Zonnique Pullins of Britain, was born with demonic craft. Her eyes would mysteriously appear red and she could levitate objects by just starring. Her mother noticed her child's behavior and immediately grew frightened. As much as she loved Zonnique, her baby was evil. Her mother sent her off to an orphanage by age one...
In which survival is put through the ultimate test. It is said that the supernatural world was like a thin sheet of glass - for it was far too harmonic; far too fragile for those to wreak havoc upon. Albeit, there was a hybrid that could shatter it with the touch of her finger, with the air of her presence...
"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep th...