Norah
He should have seemed like the prince who existed in those bedtime stories Mom read me when I was too young to know all of them only existed in fairytales. He should have appeared like the prince charming of my dreams with the gorgeous white horse and a handsome, stunning face.
Actually, he did.
Had I not known the darkness behind his gorgeous handsome face, the demon that resided in his black soul, I would have thought him of a savior. But he was a villain in my life, who wanted to break me, ruin me and my existence, to feed off his hunger for vengeance.
The beastly wolf stared at the princely figure of his, watching them with his predatory eyes, anticipating his next move, my existence is completely forgotten in the battle of eye stare. The so-called prince charming's eyes c
