"i love you chresanto, all i wanted was a friend in you."

San Marino is the biggest club in Toronto that's know for providing quality entertainment from beautiful dancers in little clothing. When Madeleine joins the club she finds that she may be in way over her head, especially when her boss seems to take an interest in her

"Can't get it outta my head. Miss her, kiss her, love her...wrong move you're dead ...that girl is poison." A story in which a young, dominant teacher finds himself challenged and entranced by an alluring, daring student of his. (This is an age gap, teacher-student relationship book. Mature themes are in this book, such as drug use, rape, sex, and abuse. If you're uncomfortable with this, don't fucking read it ☺️) Weeknd fanfic. Quick author's note: I've fell off with writing and will probably continue this book in the future, but school consumes majority of my life. This book remains on hold until then. Love y'all!

Loving her, so much, she literally made me go crazy. Every second, minute, hour, of the day, every day, I crave her touch, scent, her voice, every time I'm away from her. My fingers itch just to touch her, make love to her... I will kill anyone who comes near her, put their hands on her, or hurt her. She is mine, and only mine. Sometimes I know she will try to ignore me, she says I can be a bother, but I cant help I want to be with her. I know that she likes me. Her touch and kiss make it obvious. She would always look at me with no hesitation, and tell me, "Baby, it's yours". And I tell her, "You need to own that shit" I know she only tells me things that I want to hear. And I'm oblivious to what I need to hear. I love her, but she only likes me. And knowing that she doesn't love you back, makes it worse... -Chresanto August