Leona Pierce was deeply obsessed with color black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. The stubborn little fire always had reasons to despise the world and unleash the hell, but when Tayson Huxley decided to splash his tints on her soul, she couldn't come up with an excuse to hate him. 
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Leona Pierce-heartless and detached artisan who lurked behind the colors and the ink carved on her skin. The messy soul who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbles upon Tayson Huxley.
  
Tayson Huxley-The man epitome of desire, arrogance, and pure sex. Both found themselves trapped in their own little bubble, knowing that it would fusillade with time. When the fire and storm cross paths, the fuse of hatred, stubbornness, little ego games, and undeniable chemistry leads to the explosion of something that none of them wants in their life.

Was this the game of resistance? Or the game of love? Will Leona win against the charmer, Tayson? Or will Tayson lose his heart to win her?

The Pretty Witch

"I am resigning," Ryan deadpanned, watching the shadowy goddess wandering in the witch's cauldron. The vast palace seemed like they were standing on the edge of the universe; cold, silent, black. 


"Submit your letter first, honey," Leona absentmindedly said, sedulous and head over heels for her new place. "Tayson worked well on this." 


Ryan scoffed. "Seriously, why would lock that shy man with me? Gosh, he kept blushing and whining about how devoted he is to his girlfriend's pussy and work." 


"You didn't fuck? I was hoping to catch you in sixty-nine position or something." 


Ryan clicked his tongue dismissively. "Leo darling, no, no. I swear that man can't even say the word sex without stuttering. He's an innocent confused little bean." 


"Perfect for a playboy like you," Leona remarked, smiling as she glanced around. 


16|Bleach your soul