A reckless girl had no idea that 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ethereal art would make her forget her constant anger and emptiness. A broken man had no idea that 𝒉𝒆𝒓 happiness would make him forget his sorrow. It was inevitable. It was forbidden. They kept it a secret. They didn't know they were a time bomb until the chaos exploded. Copyright © 2018 NocturnaComplexities. All Rights Reserved.

"So you're the lucky girl who landed on the 6463 locker" Michael says with a naughty smile "That's the most desirable locker in the entire school" "Is that so?" I lick my thin lips "Hell yeah baby" he smiles bumping his shoulder against mine "Congratulations, now you belong to Luke Hemmings"

- 一 "i wonder what her father would have thought if he heard his daughter call me daddy" [ COMPLETED ]

"My pretty blue lips begging. Take me, I need you in my bloodstream. Hold me, break me. My breath is for holding, overdose me." Nate was always used to getting what he wanted, until Lily moved to town. She cared about nothing or anyone. Until she meets the charming Nate Jacobs her first week in town. And Lily's entire life is flipped upside down. But is Nate really the bad guy or is it Lily? [ MATURE CONTENT ] OC x Nate Jacobs Season one: Euphoria

season three has new surprises and..cast members?

ALPHA; THE BEGINNING. (MATURE) a city girl, an a-list actor, and a serendipitous one-night stand (timothée chalamet x OC) COMPLETE | JAN 10, 2021 Copyright ©️ 2018 blaackswann. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"david i don't want to be in your fucking vlogs"

vanilla; normal and boring sex. used by more sexually adventerous people kinked to describe the dull sex had by the unimaginative person A. "I got some last night." person B. "Really, how was it?" person A. "Meh, vanilla sex." person B. "Awww. that sucks." a story in which an underground fighter shows a waitress how to feel alive. been #1 in lots of categories. even irwin and this isn't an ashton fic so ;)

Daniel and Morgan, finally married. What will happen afterwards? Highest Rank: #67 in Fanfiction.

[SEQUEL TO ONE NIGHT//COLBY BROCK] But who's counting? Who's counting all of those lonely nights and tiny meanings to the tiniest things? Who's counting all the times I had turned down expirences and forgot to make memories? Who was counting the months, the days, the hours or the minutes that I had spent without you?