And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now Joey Lynch x Fem!oc [ Boys of Tommen ]

Ainsley Lewis didn't expect her life to change for the better when she moved to Ireland... A Boys Of Tommen Story Patrick Feely x FemaleOC

*:ꔫ:* 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚{𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖} In the Capitol's shadow, where white roses conceal secrets and emerald eyes mask desires; the fight for money, power, and glory weaves a clandestine dance of ambition and deceit... ❝𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕; 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔.❞ {ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴀᴅ ᴏғ sᴏɴɢʙɪʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sɴᴀᴋᴇs} {ʏᴏᴜɴɢ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ᴏᴄ} {ᴘʀᴇ- ᴛʙᴏsᴀs - ᴘᴏsᴛ- ᴛʙᴏsᴀs} {sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 18, 2023 || ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: - } {© ʙᴜɴɴʏʙᴏᴏ_ʟᴜɴᴀ}

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𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫 | fast and furious When Sophia Toretto's brother falls under the suspicion of the LAPD, she becomes even more overprotective of her family. Hoping her family takes this as a sign to stop their criminal activities however, when a Brian Spilner who ordered tuna sandwich with no crust from her joins the ranks of her brothers highly skilled racing crew things unexpectedly start to go haywire. Sophia Toretto's life becomes race of lies, heist, new allies, adventures, and trying to protect her family. fast and the furious franchise brian o'conner x oc

A short story about Henry Branwell and his brother, Reggie.

❛❛Blue eyes, dark hair. Tall frame and a poisonous tongue. I'd recognize those features anywhere.❜❜ After The Dark War, Zoya Caldwell couldn't remain in York and live a peaceful life in the Institute that had once served as a sanctuary for her family. Having suffered a horrible loss of her parents to Sebastian Morgenstern's forces, thirteen year old Zoya is being sent off to live and train in Los Angeles. With a broken heart and scarred mind, Zoya tries to embrace the spirit of the City of Angels, giving her best to adjust to the everyday life which involves being surrounded by a whole lot of Blackthorns and a single Carstairs girl. Much to Zoya's surprise, her shattered heart quickly opens and the Caldwell girl realizes that maybe - just maybe - the old saying held some truth to it. ❛❛Sometimes we have to lose something precious in order to gain something priceless.❜❜ But, in the midst of newfound joy and much-desired peace, Zoya forgets that those things weren't meant to last for long. After all, they were Shadowhunters and Shadowhunters' lives never came quiet and tranquil. Cover by @rweita LADY MIDNIGHT | CASSANDRA CLARE Book One of An Ode to Forgotten Curses Part of Sonnets of Darkness Universe

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." Oscar Wilde ________________ His lips grazed against the skin on her cheek before he gently pressed a kiss there. She could feel the heat radiating from her face and she was silently thankful that it was so dark outside he couldn't see her blush. "Mon coeur est à toi," he whispered ever so softly as he moved his lips from her cheek to her ear. My heart is yours. | The Last Hours ↠ Chain of Gold ↠ Matthew Fairchild [1] |

" It's not the shadows that scare me at night, Mr. Herondale, nor is it your seraph blade - which, may I remind you, I have seen before. It's the creatures that lurk within them. One of them just so happens to be your scrawny ass " --- Arabella Eleanor Carstairs, sister to the shadow hunter Jem Carstairs, has grown up surrounded by monsters that lurk in the night. Her eyes have seen pits of unmoving bodies, the deaths of the people she has loved close to her, and the screams of the innocent. Little does she know that more than death could rip her soul apart. --- " Arabella is terrified now, hands clawing at the concrete walls that surround her. Somewhere in the distance she can hear the cackle of a being, and the scuttle of a vile vermin across the floor. All the lessons she had with her brother and father somehow seemed to melt from her mind like sweet nothings. Reverting her back to the small defenseless little girl. ' I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid, ' Arabella whispers to herself, sliding her hand down the wall slathered with something slick and wet. Looking down at her hands, she squinted to get a better look at the substance. Horror masking across her face as she bit her busted lip to keep from screaming. Blood. "

❝ Have you ever loved a rose, and watched her slowly bloom; and as her petals would unfold; you grew drunk on her perfume.❞ - Lang Leav, The Rose [ copyright ] - w. herondale x oc - plagiarism is punishable by law