"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON
|sequel to dEVIL| "I couldn't become the King of Hell if I still cared about you, so I became void."
He walked in, everyone was asking for his name, he just smiled and told them "Trouble" My head spins, I'm pressed against the wall just watching his every move he's way to cool and he's coming this way coming this way. Chapters with ~*insert number*~ have been edited twice
Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza