''Whatever you wan't is to be Princess'' he answered.
Wow...Just wow he is so hot, when he talk's like that!.
''What if i wan't you to be Milkman? or better Tiger? i think Tiger is good it suit's you''i whispered.
''As much as i would like you to call me Tiger it's better if you know my real name'' He chuckled.
''So what is it?''i asked.
''Razor'' he answered.
''Razor like Razor blade?'' i questioned.
''Yeah like Razor blade baby''he purred.
''You know i used to like Razor blade's, i even used to have one, but then Charlie and Sasha found it and took it away'' i rumbled.
''Why would you need a blade Princess?'' he growled angrily.
i shook my head.
''Princess'' he growled.
''You know i used to draw with them'' i answered.
''Where Princess?'' he asked getting inpatient, while gripping my wrist's harder.
''On my wrist's'' i answer whimpering from the pain on them, since his gripping them like a caveman.
He quickly let's go realising that his hurting me.
''I'm sorry Princess'' he mumbles.
''Yeah it's fine'' i murmur.
''What is that Princess?'' he ask's looking at my eyes.
''What?'' i ask confused.
''Take of your mask sweetheart'' he demand's.
''W..What? n..no i...i..i never! i don't want you seeing it!'' i struggle.
''Don't want me seeing what?'' he ask's.
''M..my face'' i whisper.
He growled angrily. ''What do you mean you don't want me seeing your face?''
I stayed silent.
''Baby i'm gonna ask you one more time, next time i will take it off myself, Now take of your mask'' he whispers.
I just shook my head acting like a child.
Suddenly his hand's touched my face snatching the mask off. I gasped and quickly turned my head away creating a curtain from my hair.
''Princess show it'' he demanded.
''Promise he won't see this!'' i demanded.
''What?'' he asked confused.
''Promise me that Ace won't see this!'' i growled.
He stayed silent for a minute probably thinking about it, or talking with Ace.
After 2 minute's he finally spoke.
''I promise'' he whispered.
''You sure?'' i asked.
''I said i promise, and when i promise i never brake it'' he stated.
I took a deep breath, trying to control my heartbeat. I was about to show him myself. My ugly self. Those red bloodshot eyes of a monster, those black as night hair. The pale as moon skin. What would he think of me? will he think i'm a monster? will he laugh? maybe he will say that i deserved the curse, or maybe he will understand?.
I slowly turned my head toward's Razor felling nervous. I have never felt like this before. I was alway's the most beautiful girl, who seemed perfect to everyone. Boy's threw them selfs at me, girl's wanted to be me. But here i am now standing on front of someone and felling scared to show my face, but he isn't just a someone no he is my mate. Someone who's opinion is more important than thousand's pf people's.
I slowly turned my head toward's him, and looked up.
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The Cursed Beauty (ON HOLD)
Romance#2 In Wearwolf "You think you can control me? You think you have the power to control me? I'd rather die than let a manipulate and narcissistic bi*h like you even think about telling me what to do!" Something clicked in me. An evil smile played on...
