I am the absolute worst with descriptions but here we go😂 Nathan Feuerstein is on tour. Just a normal tour until Phora decides to recruit him to the Lost in the Moment nightclub in downtown San Diego. Eh that was my shitty attempt. I hope you like it!!
Chloe Smith is a caterer who owns the Divine Pastry Shop. She was offered a chance to cater for the one and only Darius Philtre owner of Philtre Industries. With expenses high up to her neck, she's almost bankrupt and Darius is her only hope, but it comes with a price, a high price that she has to pay. The heat is ris...
EthanDolan added you EthanDolan:hey baby this is your snapchat right? Wyliexx:um who are you 'baby' ing I'm 15!
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nudes © 2016 here you go, lol holy fuck samie!! this is ethan!! wth r u doing sending nudes? ethan !! holy shit... - a short story in which a girl mistakenly sends nudes to her best friend and it ends up spiraling the once friends into a fairly intimate relationship.
"I sit on the curb of the street and sigh. "You did this to yourself Bree!" Xavier tells me harshly, shaking his head. "I get it okay just leave me alone" I say wiping my wet cheeks. He shakes his head and walks away leaving me all alone. It's cold and quiet from the night, but my head is loud. What the fuck have...
*Sequel to: Just A Game* It's senior year! And Grayson & Melanie are raising their 6 month year old baby boy, Aidan. Prom & graduation is coming up and Grayson & Melanie face new challenges as teen parents. Grayson has a big question to ask Melanie before graduation, but will his past get in the way of his future? N...
His first drive by happened unexpected. He wasn't prepared for what was about to take place. In the streets it's either them or him right ?
1992, South Cental Los Angelos, six years passed since the L.A. Riots, but war still bounds our lives, a war where we graduate everyday we live. Blue or red creates our uniforms, sureño or norteño, crips or bloods, creates our title, and our race creates our label. As we rep our flags and throw up our symbols, to call...
Falling for someone you know you shouldn't... Trying to fight the feelings but just couldn't... Falling deeper in each passing day... Hiding it in every possible way... That's how it was back in the day...
