A young boy escaped from his abusive guardian to get his freedom, to make his life less suffering. In the meantime he found his love, but circumstances never let them be together. 
After his accident he started a new life as a writer and portrayed his own life in the mean of writing. As he wrote more novels, his dark and twisted secret evolved to his readers. 
His dark past involved crimes he had done, as well as the abuse he had suffered.

He Left With Nothing

***Mature/erotic content ahead. Readers read at your own discretion.*** 


Gust of white smoke flown in the air as he lit his cigarette, leaning on the balcony in that crack of dawn. Winds blew swiftly, ruffling his long hair sliding down to his left cheek, an old bruise peeking through the undercut on the other side rod his head, an inch long horizontal cut from his temple to the top of his ear. 


The balcony he stood, resided a potted plant of a purple flower whose enchanting color could please one’s mind and the fragrance pricked his nose even after he was smoking. He loved this fragrance. Every time he came there in distress, he remembered all those last memories of him, everything which he should forget. But those memories strengthen him to stand his ground and became what he was now. 


Chapter 39: A brand new him