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《 Jerrickson Matthews 》 《 Kerberos - Cerberus 》 《 6'4" - 195cm 》 《 Volcanic copper eyes 》 《 Pitch-black, shoulder length hair 》 《 Scarred, burnt caramel skin tone slathered in tattoos 》 ❝Alcohol is the least of your problems.❞ Not every story begins with 'once upon a time...' 《 In the begin...
Content Warning - Age Rating: 21+This scene contains extreme graphic violence, torture, blood, gore, psychological terror, and dark themes. It is intended for mature audiences only. The Greystone warehouse crouched like a rusted beast on twenty-five acres of forgotten Florida scrubland, twenty-five ...
The Eternal Exile · Tongue-Bearer · Witness to Ruin "Some angels are destined to Fall." -Lauren Kate Updating-
In the underbelly of Miami's glittering facade, where the ocean's roar drowns out the screams of the damned, lies the rotting core of the Greystone empire — a Mafia dynasty built on blood, betrayal, and the unholy fusion of man and monster. Gunner Greystone, the unwilling prince of this infernal rea...
Age: 28Eyes: Glossy Cognac BrownHair: Rich Chestnut BrownHeight: 6'5"Residence: Miami-Dade, Florida, USANickname Origin: Earned, not given — “Kingpin” was whispered long before it was spoken aloud.Quote: “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Gunner Greystone emerges from the shadows of a crumbling ...
Emily Lawrence was born in a small mountain town tucked against the shoulders of an evergreen forest—one of those quiet places where winter seemed to take its time, settling into the valleys and wrapping the world in a frozen hush. The air there always tasted faintly of pine and frost, sharp enough...
тнє ραℓє тιgяєѕѕ: тнє ¢αgє∂ ¢няσηι¢ℓє σƒ тσяαℓιηє ∂υвσιѕAn entry recovered from the journals of Dr. Henri Vallant, Paranormal Ethnologist, 1889. The air reeked of blood and iron the night Toraline Dubois was born — the scent of a miracle soaked in misery. The circus tents of Cirque du Monstres ha...
Wʏᴠᴇʀɴ ⋆ Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⋆ Cᴇʀᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ Aꜱꜱʜᴏʟᴇ "Are you decent?"“Not morally, but I am wearing pants if that’s what you’re asking.” Las Vegas never truly slept. It merely changed faces. By day, it dazzled the world with polished glass towers, luxury casinos, and the promise that anyone could become somebod...
The call came at 4:12 a.m.Four rings. Then silence. Then a voice that didn’t want to speak. Gunner sat at the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, phone pressed to his ear. The room smelled like gun oil and saltwater — a permanent scent in the Greystone house. His eyes fixed on the blinking light f...
42,000 feet in the sky in a cylindrical, solid metal coffin with wings was the last place Daesyn wanted to be. He hated flying. He hated the narrow, cramped seats of economy class, the intruding concoction of funky smells emanating from several passengers around him, and the noise. The grinding rumb...
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