My Savage Valentine
Ariel Eyre
“Well, if it isn’t little Ophelia Blake.”
His voice was dark like poison falling from his perfect mouth. He had tattoos peeking out of his white button-down shirt.
He looked like sin; that devilish smile could make angels fall to taste it.
But I was no angel, so began my dance with the devil.
I was born in blood and I never escaped it.
Violence wasn’t just my beginning, it became my inheritance. While other children outgrew their shadows, mine only grew darker. I clawed my way toward som...
His voice was dark like poison falling from his perfect mouth. He had tattoos peeking out of his white button-down shirt.
He looked like sin; that devilish smile could make angels fall to taste it.
But I was no angel, so began my dance with the devil.
I was born in blood and I never escaped it.
Violence wasn’t just my beginning, it became my inheritance. While other children outgrew their shadows, mine only grew darker. I clawed my way toward som...