Hello yes, its been a while sorry about that...alot of shit has been going on in my life right now i'm and sorry but i'm obsessed with a new band...well not new band cause they've been active since 2014 but I just recently got INTO them a few days ago. The band Chase Atlantic with 5 hot guys and a sweet music. We got -Clinton Cave -Mitchel Cave -Christian Anthony -Jesse Boyle -Patrick Wilde If you have any preferences you'd like me to make please comment and i'll do my best. Anyways enjoy, will be shitty but whatever!

"ᴏʜ, ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ. ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ." ‎ ‎↳war changes people; sometimes for the better or sometimes for the worse. ┊͙DREAMSMP X OC┊͙

" Well, I don't like the way you're talking to me its disrespectful and rude!" She argued at my shit behavior towards her. "You can speak to anyone else like that but not me" I should've known that she would've called me out for it, why wouldn't she? "I'm sorry" I whispered walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her. " I shouldn't have said anything like that please don't leave me" I pleaded. I don't know why. I was never like this before I met her. I didn't care if people left or not because no one was really there for me in the first place. But if she ever decided to leave me, I would lose everything because she is my everything. __________________ Arabella Wright Sullivan, a powerful woman who works to get her own money and could afford anything she could possibly want. Her life was going perfect until she had a one-night stand and the days after that wouldn't necessarily be the same. Christian Allegretti, lived a long hard life, but after just one night that changed. he saw something in someone he never saw in someone before after just a few days maybe he gained a slight obsession.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN