The machine had treads that only the devil could describe its sensation on skin, red paint that the most rouge lipstick couldn't leave a stain on, and a bulb that you wished would shock you. In other words perfection.
The machine had treads that only the devil could describe its sensation on skin, red paint that the most rouge lipstick couldn't leave a stain on, and a bulb that you wished would shock you. In other words perfection.
What if Aaron Warner's sunshine daughter fell for Kenji Kishimoto's grumpy son?
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This fanfic takes place almost 20 years after Believe me. Aaron and Juliette had a Daughter named Emmaline Leila Warn...