in which the bite stings more than the venom. "we might as well make it good until one of us winds up dead."

in which a photographer and model cross paths and from the beginning it was inevitable they would fall. "you've stolen my heart, pretty girl. i hope you never intend on giving it back."

platonic- having a close relationship in which there is no romance that's what luke and rose were for years- best friends who would rather give up an organ before thinking about kissing one another. until one day, the thought doesn't sound so terrible anymore. it could either end very badly and ruin their friendship forever, or it could be the best thing to ever happen to the two of them. whatever the outcome might be, the two can't fight much longer that they are anything but platonic. ---------------

In which a troubled man with a dangerous future meets a selfless girl with a horrifying past. Who knew they would be each other's saving grace? WARNING- This story will contain mature content. ~~~~~~~ "You don't scare me," I braved a strong face as my voice nearly caved and demolished any chance of him buying that. "Oh yeah?" He smiled at this, finding nothing but amusement in my words like the narcissistic control freak he was. Luke stepped forward, cornering me against the hard wall so I had no chance to escape. One hand was pressed against the space next to my head, while he slowly brought his other hand up to my neck. I was frozen in fear and confusion as to what he was about to do, when he suddenly took two fingers and pressed them against my skin. I could feel my pulse thumping against his touch, wishing I could do nothing but slow down my erratic heartbeat to help my case. But with Luke's fingers burning the skin of my neck by his touch and his close proximity to me, I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. "Then why is your heart racing, troublemaker?"

𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➙ 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ "They're for you," he whispers softly, and the moonlight seeping through the curtains bathes his jaw in a wonderful tone, "Everything I've written, is for you." or The one in which Hemmings is a professor with hidden secrets and he can't seem to keep his hands off his student. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ [includes smut, mentions of alcohol and or drug use, violence]

So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you Warning: abuse and smut