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
We got to the airport and the jet was already there and running.
"Diablo! Who the fuck walks around with only seven dollars in their pockets?" Damon asked and I frowned.
"I do." I said sadly and he looked at me before his eyes widened.
He walked over and hugged me tightly, making ...

° 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 °