"I didn't mean to kill those people," Harry whispered, shaking his head lightly as he stared at his pale hands. The hands that were always stained with dark, putrid blood that smelled of rusting copper and bits of iron. It was like I could hear the screams of the men and women who begged for mercy before their eye...
What started out as a joke in her mind, became any girls fantasy. She never took her mother seriously when she suggested it. Someone like her could never be something more than just an ordinary girl. She wasn't born to be someone important, nor someone who millions of girls looked up to, but that quickly changed. With...
"Darling, this is Paris. If you don't find love here, you won't find love anywhere."