Ali_bee

"Make sure you kill her Luka."

Moonlight blue eyes, olive skin and a smile that could be hung on the walls of the Louvre...

Lukas King is a bad idea...and Khalifa Washington knows it. But the bad has a way of getting what it wants.

She's from a royal family and he is too... The royal family of some of the biggest criminals in New York. An italian mafia family that has been respected since the 1960s. And his mission is to kill the only daughter and only child of the man standing in the way of their plans. Khalifa Washington. 

She can be nothing more than his task to finish.

He can be nothing more than her enemy.

But then again...there's always more isn't there?

Dangerous Midnight Blue Eyes

'Where're you taking me?' Asked Snow White.


'You love spoilers don't you? Anyway here's the deal, I've been hiding this for quite a long time but I'm Batman and my secret hide out is in the woods. And I needed a new sidekick so I picked you. It's an honour by the way.' The Huntsman lied.


'Oh trust me, I'm so honoured.' Snow White laughed but walked on ahead, enjoying the trees and the smell of the flowers. The forest was beautiful. How did Luka- I mean the Huntsman- know all this. The sun was getting kind a deeper now. Crickets creeked loudly but the Huntsman's  heart was louder. If Snow White could just stop and listen...she would've heard it. His head hung solemnly as he watched poor Snow White skip joyfully in that pretty short school skirt (couldn't help but notice her amazing legs) and Mary Janes as dark as his heart. 


Snow White turned around. 'How far?' It was getting dark. Hagen would be upset. Plus her stomach had already made multiple protests(that pizza didn't do shit).


'Look farther principessa,' The Huntsman used the Italian word for princess. 'We're already here.' He pointed ahead and the princess noticed  a tiny stream that grew into a lake a little farther off. And over the stream was a neat wooden bridge. And only a bit farther off was a tidy little cottage.


She ran to the bridge, her eyes filled with wonder but not as filled as the Huntsman and his so many thoughts. 


'This place is just so... fucking beautiful.' 


Yours truly, The Huntsman did not reply. And with her back turned, still marvelling at  the sight, he pulled out his Glock... And I raised the gun at Khalifa.


Chapter seventeen