My dearest althea, like what I've told you last night, I have never loved and will never love someone as much as I love you. I never imagined that this time will come. I never imagined the I will say goodbye to you, my love. you mean everything to me. you are my first and only love. i can't remember the day we started to stop loving each other. had i known, i never would have allowed it to happen. i would have skipped that day if i could. love, i am saying goodbye to you now and choosing to hurt myself for the reason that i wouldn't want us to end this with hate and no more love for each other. i am taking with me the love that we once had and the prayer that in time, all the wounds that we have caused each other will heal. i will forver long and dream for your kisses, for the touch of your skin, for the calmness that your voice brings me. i will endure the pain of losing you in the hope that someday, you will find that person that will finally give you the happiness and contentment that you deserve. please take care of yourself. i love you. always. J althea: Fuck. No. this is not happening. ------------------------------------------- CTTO of the pic This is my first attempt at writing. Pls bear with my errors/mistakes. I did not have the time and the talent. But well, yknow, Rastro. lol. This is also my first time to go crazy over fictional characters. I want more of em but I guess their network has a different plan. So just like every other (silent) Rebel, I would opt to be here at the great imaginary world of Rastro. matured jathea fanfic. Here goes nothing...

"I'm here now. I'm here to patch you back up until you're good as new. And love you until you forget what that hurt feels like." For a long time, Jade Thirlwall had been plagued by the trauma of her childhood. Which led her into even more trauma in her adult life. She had been used and abused her entire life. Ever since she was old enough to remember, everyone who was supposed to love and care for her, abused her in every way imaginable, and treated her like dirt. Her past completely altered her view of what love actually was and what it was supposed to look like. Leaving her broken, emotionally scared and insecure. She'd been hurt to the point where she stopped believing in love altogether, and was dangerously close to the edge, ready to fall. That was until one faithful night, while trying to jump ship on her past, she dived right into the deep blue eyes that would become her future. Seemingly, love finally found her. But can she allow herself to receive it, or is she already too far gone? Follow Jerrie as they navigate the ups and downs and ins and outs of love and life, while trying desperately to protect one another and what they have from threat after threat. With people poking holes at them left and right, will our favorite ship be able to stay afloat, or will it sink under the pressure? Read on to find out. ------ FYI ‼️ There's tons of fluff, 🥰 Tons of smut, 🥵 Danger around every corner, 😱 & most importantly there's Jerrie ❤️🤞🏾 ------ Book 1️⃣ of 2️⃣ [Check out Dreams and Nightmares] ------ 🚨Trigger Warning🚨 Not a ton, but there is some violence, physical abuse, mention of sexual abuse, and occasional mention of self-harm.

"Do you believe in Destiny or Soul mate?" She asked while we're both laying flat on the shiny wooden floor boards of my dance studio. I shifted to my side and she did the same our faces approximately an inch from each other. I could feel her warm breath brushing on my lips her breathing even and then slow. We we're still flushed, a thin layer of sweat is covering her forehead to her prominent collarbone from a finished set of rumba or tango or whatever dance that I don't remember since all I saw while dancing was her serene face and the feel of her body against mine drove me crazy to the point of near delusion. I looked her in the eyes and answered her wholeheartedly. "I do now. But before I don't." She looked down while biting her lower lip and shyly asked. "What made you believe in them now?" redirecting her eyes to mine. I brought my fingers up her chin and softly sighed. "You." And as her smile widened I closed the gap between us, gently placing my lips against hers and I swear for a moment we are one.

Jade Ramos is the vice president of Luna Ent. Company.. She was a serious person with cold demeanor and able to make people pissed in their pants just by her death glare. She didn't has a lot of friends or basically didn't interest in making friends or having a social life. She always occupies herself with works and activities involving herself only. But that life change when she went to the party held by the company which was owned by her best friend, Batchi Luna. She was drunk and had woken up naked in a hotel on the next day. She couldn't remember a thing until Batchi showed her a video of her dance sensually with a girl she met at the party. Althea Galura was known player. She had slept with a lot of girls and had broken same number of hearts. She had met Jade at the party and surprisingly meet the girl again when she was asked by Batchi to 'entertain' her best friend, Jade for her birthday present. But Jade had refused her that night. Althea never had anyone repelling her charm and Jade had intrigued her. She had persistently and boldly asking Jade to have sex with her, in whatever ways. And Jade strongly against it and Althea's stubbornness drove her crazy. Will Althea gets what she wanted? Will Jade surrender to her?

1st DRAFT EDITION Disclaimer: I was 14 when I started and 15 when I finished this draft. It gets better towards the end, but by the time of-age characters seemed appropriate to me, this book was long since complete and I was already working on a second draft. For everyone's sake, in this draft, just figure they're 18. (Because istg im this close to offing marley with how much crap I'm still getting over their ages. I was that age when I wrote it. At the time it felt far more inappropriate to write about anyone older than 15.) Copyright © 2014 by Kira Greer All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Under certain circumstances, e.g. as in fanfic, the original author may allow use of characters, settings, etc. with expressed written permission so long as the work is non-commercialized, garners no monetary gain, and proper credit is given at the beginning of said work. Should circumstances change, the said work must be ceased from distribution and not be made available to the public.

❝Let me make that tingling sensation in between your thighs disappear, it will take only a moment, Red.❞ Only 60% of book is free / Sample only Red lived in a small town in Pennsylvania with her grandmother. The town was known to invite supernatural creatures every year. Whenever the mating season struck, it was a ritual for young women, human or not to stand partly dressed in the town center, blindfolded and ready be taken by the wild beasts lurking in the forest. Things take a twist when Red turns eighteen and she's ordered to participate in the ritual. Blindfolded on the night of evil, innocent Red is devoured by a man who called himself the Alpha. 18+ mature themes are included regularly.

Was zur Hölle. Besser kann man dieses Buch nicht beschreiben, zumindest, wenn man nur 3 Wörter verwenden darf. Aber glücklicherweise darf ich, und kann euch immerhin ein wenig über diese Sammlung an Schrott erzählen: Im Prinzip nutze ich hier die Dummheit und Witzigkeit Anderer aus, um meine Sucht nach Anerkennung mit Votes zu befriedigen, weil ich scheinbar irgendeinen Komplex habe. Im Klartext bedeutet das für euch, dass ihr mit einer Masse an Situationen und Zitaten aus meiner (immer noch andauernden) Schulzeit bombardiert werdet, bis ich mein Abi habe und nie wieder aufs Gymnasium muss. Enjoy yourself!

Was fällt euch beim Stichwort 'Lehrer' zuerst ein? Nein, ich rede nicht von Begriffen wie 'Hausaufgaben', 'Abfragen' oder 'braune Ledertasche' (die seltsamerweise jeder zweite Lehrer an unserer Schule zu besitzen scheint). Ich spreche hier natürlich von weniger intelligenten Lehrerkommentaren im Unterricht. Und da sich unsere Lehrer mit geistreichen Bemerkungen gegenseitig übertreffen, habe ich mir dese aufgeschrieben und in diesem Buch versammelt. Also lehnt euch zurück, holt euch einen Snack und genießt die verbalen Ergüsse geistigen Durchfalls unserer heißgeliebten Pauker.

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