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

August
"I told you to stay off of my turf, Smith." I said blankly, checking my watch.
"How about I just kill you? Then what's yours, will be mine." He replied and I rolled my eyes.
"Kill me?" I asked, rage building in me as I looked at him.
"You took my life! My family! Everything was ripp...

° 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 °