Death Incoming.

"What are you?" I asked looking at the handsome man in front of me, watching in fascination as his eyes shone bright red.

"What am I?" He released with a throaty chuckle that made my stomach swirl.

He took one step closer and my heart pounced. He was too close, and too warm. He lifted a finger and ran it down the side of my face before taking a soft grip on my jaw. My brows furrowed from how warm his hands were.

But that went down the drain when he leaned closer and whispered into my ear, my body shivering from the contact of his lips on my lobe.

"Darling, I am hell."



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Simple, innocent, bubbly. . . Its just like calling the name: Anastasia Rhodes. Being a literal ray of sunshine, Anastasia has always lived up to others expectations, no matter what it costs.

What do they say again? Behind every smile there is a story? Yes, that.

Well, there is a story actually, a very rough one. It was one that made Anastasia crave for something nobody wants.

In the dark . . .

At the edge of a cliff. . .

Alone with the night breeze . . .


"I just want to die."


And you know what they say, 'be careful what you wish for.' Because one thing Death is good at keeping, is a promise.