Skin of a Sinner: A Dark Childhood Best Friends Romance

Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt.

There’s no point living if you don’t feel alive.

“Eh.” She shrugs and bites the inside of her lip. “You’re harmless. You’re more like a handbag dog; all bark and no bite.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“Go to Hell.”

His laugh is pure mirth and carnal sin. “You’ll be right there with me. You’re my favorite sin.”

We might be a match, but matches burn. Stories end even when the love hasn’t died.

Sometimes when angels fall, the serpents devour them. Other times, they learn to live with them.