August Villin was a name people feared.

Cruel and powerful, his anger was a storm that never went away.

He was the monster that lurked in all of your worst nightmares, waiting for you to cross onto his dangerous path. 

But the gates of hell swing open and all hell breaks loose,

When they cross paths.

August

Victoria
I waited for the impact, but it never came. I was probably shaking like a leaf right now.
Opening my eyes, he rolled his and tucked his gun away, sitting next to me.
"Am I that hard to trust?" He asked and I nodded, making him roll his eyes again .
"Be more gentle." I told him and...

° Crossing Paths °

°August°

° Ciara °

° Books °

° Her °

° Drunk °

° Trauma °

° Destined °

° Men in Black °

° Intruders °

° Light It Up °

° Rooftop °

° French °

° Introducing °

° Enemies °

° Messy °

° Bruises °

° Purpose °

° Trip °

° There °

° Gravity °

° Clumsy °

° Current °

° Party °

° Affection °

° Better °

° Wreck °

° Kisses °

° Plot °

° Attached °

° Trust °

° Two in One °

° Only One °

° Home °

° Rise Up °

° Listen °

° Skates °

° Odd °

° Obey °

° Stab Wounds °

° Two Weeks °

° Homeless °

° Tingles °

° Caught °

° Snitches °

° Call °

° Chefs °

° Minds °

° Popular °

° Over °

° Mine °

° Never °

° Job °

° Secrets °

° Gentle °

° You °

° Time °

° What °

° Needed °

° Today °

° Tears °

° No °

°Bucket List°

° It °

° Feelings °

° Love °

° Ice Cold °

° Speech °