The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

La vida constantemente le arrebataba las cosas, la hacía miserable, y nunca le devolvía nada para recompensar la miseria y el dolor en el que vivía cada día. Su madre murió, no podía ir a la universidad, no podía trabajar, y era obligada a permanecer encerrada en su casa para seguir sufriendo abusos con tal de proteger a su pequeño hermanito. ¿Aquello era vida? Ella no había conocido la alegría del todo, lo recibía en una pequeña descarga cada vez que veía a la gente a su alrededor... pero ella misma nunca lo tuvo. Amaba a su hermanito, pero ninguno de los dos había conocido lo que era la verdadera felicidad. Habían fingido toda su vida. En la escuela, Trish Trainor había sido la marginada bonita, tímida y retraída, llevando ropa lo suficientemente holgada a pesar del calor solo para ocultar los daños que su cuerpo había sufrido a causa de su padre. Y solo fingía. Que todo estaba bien. Que todo iba a pasar. Pero con el pasar de los años todo seguía igual. Hasta que ella fue destrozada, y se vio obligada a escapar y llevar a su hermanito con ella. Jaxon Daniels vivió en la miseria. Sus padres habían gastado cada centavo que ganaban en drogas y alcohol desde que el hermano gemelo de Jaxon murió cuando tenían seis años, y nunca pudieron dejar el vicio. Desde ese momento, todo en la vida de Jaxon cambió para mal, poniéndole obstáculos que eran cada vez más difíciles de superar. Ahora, viviendo con su hermanita bajo su custodia, trabajando para conseguir todo lo que necesitaban para sobrevivir, era aún más difícil. Y lo único que podía pensar él es que... nunca iba a cambiar. Siempre vivirían en la miseria, ni un gramo de completa felicidad iban a encontrar en sus vidas. Pero ahí estaba Trish, un alma igual de desesperada, buscando ayuda. Y todo lo que pudo hacer Jaxon fue zambullirse en el laberinto, en busca de una salida de la miseria que llevaba en su alma rota.

Une femme, une flamme, des drames, des larmes, des lames, deux âmes. Jada X Nekfeu #20 dans les fanfictions

I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never fathom. He said I was too pretty to rip up but he did it anyway. He did it anyway.

"Oh darling, I've got a 9 inch cock that would fit you just nicely." Please read at your own risk, oneshots tend to include explicit language, scenes and sometimes pictures. I'm telling you this now so you don't report these beautiful stories. Before you get into reading I would kindly like if you could read below before starting these oneshots! Thankful for those beautiful tumblr writers out there. Don't stop what you do. You're amazing and fucking gorgeous inside and out. All credit to you amazing writers out there! I would also like to explain my recent Wattpad experiences. I use to write a lot, I did have popular fanfictions that included Luke Hemmings, Harry Styles, Calum Hood, and etc. I stopped writing because I really didn't think I had it in me anymore! But one day I may write more. Right now I'm in the making of a Luke Hemmings Daddy Kink, I don't know when it will be out or if it even will but please be ready for it because it will be big! Thank You xx Please, if you are a writer of any of these stories and want it taken down, message me proof and it will be gone at your liking. Thank You so much!

Lorsqu'Angelina s'installe à Flagstaff avec Megan, sa meilleure amie, c'est surtout pour prendre son indépendance tout en continuant ses études, ce qui n'est pas du goût de son petit ami, qui aurait voulu qu'elle reste près de lui. À plusieurs heures de sa ville natale, elle est loin de se douter de la rencontre qu'elle va faire. En quittant Phoenix, elle voulait simplement obtenir un diplôme. Pourtant, elle trouvera bien plus. La séduction, le désir, les sentiments... Mais il arrive toujours un moment où le passé resurgit après être resté tapis dans l'ombre. Et il fait mal. Il frappe fort. Est-ce qu'Angelina arrivera à enfouir ses sentiments à nouveau ? Est-ce qu'elle laissera ses démons la submerger ou sera-t-elle plus forte ? Est-ce qu'elle se laissera tenter par ce jeune homme si différent de ceux qu'elle a connu ? © Par propriété exclusive de l'auteur, la copie et les utilisations partielles ou totales de son travail sont interdites ; conformément aux articles L.111-1 et L.123-1 du code de la propriété intellectuelle.

- HISTOIRE EN PAUSE - J'ai grandi avec Jacob Cohen, mon frère. Il l'est uniquement par les liens du cœur. Biologiquement, nous n'avons rien en commun. Il le sait tout autant que moi. Nos parents semblent l'avoir oublié depuis longtemps tout comme nos amis. Nous sommes toujours présentés comme un frère et sa sœur. Se rendent-ils compte que nous ne nous ressemblons pas physiquement ? Se rendent-ils compte que nous sommes nés la même année sans être des jumeaux ? Se rendent-ils compte du regard que nous avons l'un sur l'autre ? Se rendent-ils compte de ce qu'il y a en plus dans nos gestes ? Mon frère et moi devons refouler nos sentiments, mais la passion ne peut pas être refoulée. Tout ne se contrôle pas. Nous ne devions pas. Et pourtant... #51 - Roman pour adolescents (30/01/2018) © Par propriété exclusive de l'auteur, la copie et les utilisations partielles ou totales de son travail sont interdites ; conformément aux articles L.111-1 et L.123-1 du code de la propriété intellectuelle.

"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON