"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you I'll come, come, come" -Old Money - Lana Del Rey #1 #rafecameron 1/5/25 #1 #rafecameronsmut 3/31/25 #2 #rafecameronfanfic 3/28/23 #1 #obxfanfic 10/19/24 #1 #outerbanks 1/24/25 #1 #obx 7/16/24 #1 #sarahcameron 4/16/23 #1 #rafecameronobx 7/16/24 #2 #drewstarkey 12/3/23 #1 #drewstarkeysmut 1/5/24 #1 #ocstory 3/31/25

I think I loved them all in my own twisted way. I loved when they laughed so hard they couldn't breathe. I loved that it was me who caused it. I loved the fact that they were all broken and so fucking sad and that I could change it. But I just loved breaking them so much more. I liked that I could be there rock but I loved that I could be there downfall. Their last reason to let go. Part of me justified it by saying that the world would have just kept hurting them but I always knew it was bullshit. The world might have hurt them but it was me who killed them. I loved doing it. I knew it was wrong but that was why I did it. It was... euphoric. It made me feel strong. She was right, it made me feel like... a God. .... I can hardly look at myself sometimes. This being one of the times, but I force myself to anyway. I used to look into the mirror and see an innocent young boy who had great potential. I didn't think the potential I held would be for great destruction. Now I look at myself and I see a monster hiding behind a bright smile. A smile that only pretends to be bright to distract from a pair of sadistic eyes because they say the eyes are the window to the soul, and if that's true I wonder how, because I have two of them and every time I look into them deeply, searching for one, I find nothing but pain. A kind of pain that seems to spread throughout me and into everyone around me, drowning us all from the inside out until we burst. It's only a matter of time before it's my turn.

There is a fine line between meaningless flirting and catching feelings. The just loved playing with the temptation to cross it. (jj maybank x femoc) started: 15 may 2020 finished: 15 april 2021 editing started: 8 november 2024 editing finished:

The fall of SHIELD and decimation of HYDRA was only the beginning. The history you thought you knew was a lie. Bucky Barnes may have escaped from HYDRA, but he didn't do it alone. He went back for a woman he barely remembers, but somehow can't forget. She's the secret everyone would die to possess. Hidden in plain sight until the day she disappeared without a trace. She's been a prisoner for longer than she's been alive, but she's done hiding. Thrust into the middle of a war they never wanted and forced to run from enemies and friends alike the only people they can trust are each other. Can two broken souls find peace or will the enemy they've been fighting their whole lives destroy them once and for all? The world may fear The Winter Solider, but they've never faced a threat like the Soul Stealer. (Bucky Barnes x OFC) ~ While some parts of this story may roughly follow the movies in the MCU there will be major cannon divergence. Hope you enjoy! I don't own/have rights to the MCU or any of its characters. However, the characters and plot lines I've created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

She wasn't looking for redemption. He wasn't interested in salvation. A chance meeting leads to new alliances, but safety is only an illusion. Fate has made its move, but it will only carry them so far. After that you have to choose: fight or die. The world ended the day the dead rose. Can she build a life in what remains or is fate not done yet? (Daryl x OFC) ~ I tried to stay true to the characters, and with the addition of some original scenes, this will follow the TV show (eventually). There will be some minor and major changes along the way. Hope you like them. Enjoy! I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes, etc. However, my characters (especially Alex) and the plot lines I have created are my own. Please do not plagiarize.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."