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

Those muddy deeds of her evil heart, the black face behind her glittering smile, the dusty and bruised pages of her past, all of this was scaring her. Sia shook her head, a futile attempt to hinder the thoughts. The devastating guilt was drowning her deep down in the sea of horror, and it was impossible to crawl her way up. There was a constant clacking in her brain that was driving her to the edge. 


"I will be home soon, Martin," she uttered, adjusting the Bluetooth as her lavish red car raced through the tunnel. 


"But Sia, why are you alone? Where's your manager? The streets might be foggy and secluded by now. What the heck was thinking when you departed all alone at freaking midnight?" The frustration was a crystal in Martin's voice. "Should I come to pick you up?" 


20| Look what you made me do