"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." Ann Wright was only a few months old when she was found outside Saint Denis, discarded and forgotten. The ones who found her? Dutch van der Linde and Hosea Matthews, alongside their adoptive son, Arthur Morgan. Unwilling to leave her at the mercy of the wilds, they took her in and raised her as a daughter, turning her into an outlaw, a killer. But after a massacre in Blackwater threatens to split the gang apart, can Ann stand to remain by Dutch, the man she sees as her father, or will his actions force her to turn her back on him? ! There will be spoilers for RDR2 if you haven't played it ! ! Quote above was by J.R.R Tolkien ! Highest rankings: #2 in rdr2 #1 in rdr #14 in western #19 in arthurmorgan #10 in dutch #21 in dutchvanderlinde #7 in outlaws #1 in johnmarston #53 in cowboy

T𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

He ground his hips onto her core and tightened his grip both on her neck and her thigh. "They're not going to find out. Like how no one's going to find out about us. Are they?" He growled into her ear. Courtney rubbed the hand that was around her neck and the grip softened. She leaned up to place a slow kiss on his jaw, "Of course not." ••• This story takes place exactly where you think. The crème de la crème of adolescents. The Big Six were known by everyone, but even they had their deep, dark secrets that they would do anything to keep from breaching the surface. It would ruin them. Ruin. Those secrets can't fall into the wrong hands, especially if those hands belong to Courtney Jackson. A sly and conniving bitch. ***NOT EDITED***

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦? | DISCONTINUED||

"You aren't allowed to speak unless given permission." Liam states. I snort. "Who the hell makes up those rules? I have the freedo-" Before I finish my sentence he slams me into the wall behind me. "I make the rules. I am the dominant in this relationship, and If you choose to make your own rules and disregard mine you'll be sorry." He whispers in my ear. He slams his mouth onto mine and his hands trail my curves. He pulls away just as quickly as the kiss had been. "If you choose to fallow my rules, I'll reward you with pleasure." He slips his hands in my pants. Attention: DONT READ IF YOU CANT READ INAPPROPRIATE SCENES!

"What did I tell you about taking your top off during dances?" I flinch at her tone but still answer immediately. "Not to." "And what did you do?" "I took it off. Val I'm sorry I-" Her hand on my throat squeezes hard before she speaks. "You best enjoy the rest of your night cause when you get home you're in for it bambina." * * * * * * * * * * * * Isabella Creed is a 22 year old stripper. Stripping or most would say her body is the reason she isn't on the streets. Every man and woman married or single in the city of New York knows of the brunette beauty. They see her but she doesn't see them. That is until she locks eyes with a silver eyed mystery of a woman. Valentina Ferrari is a dirty Owner and business women of Ferrari Captive Inc with too many ties to the underworld. She gets what she wants even if it means using force. She's always in control from work to the sheets. People say she has a temper span smaller than the streak of silver in her midnight black hair. When she sees the brunette goddess everyone speaks of she knows her next toy she'll play with. What happens when Valentina becomes fond of the girl and wants only to protect her? What happens when Isabella stops trying to escape Vals steel grip on her and instead finds comfort in it?

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"