Blood soaked my clothes and hair and skin, leaving the pungent smell of iron in the air. I couldn't help but look at my victim, therefore, to see a cold, lifeless body, blood leaking out from his throat into a long, thick puddle.
Part of me was screaming in panic. I had to get rid of the body, the blood; everything. No one could know what I'd done; he might call the deal off, and I couldn't afford it, not now. However, I made no movement to dispose of my deed, nor did I make any effort to hide myself from the bright light.
Instead, I could only stand in shock and anger and bitter self-hatred.
I was a killer, a monster... there was no going back now.
And it all started when I sold my soul to the devil.
Helena Jayne Rose, sister of the infamous singer of Guns N' Roses, was always a very religious girl. She wanted nothing more than to be able to give her brother and her band the Rock Star lives that they deserved, instead of having to live and see them live like street rats.
Temptation is a demon that almost everyone succumbs to, even those most graciously protected by innocence... and there's no escape.
So, follow Helena on her journey from a simple, humble life to one corrupted by sex, drugs, Rock N' Roll, and even Satan himself.
You used to love the fairytales , but it was the cold you were afraid of. Sharp cold shivers as you uncovered the cold body of little red riding hood's granny , sweeter trembles when the snow white awoke from the prince's kiss over her own pale and cold corpse . But by the high school prettier princesses walked among you .You saw the gulf between you and those perfect girls , and vowed to stop believing in the fairytales. But the stories were in you as deep as poison of the strongest kind.
If prince charming was real , he would save you , but when you needed to be saved from the unfairness of the world would he come? Would he kiss the poison away ? would he save you from the high castle and your evil step mother ?
Oh Rapunzel , if only he wasn't tangled in another mistress's limbs.
There he was, you knight in shining armor. He saw YOU. And somewhere deep inside you, you knew it was too good to be true. But you let yourself swept after being let down your whole life , because he was the only strong enough to lift you.
So now if you can live like this, say you love him, say thank you. Say, yes honey and get down on your knees and present your body for fucking.
'Kneel , darling. You were meant to be a damsel' they say
What if you loved the feeling of Prince Charming's guts gushing blood on your hands? What if you finally had enough ?
What if you found the light on the wrong side ?
Yes, you were the damsel.....one meant to cause chaos and damage
Welcome to the dark side of the fairytales
(The sequel to nefarious bliss)