn denim jacket and it was everything that I hated. Arrogant, provocative, player, he disgusted me. Still, I had no idea that our exchange wouldn't stop on a simple glance ..." With Avery Jenkins and Justin Bieber Warning: This story may contain vulgar language and sexually explicit passages. (Any copy will be reported and punished, on Wattpad or even on another sites)