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
Two days had passed by and I had a lot of fun. Terra and I went exploring while the guys were out, working.
But now we were all at the Villa, laying in the living room watching a movie.
"This is so stupid." Grey mumbled and we laughed. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour and he winked...

° 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 °