💥"I shed innocent blood, you still bring me flowers"💐 💥His Pov💥 I open my eyes due to the gunshots in the air; those bast@rds can't even protect their base. I sigh as my hand reaches my gun, then I head outside. 💐 Her Pov💐 Just got kicked out of the house because of mom again, all the scars she gives me? I'm still living with it obviously. My dad died as a kid so... I'm pretty much fatherless. My feet hurt as I walk on the hard ground. I forgot to wear my shoes. A few years later 💐"Still working as a florist, I do love flowers so I'm not complaining"💐 💥"My mother's birthday is today, I have to get flowers at least. I haven't visited her grave in years"💥 💐Her Pov💐 A guy steps in my shop, he looks pretty chill. Baggy shirt, messy black hair and black cargo pants. He's tall tho, I'll give him that. But he looks like trouble, I've been with my mum long enough to know that. 💥His Pov💥 I almost touched a f##king sunflower! I'm really allergic to those. Anyway, there's a beautiful lady assessing me. From the way she looks at me, she doesn't like me at all. Not that it matters. She talks her voice light"What can I get you?" The corner of my lips lift. "Do you have blue roses?"

RUN. FASTER. NOW. Y/N: Can be anything you want but PLEASE be human 🙏 HIM: Looks like the pic, is a monster I created called Fangas(Don't judge) Fangas: Like a vampire and werewolf and ghost hybrid (As I said don't judge) Story: Y/N got a date to go to the scary abandoned house in the neighborhood and sleep in the bedroom. (He he he) Scared or not....I don't care, Y/N felt a hard muscular body as she rolled over. She wore her glasses(if she has) and didn't see anything.... Y/N: Weird. Him: What's so weird if you are sleeping in my room? Y/N froze, she turned around and saw a hot muscular figure at her back. Any instinct would tell you to run so Y/N obviously did.

In a dim lit room, you were given one choice "Money" or "Love". One piece of land carried your parents, the other the money you made that's enough to build over a million mansions......, The person who caused it you ask? . . . . HIM . . . . . That person who held you when you were sick or sad, gave you advice and scolded you when you were wrong, Your best friend......... I'm too lazy to put anything for both of you so....manage Pic from Pinterest😝