Bullets By FATE

Bullets By FATE

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The curtains rustled in the wind as the moon broke through a opening in the dark clouds illuminating a mane of midnight hair sprawled over a white silk pillow. He had forgotten how captivating her beauty was, her pureness to his evil. He couldn't help brushing his hand over her porcelain cheek. He should leave... before he wakes her, he thought. The dark figure made his way to the window, the orange glow of his eyes stole one last glance at the angel, before he disappeared back into the shadows. He will have her, nothing dares to stop him...
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''Never mind, I think we are done here." her lips curled and released a terrifying growl. I stood back. "No, we need to talk this out, Aaliyah. I-" Blood lust clear in her demonic eyes. she took a step towards me. "I love you, Aaliyah..." she laughed and threw her head back in amusement. I stopped my thoughts as her head moved and her eyes starred into mine. The way her midnight black hair cascaded down and hugged her pale fragile snow skin. Her big eyes framed with long black eyelashes. The star on her cheek a and the crescent moon next and before her eye. She smirked. "Dearest Harry, some of us are fallen angels, misfits... But," her eyes gleaned as a playful diabolical smirk caressed her violet lips,"some of us are born right in the depths of hell."

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