The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all." -Mulan ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Agent 27, otherwise known as "The Dagger," has been dormant within the deep forests of Montana, living out a life of peace and solitude under the U.S. Governments witness protection system. When an old enemy resurfaces as a threat to the United States of America, Commander McGary issued the activation of this agent to help in a terrorist attack. But then there were three things he didn't account for... 1.) The Dagger is a female 2.) The Dagger has secrets buried so deep, even a man of his status may not have the clearance level to obtain 3.) The Dagger is drop dead gorgeous

✸ A COLLECTION OF MY DIRTY ONE SHOTS © zaynsmasterpiece 2018 started : 1-27-18 completed : WARNING : contains content for mature audiences only.

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"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

"Write down one word that describes you." psy·cho·path noun noun: psychopath; plural noun: psychopaths a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior. ⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄ "I'm psychopathic..." Oliver muttered as he glared at me suspiciously and condescendingly. He was waiting for me to run away. Grinning widely to piss him off, I shrugged. "If you're a psychopath, then I must be a lunatic. Because I like you. And because of that, I'm not leaving." He'd watched me stand my ground because we'd surely been through way too much for me to give up now. A small smile spread through his emotionless facade and in a second, he was back to who I really saw him for. He let out a laugh, "Do you have a death wish?" S L O W U P D A T E S C O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis