Midnight Tales

Midnight Tales

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Death will come,sorrow will rise, pain will arrive but just for one thing,revenge will never Die! None should worry I only hurt those in relations to my pain. I come silently but when I'm through none know where to look. No one know my name but at the end of the day I'm still called Lady. The Bloody Lady. Rhonda Silvanus a high school student with cold dead eyes and a vibe that says fuck off or die Many girls envy her and others most likely wanna be her, but no one dares approach her because... one weird thing, no one knows her. Her life is always filled with danger and she isn't bothered because she lives for it. What happens when the girl who's never thought about love suddenly has two possessive alpha males (who most likely are out of their mind) chasing her and calling her their...Mate?
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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