Jackson

The devil came to me in disguise. Too bad I didn’t notice until it was far too late. Vanessa: The devil doesn’t always wear an evil mask. Sometimes, he appears in the most beautiful form. Like the super-hot bad boy with the dirty-blond hair and a wicked glint in his blue eyes who swept in out of nowhere, stealing all the air from my lungs. I thought he was my savior. But he’s my ruination. And he’s just taken a machete to my heart. Jackson: For years, my rage seethed under the surfa...