[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

You are ignorant and selfish. All the colors inside of you are gray, like the you smoke exhale. You are easily forgettable and, unethical. Life is a joke to you. You have no passions or hobbies. You do nothing all day. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You use women like toilet paper, but you're the real piece of shit. Your hair is messy and, body is lanky. Your eye's are always wondering and you aren't trustworthy. Your voice is aggravating and, cold and send the greatest chills to anyone close to you. You're just a loser with brown hair and blue eyes, you're not even my type. -BEAUTIFUL COVER BY CHATACHINO MY FAV AUSTRALIAN!!!♡-

these are my thoughts, the things I scribble on my hand when I see a couple kissing or a father hugging his daughter. I think it'd be a stretch to say I'm poetic but I'm not as thoughtless as I am quiet, so I hope you find some truth in them- not that there is any. Highest ranking: #398 in POETRY (3-28-17)

Blake Turner has one goal: survive the next eighteen months, get her diploma, and disappear. Everything else-her boyfriend, her friends, her once-perfect life-is already gone. All that's left is endurance. Eighteen more months of keeping quiet. Of hiding the truth about what happens behind closed doors. Of pretending everything is fine when nothing is. She can make it. She has to. Liam Cole doesn't do attachments. Not when loyalty to his crew is the only thing that's kept him alive these past two years. Dragged into gang life too young, his world is built on violence, loyalty, and nights that end with no names exchanged. His past haunts him. His future? Already decided. His heart? Off-limits. Hardened. Untouchable. But when he crosses paths with the school's most hated outcast-the quiet girl everyone whispers about-everything he thought he knew begins to unravel. But some secrets refuse to stay buried... And when the truth finally breaks free, it leaves no one untouched.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

❝"I need you to sleep with me." "Well, hey," Jesse said, a slow grin spreading across his face, "I usually try and get to know the girl first, but this agreement is on your terms." My cheeks warmed. "I didn't mean it like that," I said. "I suffer from insomnia. And I need you to help me fall asleep."❞ Copyright © 2014 by Emily Slough. All Rights Reserved. TEENFIC | 4 [UNEDITED STORY; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

Ghost, demon, an exceptionally well trained magician? Daisy didn't know what he was, or how he managed to disappear and reappear on command, but the one thing she did know was that Peter wasn't going to leave her alone. Not until he got what he wanted. What he wanted, however, was another thing she was still trying desperately to figure out. From constant stalking, to skipping class, to being forced to make tough decisions, Daisy's world was turned upside down the minute Peter stepped into it. And he has no plans of ever stepping out.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #2 in Humor What happens when you're walking down the street, with one of the best coffees in hand, turn around for one second... Then the next thing you know, the world is spinning and you've landed in the arms of one of the most gorgeous organisms of the male species. With the best coffee, you've ever had, spilt on his grey v-neck? Or maybe when you're drunk off your head, can't walk in a straight line with a heel that is broken and your makeup smudged with a bottle of beer in your hand... Then the next thing you know the world is spinning and that same gorgeous organism has you in his arms with the strong smell of your beer on his leather jacket? When it comes to Ryan Einstein, Alexis Harrington needs a little help. Especially when her only instinct is to say..."Shit! I'm sorry!" © All Rights Reserved 2018 Camerybear

"So how about, we meet up here every night - just you and me - on this hill." "I can't promise you anything; you could be an undercover mass murderer." "And you could fall to your death every time you walk; but you walk anyway." **** When a lost girl and a heart-broken boy collide, they instantly get along. But can the boy give the girl a map, and can she glue the pieces of his heart back together? [Cover made by yours truly]

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.