Darkfemineenergy Stories

Thea Willow, a name that people whispered. A name that would roll off of people's tongues so nicely-elegantly. Others around her would talk to her like she was aphrodite, but hell. Wasn't she very close to her. Even with a very short glance into her eyes, men-sometimes even women would seep into her seduction. Her small, hidden hole of sin, temptation, and desire. Soon, Xander Miller walked into the picture. The greeting was accidental-wasn't meant to happen. But fucking hell, he didn't want to leave her life so easily. He wanted to be engraved into her brain, he wanted her mind to constantly chase the thought of him.