Hello loves, this is a story that I'm finally going to try to stick with. Honestly I'm not expecting this to be read that much but hey I mean YOLO! Lolz
Anywhore let's get to the the story
Oh also shipping Dean and Cass, and Black Butler anyone
* awkwardly cheers in the silence with hands up then walks out the door*
There I was, perched upon the kitchen counter surrounded by six ultra hot super model men with different neon coloured hair. A jar of Nutella was in my hand and a spoon in another, some Nutella on it.
"Now, we could either do this the easy way or the hard way!" Damien threatened all the while smirking. He was holding a squirt gun in his hand along with the five other guys. I tensed seeing the other guys starting to slowly move towards me until finally they attacked. Jumping off of the counter I landed on one of the guys shoulders, Brian's, and started hitting him with the spoon filled with Nutella.
"Help me! Help me!" He screeched waving his arms around wildly and shaking his torso trying to buck me off. I latched on to him like a koala, my grip on his waist tightening. I started yelling out random noises such as Indian calls, donkey noises and my personal favourite annoying police siren.
I was yanked off of is back and thrown over a shoulder all the while getting squirt in the face from five different directions. I squirmed crazily, almost like a wet fish but I couldn't escape his grasp. Putting my dignity away I bit Ty's butt and he screamed a high pitch scream and dropped me on the floor.
"What the hell?! Did you just bite my butt? I mean I know it's great but jeez, honestly I feel so attacked right now!" Ty said, dramatically waving his hands back and forth, twisting and turning his body trying to see his butt to see if there was any damage.
I was out of that room faster than a hooker when the police show up, when I was cornered by Jake, Damon, Reece and Cutter. They smiled viciously at me, like the hyenas from the lion king and raised there squirt guns ready to end my life and my hair. I laid flat on the ground, prayed to The Lord and then rolled on the floor like I was playing steamroller, effectively knocking all of the guys to the ground.
It was a good idea..... Until all four of the two hundred something pounds of muscle mass fell on top of me. We all groaned in a pile of Nutella, water and neon hair.
'I regret so much right now',I thought to myself.
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Charlotte west is what some would call a free spirit. She's crazy, rambunctious and has a happy go lucky attitude with life while the Italian gang leader Damien is the complete opposite. With his dark features along with his deep voice and 6'4 frame he's a force to be reckoned with, and walls so high that even the most addicted stoner couldn't touch him. But it seems as though Charlotte doesn't even sweat when it comes to Damien and passes right through his barriers, easier than a model walking in stilettos. Will Charlotte the beauty and Damien the beast prevail with there relationship or was the beast never meant to have the beauty?
