Hi My Name Is Zico
Description
Juggling two lives isn’t easy. It’s especially hard to keep them separate. I mean, the wizard part of me just seems to draw bad luck to myself. It . A lot.
But when I meet a lost and confused boy on the night streets of Gangnam, I begin to wonder. Is this good or bad luck?
Wait, screw good or bad, it doesn’t matter. He’s hot.
mehh... sorry for the butchered description and foreword... i just wanted to get on with writing the darn story.
well... just in case you noticed, i took down my first one and i'm restarting this story :D why? because i didnt like the first one and i'm bipolar... sorry! >.<
Foreword
“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “That won’t work.”
I had the power to know immediately if someone was lying to me or not. And hell, it sure does piss me off when people don’t stop lying even after I tell them to.
Comments