Forbidden Love (Ripple X Darci)

Forbidden Love (Ripple X Darci)

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"You're dead, accused of murder, and you kill people for a living. Yep, sounds perfect to me!" ~Red Winderbelt Being Ripple sucks, especially when you're in love, and having pests for friends doesn't help. He's stuck with an old, psychotic, perverted man that constantly flirts and forces himself onto Ripple, and an eternally twelve year old demon with three people in his head; one of which is tolerable. Pair all that with having to work for a mafia of supernatural creatures and you have a recipe for disaster Being Darci is average. You go to work, get the job done, go home, and take the occasional trip to the cafe. Life is average, there's no pests to deal with, but upon meeting Ripple that all might change. Credit to @CadaburOnelt for the character on the placeholder cover
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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