You know how you swear off guys but that never works out for long? Yeah, that’s where I’m at. There’s just something about the Grim Reapers, though. Those bikers are hot as hell. And I swear they’re out for blood. My blood. Maybe I’ll give them a taste…

Smoldering looks… Stolen kisses… Teasing caresses… I want to believe it’s just lust. That’s what it has to be, right? I can’t just love four different guys? But one has me bending over backward… One makes me crave him… One only pretends to be good. And the last ignores me. They’re all thorns in my side, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When darkness descends, the Grim Reapers might just have to earn their name. I don’t know who to trust anymore. The thorns have poisoned me. I can’t live without them. But I also can’t live with them. And the shadow is spreading to consume us all.

They say that it’s always darkest before the dawn. I know that for a fact. Dawn might not ever come. Death might be here for me. And if that’s the case, I will make the last Grim Reaper mine. Before I die, I want to know love from all four of them. I want to die with no regrets. I’ll prick myself on the thorns and smile one last time.