Brie is a shy LA girl who finds herself working at an orchid with two boys as their traditional get away... Sam and Colby will she make it out of Colby's love trap? Colby Brock Fanfic. ! MATURE ! Uses offensive language

"Let's give Peter a little hug from another Stark."

"Worry bout yourself baby I'll be good, I just wanna die in peace tonight." Rest easy hellboy.

Toby becomes madly in love with the reader when they run into each other. enjoy

Peter Pan never thought he'd do anything selfless. He never thought he'd want to die. He never thought he'd be able to love. He never thought he'd see all consuming love in someone's eyes as they looked at him. Yet Peter Pan hadn't met Alianna. That girl. That girl that gave everything up in a heartbeat to save her brother. The girl he tortured and tormented for his pleasure. The girl who refused to see the world in black and white, but preferred varying shades of grey. Pan knew that he was black, pitch black, and that there was no redemption for him, yet she insisted that he was only a dark, dark shade of grey. Had she not seen that speck of white, things would've been so much simpler for both of them. For when the moment Pan had been waiting all his life finally came, he did the the only thing he'd never thought he'd do. He refused. Little sneak peek of Pan's letters: Oh god, I loved her. I loved her so much, and it pained me for her to remain ignorant of my feelings. Because that night, I realized that seeing her and hearing her wasn't enough. I wanted to smell her scent, feel her soft skin against mine, taste her lips. But I wanted more than that. I wanted her to love me too. I wanted her to love me for everything that I was. The good and the bad, the light and the dark. I wanted her to love me like only she could, accepting the entirety of my deeply flawed self, fixing them with a simple touch, melting away my fears with a single smile, change me into the man I wanted to be for her with a single kiss. (Completed) Highest ranking: #1 Neverland #1 Peter Pan #1 lost girl #1 onceuponatime #2 monster

I wasn't different; I was like every other teenage girl at school. I didn't resist the bad boy, the bad-boy didn't resist me. We fell for each other—just like every other bad boy and good girl cliche. But, the thing was, I wasn't necessarily a good girl and he wasn't necessarily a bad boy. We disagreed (and thoroughly) when acknowledging different subjects, that was for sure, but we weren't exactly polar opposites.