Quick Wear: the Disaster of Beauty

You see, he burst into tears because it was her doing. Listen, the world is crying, she did it. You smell it, the stench is filling the air, it was her doing. You taste, the sweet poison was made by her. The soft (femme fatale) beauty, hellish, seductive, is she. You say, what is she doing? … Story 1: When the God turns dark Story 2: Devil Breeding Manual Story 3: His Royal Highness the Prince arrives …