Adam Cole was undeniably charming, charismatic, and clever enough to get away with murder. He was a gifted in ring technician, and knew it. As smug and egotistic as he could be, only Eddie knew of his true humble beginnings. And he knew of hers too. Chemicals in their brain had overly reacted when he first met her outside his high school's wrestling gym. Raised in a very conservative family, he never thought he'd fall for the girl that was, ❝freezing her fucking rock hard tits off.❞ Those were the words that drew him to her, and several years later, the stars and moons would align to reunite the two into the same path. By then, Adam Cole was one of wrestling's hottest prospects, and Eddie Armstrong was still- a raging badass. Eddie knew him like the medical books she spent years learning from, and while she excelled in getting under his skin in more ways than he did ... Adam knew of the one thing that always set her skin on fire. That one thing was that she could try and run away, but always end up going back home. At one point many years ago, he was her home, and those were the glory days.

[ 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] ⋆ The old Becky Lynch was dead, and this new found soul of hers had no time for part time people in her life. The night she became the reigning Smack Down Women's Champion taught those that had mocked her a lesson. That lesson being that some are lost in the fire, but Becky Lynch was built from it. Holding gold locked a large target on her back, and most people had loaded intentions to take it from her. The few who still cared for her advised her to find shelter, but Rebecca thought alliances were for those born into a dynasty like that of her former best friend, Charlotte. Too busy to stop at the top but also lonely in those rankings, she couldn't foresee how playing with someone's feelings could start a war she wasn't ready to balance with her already crazy life. Then again, what was the harm of letting go when no one could touch her? In times of war, Rebecca dared toy with love and even she couldn't handle the burn of playing with fire. COVER CREDIT TO @iBevitt

↠ CESARO + OC FANFICTION With having taken just once glance at her, I so confidently stated that she wasn't my type. A few years back I'd of called a mental imbalance suffering. I've always known that suffering is a choice, and yet when we clicked eyes I had no option but to admit that I was in a world of trouble. Trouble she set in my mind with throwing my composed receptors off, and it wasn't until the second we exchanged words that I automatically felt blessed with the mental landslide she caused within me. THANK YOU TO @ROLLINSUS for the cover! Cover work is all their doing! :)

Glory & Gore's Sequel ❝ What would be the sacrifices you'd be willing to make out of love ? ❞ bluntly escaped from her soft lips, as if she just broke the unspoken promise they'd made to each other to not ever mention the taboo theme. Would you be ready to abandon a flawless heaven to get back to the horrors of Hell, surrounded by devouring flames aiming straight at your soul, all because of a consuming passion ? To break a healing bond, the kind that you only encounter once in a lifetime, the only one able to put the lost fragments of your heart together again, in front of the suffering you're inflicting to your soulmate. Or to forget every certitude you ever had about your own self, to move on from the burning home that hold your most precious memories, all in hopes to find out the true meaning of your existence. The one that would fill in the emptiness left by the person you thought you were. ❝ You are supposed to make hurtful choices, it is how you build a brightful future. ❞ he barely murmured after sounding out every corner of his cold heart.

b e c k y l y n c h + s a m i z a y n ❝ we were just what they said, w a s t e d luck. ❞ she had muttered in defeat, swallowing the very last tear she thought she would ever cry for this dream of hers. ❝ fate will prove otherwise. ❞ he calmly assured, his fingers intertwined with hers, applying a slightly stronger grip as if attempting to force his truth into her soul. ❝ what do you even know about destiny ? ❞ escaped from her cherry thin lips in a morose chuckle, her unique laugh he used to describe as the sound joyful angels would make suddenly stroke him as a distant memory. ❝ it taught me that love isn't random, we are c h o s e n. ❞ he almost confided in a murmur, unsure if he was trying to convince her or himself more. when the skies you tried so hard to reach - the peak of any wrestler's carreer so close to your reach yet still so far- abruptly fall over your head, can you really rely on faith, hoping that everything will be okay in the end ? or are you bound to accept the hurtful reality, resigning yourself to do the only thing you've sworn you would never do : running away from your cherished dream ?

❝I don't have a choice but I still choose you.❞ Seth's staring at a crossroads, but doesn't hesitate to pick one.

She was ready. Question is, were they? When home burns down, sometimes all one can do is keep going. To move along until they find themselves all over again. Till resting in a warm bed feels like some new discovery, only because hard work keeps the soul and body wide awake. It's said that there's no rest for the wicked, and she was as twisted as they came. ** description subject to change very soon.

❝And time will give us nothing.❞ A one-shot book, open to requests.

❝TREAT YOURSELF❞ to the best WWE WRITING TIPS IN THE WORLD from Bloodsen. UPDATE: AS OF MARCH 25TH, 2017 -- IT IS MY MISSION TO MAKE THIS MORE OF A WRITING TIPS BOOK IN GENERAL, AND NOT SO MUCH JUST 'WWE' RELATED FANFICTION TIPS ISH ... Dear Jebus, I hope that makes sense.

C a r m e l l a + M a l e O C ; They were floating on cloud nine, both so infatuated that each other's breath became a new source of oxygen - every time their lips parted, it was like holding your breath in hopes to get saved again. They were the King and Queen of their own little world, suspended from the infinite skies, mimicking their eternal love. - when the opportunity of a lifetime comes knocking at your door, you can't shut it down. - so you shut down my heart instead. She became distant, escaping their lovely bubble suspended among the clouds - letting it gain altitude in the process. He got in the zone, trapped in that elevating cloud he used to adore, her divine face still distinguishable from above as she left him behind. His crown turned to be useless without the one that put it on his head to begin with. From that precise instant he kept wandering in a cloud upon love, always admiring it from so far away. But maybe it is time for him to take the plunge, abandoning the broken promises to meet new hopeful ones ?