Valoel

She lives a simple life. His is as tangled as a piece of thread. She is full of joy and bliss. He is burning with hate and blood lust. 
But somehow, they need each other.
And he would stop at nothing to make sure she is his.
In a world of where you feel cold, you gotta stay gold.
The pains of a past life and the bewilderment of the future, can these two souls become one?

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Rich guy, Poor girl

Austin didn't want to attract attention so, he wore black clothes and a mask. If he was right, the church should be around here. Austin parked his Jaguar as far from the church as he could. The church gates were painted cream and pillars held the huge blue tile made building upright. He concealed himself and watched as people flooded out of the of the church.

He saw Alora come out of the church with a brown haired guy. She looked stunningly beautiful in that pink dress. It was always pink.

With her hair like that, someone could mistake her for a new edition Barbie doll.

He followed her as she entered a small building at the side of the church. He entered and hid behind one of the thick grey curtains. He peeked out and saw her talking to a brown haired guy.

His hair looked too light to be called brown and a bit too dark to be sand coloured. But personally, he looked like a girl. She was forever stuffing buns in her mouth. After a while, she sat in a corner and the guy joined her. What infuriated him the most was when he kissed her forehead. Who did he think he was?

He could see the colour flood Alora's face as he left. Then the brunette rushed over and said something to her that made her run. He swiftly followed the two and saw them enter a room.

He entered and saw countless young girls of different hair and eye colours, all dressed in white tutus. Worst of all, there was a mirror in front of the class. In fact, there were mirrors everywhere. There were no curtains or anything he could hide behind.

Except for a clothe rack, so, out of instinct, he jumped in and maintain we a good view of the classroom. He couldn't see Alora or the burnett anywhere. A tall black haired woman walked in and order was maintained in the hall. He saw Alora and her friend come out of nowhere, both wearing dark blue tutus.

Classical music began playing from the blues and he heard the woman give dancing instruction. He watched as Alora gracefully swirled, aided by her friend. Watching her made him dizzy and he collapsed into the clothes.

He regained his posture and enjoyed the free concert. How he so wanted to jumped out and make a run for it with Alora. That was pure madness. Consent is key.

He watched, mesmerised, till the class was over. He checked his watch and almost fainted. It was almost time for the party. He snuck out and drove right to the mansion

That's Why She Is So Good