Some choices in life require deep contemplation. Others -- like getting fired, evicted, and hauled off to a ranch by a man built like a brick wall -- require nothing more than poor impulse control and a mild concussion. Now, here you are: one black eye, one split lip, and one very real concern that you've either landed a job or joined a cult. Judging by the way the men inside are staring at you like a coyote that just wandered into their henhouse, they weren't expecting you either. ♫ Cowpoke by Colter Wall In which some gal on the street gets another shot at cowboyin' and tries desperately to balance the damaged psyches of every resident at Yellowstone Ranch. [Slowburn Ryan x Reader]

The tragic story of an innocent girl losing all that made her innocent. 。includes vents +poems ,, mentions of grooming, gaslighting, manipulation, heartbreak, mentions of sh/ed n more *this is based from things that happened to me,, its not something I chose to make up out of no where* +ps,, yes the chapters are short but it is going to be a lot of them

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -Mature scenes/18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "At first, I was hesitant to read because the reader count is low, but after I read your story, I can't believe this amazing story is not reaching a lot of readers." - @apriltask

because he was so pleasing to the eye that aurora couldn't get enough. (cover by elle) [fanfiction #81]

It's just something that struck me and i don't know why I turned it to..this Tried writing a poem for the first time.. Please disregard any grammatical mistakes TRIGGER❗ WARNING ❗: PTSD related subjects I hope noone relates to this..even though iam sure there are many out there Its simply a short poem connecting various parts together..iam curious to know how many can really understand this But I did try to make it understandable although iam sure its going to be hard Go ahead read it now :)

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀 | 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 juliet 'cherry' valentine is known for a lot of things, but mainly for the cherry flavoured lollipops she always seems to have with her. wherever she went, the sweet red sucker was always tucked between her plump lips. and god, the boys that had placed their lips upon hers had swore she tasted just like the sugary sweet she devoured every damn day. but that was the problem, juliet valentine was nothing more then a fantasy, nothing more then a pair of lips that would fit yours, and a warm body in your bed. plus, she was kat stratford's best friend, and god forbid you face the wrath of kat mother fucking stratford. and since the pair were inseparable, naturally, walter stratford brought the girl into his master plan. bianca could not date anyone, if kat and juliet didn't. he thought he had finally succeeding in keeping his daughters pure, as juliet valentine didn't date anyone, she was nothing more then the girl who was amazing in bed. but boy was he wrong, as he had not met patrick verona, a boy who was determined to get the girl all because of a simple bet... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❛ come on, one more kiss. for me? ❜ ❛ and why should i do that, hm? ❜ ❛ just shut up and kiss me already, cherry ❜

When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

"I wanna kill you.." He whispered huskily. "I dare you" I said. Seventeen year old Sonee rave win's a contest to go stay at Dracula's castle for two week's and everything is fine at first.. before two people have gone missing or at least that's what their telling us... but soon after sonee goes looking around in a secret passage way and stumble's into a secret room? and meet's a sexy pale guy with a cute Romanian accent and he demand's that she come's to see her every night at the stroke of midnight or he'll kill her and her missing friend's will they fall in love or will this be a murder that no mortal can solve? Werewolves in Paris (Side story) Johnny is absolutely miserable after his girlfriend of two years dumps him and ends up attacking a guard at a vampires castle, so he’s thrown into prison for murder and that’s when he meets the mystifying Bliss Morgale. White hair that flows softly down to her lower back, White eyes that glow like the moon, White snake tattoos, and don’t forget her flawless pale skin that’s as white as her… well everything! She and Johnny escape the prison together and run off to Paris where Bliss show’s Johnny where she loves to be herself, And Johnny soon feels himself falling in love in the most romantic place in the world.

He was gigantic. The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably. He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him. His bare chest was on full display. Long, complex tattoos covered his right peck and entire arm. A language she didn't understand was written all along it. She was squeezing her thighs together and studying his manly appearance like a whimpering dog in heat. She could only squeal when he settled his hands on her hips and hauled her onto his lap. ------------------------ Suffering from severe amnesia, a woman wakes up cold and alone in a forest. She doesn't know where she is, how she got here, or who she even is. She's fortunate that a nearby community finds her and takes her in, where she meets a silent and... clingy... brute.

- she put her hands under my shirt undid my bra and said these words "darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"...💕