When Red Roses Die

I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a gre...

Promised To A Demon

The man left her side and seated himself in a tall backed leather chair behind the desk. He pushed himself in then rested his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers and looking directly at the girl. Kit felt the crushing weight of the mans stare, the bright yellow eyes he possessed pinning her down with predator...