The One that "left"

The One that "left"

  • WpView
    Reads 4
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing5m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 20, 2020
You think you know everything about a person just by looking at them but the truth is that not even the person itself knows everything about themselves. And by the way, who exactly said that we have to be all the same.... that would be just B.O.R.I.N.G I am a devil and this is my "wicked" story!.... Attention: many Chapters contain strong language! There will be a lot of swearing and some violence. This story is not recommended to people who are not confortable with this or sensitive to this.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • She is Fatal to Death (Standalone Story)
  • Michikosama
  • A Manager From Heaven (girlxgirlxgirl)
  • Nightwalker
  • Ghost In The Snow
  • The Princess's Affection
  • To Raise the Dead- Book Three
  • Forever alone(complete)
  • The Devils Daughter
  • Bite Me, Love. (COMPLETED)

She's dead by the third chapter. Okay, it's a bit more complicated than that. Okay, it's A LOT more complicated than that. Renata wants nothing more than to pay her bills through her mildly boring office job and figure out whether she is still in love with her best friend. The latter half of that desire is just a sneak peak into her messy life-and it's only getting messier. Considering the paranormal world she is about to dive head first into, she will come to realize that figuring out her heart may just be the easiest part of this journey. Well, the endless supply of supernatural hotness in this story may beg to differ-but that's besides the point. Either way, it's gonna be a killer time ;) EXCERPT Chicken tacos it is. Right as Renata grabbed the ingredients, she turned to put them next to the stove, where a clean, plastic cutting board awaited. But as she moved, she was confronted by a stranger, an intruder, standing mere inches from her. Before she could scream, he was on her, slamming her against the fridge. Her back flashed with sharp pain. Her eyes pricked with fear as she drank in his uncovered face. Deeply tanned skin. Ruby red eyes-ruby red eyes? Thick, slashing eyebrows. Flat, broad nose. Buzzcut. Handsome. That was as far as she would go in complimenting him considering this guy held a knife to her throat. When he spoke, his voice came out like thunder. It held a thousand threats and a thousand secrets. It held promise of pain if provoked. "If you scream," he warned, mouth pulled in a slight snarl, "this ends quickly." She didn't dare nod against the blade. He noticed and amusement lit up for just a second in those devilish eyes. Oh, whoever the fuck this was, she already hated him. Considering her predicament, panic was the most prominent emotion coursing through her at the moment. "Good." He removed his hand "Now you're going to answer my questions." °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines