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 laid in bed, bored. I was home alone because Terra had school and this was my last day of recovery.
I got up and grabbed my phone before dialing his number.
"Hi, Auggie." I greeted as soon as he picked up.
"Victoria." He replied, sounding a bit hostile.
More, anyway.
"Who sh...

° 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 °