DEVIL'S RACE - H.S

DEVIL'S RACE - H.S

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The days and nights have always been the same in London, with people coming and going from work and pubs crammed everywhere, but something changed on that fateful night that my best friend Lisa convinced me to go with her to "The Hollow", which was a land that housed an old abandoned factory in the suburban of London where clandestine races took place every week and where the Devil himself races. I should have realized that going there would be a bad idea. I was really bored of just serving tables all night and studying in the morning for my art classes and when the invitation came from Liza I didn't think much of the pros and cons about going with her and just accepted and ended up meeting the devil in person. "Who is he?" I asked, pointing to the guy wearing a black jacket with a huge red devil painted on the back standing beside the huge black Mustang at the finish line where smoke and the smell of burning tires were the only scents in the air and the red-haired girl beside me giggled. "He's the devil, darling!" *** WARNING: Contains mature and explicit content! CONTENT WARNING: This history contains vulgar language, mentions or descriptions of violence, blood, abuse, alcohol, sex, drug use, assault and death. TRANSLATIONS AND COPYING ARE NOT ALLOWED! I hope you like it! <3 -A.C Started: November 2021
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I was cuddled on the couch flipping though my channels. Then I rose to my feet and I stood by the window. The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were moving towards me. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees. I flinched as the door bell rang snapping me out of the silence. It must be Logan. I thought. I traipsed to the door as I opened it carefully. What the- I blinked a few times to make sure I'm not hallucinating. I took in the features of the person right infront of me as I looked for words. He was looking straight into my eyes as his wet hair rested on his forehead. "Diana" His voice rang through my ears as I took in his voice and his wet face. "Zayn" I said his name for the first time in a year and that was when everything started changing again.

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