One can stand a world full of demon's for the sake of an angel. As I put the blade to my skin, I feel the familiar feeling of the cold metal sliding across my wrist. Lift, place, cut, repeat, lift, place, cut, repeat, lift, place, cut, repeat. It's the repetition I'm all to familiar with, I am so use to the pain I just do it to see if I can feel anything anymore. Patrick is a fallen angel just looking for a way to feel again, when he thinks he lost all hope he meets the most amazing girl. But will he ever work up the courage to tell her about his dark past, and will she understand and stick by him and all his demons or will he be forgotten and let his fears come to life and eat him alive? TRIGGER WARNING Anorexia and Self Harm SMUT WILL BE INPUTTED IN THIS FAN FICTION YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.