I was raised in the arms of evil, tailored for the Devil like a custom Armani suit, and every day he wore it like a weapon. He said he would protect me I just didn’t know he meant from himself. I didn’t understand much at that age, but I remember the pale boy with hair as dark as ink, saving me from two evils. The Devil comes with baggage, and not the kind you can lose. It was the one person that haunted her, into misery. Even my darkness, survives in daylight.īut love does win. She will eventually come back to me, on all fours.

This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes? The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war.

I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead. I’m Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest.Įverything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it’s that same fire that will burn. He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart… There were things this little girl didn’t know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power.

One day, she fell down The Elite Kings’ rabbit hole. Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. “Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find…”

Malum by amo jones