If people could witness the evil they harbour within their heart on the mirror instead of their appearance, they wouldn't touch another mirror for the rest of their life.
He was a player.
He fucked women for his amusement.
He was the master of the game.
She was just an ugly, pitiful human being.
She held the key to his much wanted victory.
He will play her, make her fall for him and when she does; he will shatter her.
This was a game he was sure to win.
What could possibly go wrong?
I started this story without any sort of writing experience in English, any sort of view or goals.
I just like writing and that's what I did.
I never thought that by the time I complete this story, it would have almost 40 reads.
This story is really close to my heart. I might write many in the future but……