"B-but how could y-yyou love someone with...c-cancer?" **** In which a young woman finds herself falling in love with a dying cancer patient

By reading this story, you automatically have a one way ticket to hell. See you there kittens ;) Disclaimer: This story contains, rape, bdsm, and lots and lots of smut. If you don't like that, I suggest you leave. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED I do not allow any translations.

[Harry Styles AU] "Adeline. . . Who are you talking to, sweetheart?" The mother nervously gripped her apron as she watched her daughter speak to no one in particular. "Mommy, I made a new friend! He says people call him misfit, but only I can call him Harry." • All the red flags she ignored. Moving into a new town, buying the abandoned house right in front of the tall forest. Her daughter was not safe. But, it was too late. His eyes were set on her. Claiming her. She would be his forever. » slow updates for now «

Daisy was suppose to be Harry's daughters teacher, but Harry was the one teaching her things.

'And, yeah, I let you use me from the day that we first met but I'm not done yet, falling for you...' _ mature content @teecaakes covers

Church boys know how to pray, but do they know how to beg? /// warning: contains mature content such as sexual activities, sacrilegious comments, swearing, and other trigger topics. read at your own risk.

Carter's dad has got it going on. -Rose

"Um, hey. My family heard you was our new neighbour, so we would like you to take these cookies." "I'd much rather take you against this wall baby girl."

"You're going to be my freaking stepbrother! You are mad." "You think I really think I give a shit about this whole step-brother, new family crap?" he repels, turning away from me. Now I'm left with a thousand thoughts about this bad boy character labeled as my step-brother and his god damn good lips. ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014