The Ordinary Dead
I finished this story in nanowrimo, 2015, and I haven't looked back since.
Sorry to the one person (maybe?) who may have been holding up hope for a sequel or an edit
No, you aren't getting one.
"Of course I don't. I'm just stating the obvious." He stood up from the stool and flicked his eyes over his shoulder, to look at Ciara. "I could, a) Break through the window," He pointed behind him, towards the massive window behind the bar. "b) I could run away," He paused again for a moment, weighing up the options. "Or finally, c) I could help the pretty girl in the story get away from the thug."
Brendan scoffed mockingly once again. "And which option would you choose, ballet boy?"
"Well," he turned his head to wink at Ciara. "Who can't resist saving a damsel in distress?"
Kyran is a Demon. Born and bred in the depths of Edom, a dimension of hell, his father granted him a job - to kill the Ordinary Dead. It just so happens that his first assignment is Ciara Hunter, a beautiful girl Kyran could not dare to assassinate. What happens when a reaper finds they cannot summon the ability to kill?
I feel like writing this terrible novel was the low point in my life. Read if you must. It's only still up here because of the amount of reads I have.