You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic

WE WERE MAKING HISTORY; BREAKING RULES AND BREAKING FREE. [COS - DH] started: january 10 2016 completed: june 21 2016 disclaimer: i do not own harry potter. all recognisable characters and settings belong to j.k rowling. i only own patricia bolton.

lips red as rose. hair black as ebony. skin white as snow, they call her snow white enoch o'connor x fem!oc miss. peregrines home for peculiar children ©janesives;2016

"love is a strong word" "yes, that's why I used it."

"Sometimes I sit back and think 'how did I manage to catch a woman like you?' and then I remember your father arranged our marriage." Princess Kendra Baratheon had a privileged life. She lived in large castle, had pretty dresses and enjoyed long, hot baths. She didn't worry about where her next meal was coming from because they were served to her on silver trays. She didn't worry about the tax collector because she had a royal allowance. She didn't worry about the handsome and gallant soldiers of her father's Kingsguard. She was soon to be bartered off in an allegiance marriage. She also had yet to have her first moon blood and most importantly, she heard the whispers comparing her dark hair to that of her golden siblings. So being a Baratheon wasn't always so easy. Of course not every child was an exact replica of their younger brothers and sisters, and sure Kendra had the bone structure and beauty of a Lannister but she didn't have the blonde hair. To her Mother gold was the only colour that mattered. [PRE GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 1] [ONGOING] [GOT FANFIC AWARDS 2017: VOTED BEST OBERYN MARTELL FANFIC] *ALL GIFS USED ARE NOT MINE*

Trouble will drag you down, are you still willing to try to save what you have? Or will you let it take you under? {MATURE!! 18+ content} (Inspired by the After series)

He was her teacher. She was his obsession. YouTube Trailer: Call It An Obsession // Wattpad

He stalked towards me, hunger in his once bright eyes, his body as rigid as a predator ready for the kill. With my back against the wall I searched for my escape, for even a glimmer of hope in this dark pit of hell; nothing. Here I was, face to face with what one can only describe as a raging psychopath, and all I could do was cower with my knees to my chest. In seconds a pressure wrapped its stinging presence around my throat, hoisting me from the floor until my tip-toes barely grazed the tile beneath me. Violently clawing at the fleshy fingers, I fought with every bit of strength I had. "I love it when you squirm. It makes it all the more thrilling." Hot breath caressed my ear, spilling the acidity of his words into my very core. "What happened to you?" I pleaded, trying to reach out to whatever part of the real him was still left. "Well, you see my dear, a lot of things can happen behind these walls." Cover designed by AnxietyAtTheBall, whom I absolutely love!

Gracelynn Tryell is sent forth as a prize for Ramsay Snow. Sent away from her family she is lost, but it wasn't just her.