Sweetest Venom

Love is the sweetest venom.


Lawrence: I told her I wanted her body and not her love. I lied.



Ronan: I fell in love with a lie . . .


She was beauty and destruction.

Kissing her was a tender song. Owning her body, a wild poem. Loving her, my downfall. But she was mine. Or so I thought.



Blaire: One man offered me his love. The other, the world.


I'm falling, falling, falling . . .


And there's no end in sight.