histórias de Arthan

(n.) love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.// Archie O'Connor, seventeen-year-old teenager. Nathan Woods, gorgeous eighteen-turning-nineteen-year-old glory. '✶'✶'✶' "I could say the same about your parents, how is it we've never met?" "The exaggeration 'small world' is false, Woods, it's a very large, busy world." Eat that Nathan Woods. "I don't know if I should agree with you, or if I can." Oh yes, yes you should. It's for the best of us, honestly. I shrugged, "It's not that difficult." "Well, what's your name then, huh?" His smirk was disgustingly attractive, and I hated myself for wanting to furiously make out with his face. "Archie," I replied simply, yet my mind thought it bitterly. "Isn't Archie a boys name?" Was he purposely making me feel like punching him in the face? "So what if it is?" If looks could kill, this clown would have already had his funeral. That gorgeous smirk was back again, kicking me in the head a thousand times, shame on me. '✶'✶'✶' Hello, wattpad readers, this is my first published book and I hope it's good enough for your standards, enjoy.

"Jangan pernah membuat seseorang, menjadi Iblis ataupun Tuhan."