I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

She didn't know that her father was cruel enough to sell her out to the most fearful man in all of England. Let all alone force her to marry the man who could kill anyone without a blink of an eye or a single regret because his heart was ice-cold since (at a young age) the woman he loved broke his heart for another man's money. Many years later, Valentino was the richest and not to mention the most dangerous man in England. If the rumours don't scare you enough, his torso and arms covered in tattoos would tell you. Or maybe the two guns he carries around wherever he goes no matter the circumstances. And if 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 doesn't convince you, how about the fact that he married a woman for the sake of his company, and then got her pregnant (which by the way he was never there for her while she was pregnant until the day his child was born). The birth of his child was an awakening to life. The day his baby was born he felt love and warmth in his once stone heart. He realized - while holding his child - that he must protect it at all cost. Even if that means defeating all his enemies one by one. But in doing so, he needs to keep his wife closest to him, so she doesn't get hurt. After all, she is the mother of the thing he loves the most. ⚑ mature content ⚑ strong language

1 man down, 2 more to go. I blocked a guy's punch, closing my hand around just fist till I could here the cracking of the bones in his fingers, turning to dust. He let out a howl in pain. I smirked, looking at my work: two men sprawled on the floor, blood leaking from the wounds on their faces. Another guy kicked me in the shin but I quickly recovered from the pain and kicked him in the jaw. He managed to grab hold of my foot so I used my surroundings to lift my other leg up and around his neck until I heard him gasp for his last breath. Police sirens wailed through the city and I took that as my sign to leave, watching as the officers gaped at my work from a nearby rooftop. "What the-" "It was Shadow!"

[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)