She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

I was fresh out of high school when I met him. He was everything a girl could ever dream of; tall and handsome but mysterious which made him even more alluring. He was a good man with a wounded past. Neglected as a child, then adopted by a seemingly perfect family, Vincent Chadwick, was my oxygen. Sine the first moment I saw him, I knew he would be trouble. His eyes as they lit a smoky grey which saw scenes too graphic to describe, and his full lips which spoke his secrets, made me mesmerized. But I discovered he was a good man with a twisted and dark soul. He was my dominant, my fifty shades... (c)2015 *this story contains graphic scenes of sexuality as well as violence and adult themes

"He was never supposed to touch her. She was never supposed to want him." Alaina Catalina Navarro was never supposed to touch the mafia's crown prince. The daughter of the Don's most loyal staff, she was trained to obey, to blend in, to never be seen. Graziano Vincenzo-- the Don's heir to hell itself--saw her, and once he did, he couldn't stop. Their love is obsession. Their bond is blood soaked. Their enemies? Closer than they think. One kiss started a war. Now there's no turning back.

When Rocio's boyfriend invites his best friend on their trip to Ibiza, she thinks nothing of it--until his smoking hot body makes her think again. ***** The summer before her last year of university, Rocio plans a romantic, drama-free vacation to Ibiza with her boyfriend Axel. But nothing goes according to plan when their party of two becomes a party of six, and when Axel invites his best friend Levi--who Rocio has never met--on the trip. Because Levi is everything that Axel isn't: he's charming, flirtatious, and rocks a sexy Australian accent just as easily as a six pack. But as Rocio continues to deny their instant, irresistible connection, she can't help but wonder...what's the worst that could happen if she gave in to temptation? All she has to do is kiss Levi to find out . . . Content/Trigger Warning: contains references to sexual assault. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

The title says it all, peeps. ;3

"If I survive she probably gonna sue me, and if I die she'll make sure that I'm six feet under her house". ~Song: Angeline by Chase Atlantic. •Angeline is: Maggie Lindemann. •Mitchel Cave. •Christian Anthony. •Clinton Cave. •Ethan Dolan. •Grayson Dolan. -To make things clear: I love Mitchel and I'm not trying to ruin his image and definitely he's nothing as described in this story. -Warning: Very aggressive and mature content.

"99 cent dreams, maybe you could show me some." maybe it was luck that she met him. maybe it was fate. maybe the intricacies of what happened next wasn't supposed to go so wrongfully right. either way, laralyn creed's life will never be the same. for better or for worse. [most impressive ranks: #25 in teenromance #1 in chaseatlantic #1 in australian #6 in bands lowercase intended]

"If you find happiness in this world, Daryl," he said. "You better cherish it, because you don't know how much it's going to last. Happiness and joy are two things pretty hard to find, even more than before and I think you are extremely lucky if you find them and actually allow yourself to experience that."

Just a bunch of Tokyo Ghoul Oneshots... Written a long time ago, so excuse my positivity in some of these. Requests currently closed due to Author being M.I.A. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Tokyo Ghoul, all characters belong to Ishida Sui, I only write the oneshots.