Dricki fanfiction ❤

What is love? Not what these two seem to stubble on it to be. A relationship filled with constant arguments and disagreements but what is it that continuosuly leads them to continue. The feeling of Ecstasy. The Joy and happiness they recieve from just being around each other but what happens to the Ecstatic feeling once an argument begins and what stops them from picking it up and going back to pefection...

They say that love is a game for two, But who will fall in love first...

"You can't talk to me like that". "And what's your excuse for talking to me like that?", he asks. I stay silent. I was trying to think of a come back. "It's my job to make sure every tainted soul in this place is safe. Even if they don't want me to...". ******* IF YOU HAVE NOT READ "THE OTHER WOMAN" THEN DO NOT READ THIS BOOK! This is the sequel to my first Fanfiction The Other Woman. This is also a warning that my writing is very explicit and I have a cursing problem. Titles in Order 1. The Other Woman 2. The Only Woman

Abel is a 22 year old from Canada on the ride to fame as he get bigger and bigger he notices alot of people have turn there backs on him and has no one to share his fame with. Amaya is a 21 year old from Canada as well she a Sripper who is homeless and as to strip just to get buy every day every one as turn there backs on her and she's alone and afraid to love and care about someone but when she runs in to abel will it be love at first site? Will he rescue her ? Will they turn there backs on each other? Will ex lovers come back will secrets be revealed what's in the dark come to light. Read, vote, comment.

A twisted love story. Drugs, sex and abel.

What happens when Abel's friend Lamar new sister comes into the picture and she catches Abel's eye. Will Lamar let her and Abel be together or will that have to be Secret Lovers.

Tara and Abel is nothing but trouble for each other but they are madly in love. this relationship is nothing but bad news.

"If...all I can say is if... Promise me you wont regret me like the tattoos on my skin... Let the wrong path come to me. One day I'm hoping that you will remember me... When you fuck them, you'll see my face... My body is yours... Give them any other day, but Thursday. You belong to me, every Thursday. I'll wait for you, I'll be beautiful for you...every Thursday... I exist.... Only on Thursday..." Well, in Faith's case...this Saturday. Will a night of stress relieving turn into an experience she'll never forget....or always regret.? (**WARNING** Sexual Content)

I turn to face her and she watches my lips as I tell her "Pretty soon, you're gonna want nothing more than for me to fuck you. And when you do ask me," I pause and lean in close, "I'm going to make you beg." For once, she seems genuinely speechless. After a moment, she laughs. "We'll see about that, won't we?" she winks and holds up her glass for a refill. The Weeknd fan fiction. It's a little different. XO [All comments welcome.]