"Where do you think you're going?" He growled gripping onto my hand. "You don't own me!" "I didn't say you could leave." He spat.

#65 highest rank in creepy #79 in plot twist #27 in passionate Plus more "I choose you out of all the pretty roses in my garden" he whispered in her ear and,I saw the fear in her eyes screaming for help. Secrets that are left unsaid,never spoken about,our fears and regret that keep us up at night. One secret can change everything.one bad decision was all it took. The truth slowly reveals itself, people do say that mistakes make you stronger,but there will always be a part of you that made you weak in the first place. First book

temp·ta·tion a thing or course of action that attracts or tempts someone. "There's something about looking into your big brown eyes that makes me want to fuck the shit out of you."

ser·en·dip·i·ty /serənˈdipədē/ the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. "Wow." I said smiling. He looked at me with Loving eyes, "That's the exact same thing I said when I first saw you."

a story of star-crossed lovers and their future only the constellations can know. {COMPLETED} (not fully edited)

He was just a hurt boy who needed love and affection. That's all he ever wanted, that's when I realized that's all I ever wanted. I just wanted to help him, but damn, I wasn't even supposed to know he exists. ___ ©simplydaani

"If anyone finds out about this, I will, personally, make sure your life is a living hell."

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise Bring your alibis ________________________________________ Dear epiphany, You told me you loved me. I love you as well but that simply can't be. Heaven and hell cant mix. We're divided for a reason and I can't risk killing an angel. ~ broken

ten years, two people, one story; in which an artist falls in love with a writer. July 2014 - April 2015

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]