[POV: Venezia Casadei] "You really are something, huh," Auden said strolling over to me, a dangerous glint in his eye. The look on his face was one of hunger. I'd seen it before on the bloodthirsty faces of Made Men just before they'd shot someone in the head. It was the gaze of a man who was overcome with his sense of power. Of control. Of a man who knew he would get the answer he was looking for even if he had to tear you apart to get it. "That something is Don Niccolò's daughter," I quipped back, challenging him to say something further. He thought I'd be afraid of the focus he pinned on me, but even if I couldn't shoot a man in the head, I'd grown up seeing that same bloodthirsty focus in my father's eyes; in the eyes of the mafioso around me. I looked up and noticed that the top of my head only reached his chin. From that angle, his chiseled jawline was all I can focus on. Geez, how long did God spend crafting this one? He smirked at my lack of fear. "Of course, princess. Who can forget? The Don's only daughter." He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. "So pure her heart is almost as white as snow." It trailed a path down the side of my neck. "Almost." His hand shifted to collar my throat. My lips parted when he lightly squeezed. I felt the pulse in my neck beat hard against his hand and my pvssy clenched at the thought of him fvcking me this way. I imagined his calloused hand wrapped around my throat and his chocolate-brown eyes watching me take his c0ck as he pushed into me. "So pure that her pvssy is still tight from never knowing a man," he whispered the words into my ear and I felt my legs nearly give out. I could cvm from his filthy words alone. But I'd never let him know that. I was too proud to admit such a thing. "You think I don't hear you, but I do. So I'll ask you one more time, Songbird. When you fvck yourself with your fingers, whose name do you m0an out?" // Recommended for those 18 YEARS AND OLDER.

Eylem ist hübsch, reich und kommt aus gutem Elternhaus. Sie besitzt alles, wovon andere Mädchen nur träumen können. Bis zu dem Tag an dem ihre Familie alles verliert und sie gezwungen sind in das Ghetto zu ziehen, in dem Eylem auf den Groß Dealer der Gegend trifft, der alles für sie ändern würde. Aber so ist Hayat.

Beni (Sev) me übersetzt : Liebe mich (nicht) Manchmal sagen wir Sachen und meinen das Gegenteil. Bazen sözlere degil konusurken kisilan sese inanacaksin.

Sil baştan başlamak gerek bazen Hayatı sıfırlamak Sil baştan sevmek gerek bazen Her şeyi unutmak Sanki bugün son günmüş gibi Dolu dolu yaşamak istiyorum ben Her ne çıkarsa yoluma Selam verip seninle yürümek istiyorum ben Songtext von Sil Baştan © Universal Music Publishing Group ℹ️ nicht fehlerfrei!

Signs, symptoms, and treatment/help for the six major anxiety disorders. Cover by: Fracture

Dive into the world of Peoms. (Not all are mine)

Warning: {triggering} Always remember you have a place in this world. You are worth so much.

Now, the title is entirely a joke. I am suicidal, and I thought, why not make something. You can complain and flag it, and I promise I will take it down, but before you do that please read it.

a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really cringe or triggering)

Here's to the ones who cried themselves to sleep, hiding their tears, forcing laughters, faking smiles, trying to hide it from everyone. Here's to the ones who are strong.