The Pretty Witch

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Summary

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. . . . 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

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
15
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Essence

|ᴛᴀʏsᴏɴ|


She's a twisted Rapunzel.


A black soul.


Those intoxicating turquoise eyes, so deep green with flecks of blue, so venomous, and damn, I yearned to be poisoned by them.


Leona Pierce is a perfect definition of my destruction.


A reckless flame of a wildfire that intended to blaze the world. A passionate woman with a heart of ice, a smile of the devil, and eyes that can unleash hell.


She's a broken masterpiece.


With so much passion, so much beauty, too many tattoos on her pearly skin, and extreme dark secrets.


The moment I looked into her eyes, I knew I was salivating to be destructed.....


Just by her.


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| ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ|



He's a risqué asshole.


A casanova with a heart of florals and glitters.


He's so full of himself that I wanted to kill him and kiss the soul out of him at the same time.


The sexiest man walking on this damn universe with that drunken smirk and dazzling grey eyes that have women swarming over him. His eyes are the gusty highways of the sierra, so deep, so exhilarating, and enthralling that stirred my innermost desires.


Tayson Huxley is a storm that erupted in my life and poured the splashes of glows on my black soul. He drank my nightmares not knowing that I am bounded by them. He tried to paint my pasts with his chromism, not realizing that I am stained with them.


He's in love with colours.


I loathe them with every cartilage in my body. My solace is my darkness, my safe place is behind my tattoos.


He's so eager to get destroyed, so I will give it to him.


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Warning: This story will contain triggering content. [sexual abuse| mature themes| explicit sexual scene| LGBTQ| mental health| self-harm | mention of suicide| death]


There will be trigger warnings on the chapters so don't worry!


Smoking and alcohol aren't cool. There is a portrayal of the use of alcohol and smoking, and kindly know that I don't support them. This book doesn't glorify them.


Hope you guys like this piece cause I can proudly say it's my first masterpiece.


~Fantasia