"What is a little princess like you doing posting such dirty things?" Calum asked and Michael shrugged "words" Calum reminded him "I don't know, Calum" he whispered looking innocent "Call me daddy" Calum whispered in his ear and walked out of the guest room

"7:15, that's our time."

He's a professional killer who kills everyone who annoys him. He knows how to hide. He knows how not to get caught. But what if something goes wrong? © 2015 -anthology

we might as well just fuck

being ashton irwin's little sister means being off limits, especially to his fellow band mates. [not edited] sequel: limited - m.c

[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod. - I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~

"Do you know why I dye my hair?" He asks me. "Why?" I'm still confused, but go along. He scoots closer. "I always thought of my life simply. Like black and white, no happiness, no color. So I like dyeing it." "Everythings better in color, right?" ✂-------------------------------------------------- A story in which two people are in desperate need of color in their life. Short Story #246 / Fanfiction #758 September 7th

Why was I always the target? Why was it always me?

"11:11, and i'll wish you never leave me again"

dear damn diary, i hate myself for loving michael clifford. - carmina