"The last person she expected to see standing on the other side of that door was Michael Clifford."

"I'm just trying to protect you" "I don't need your protection" "We'll that's too damn bad" - COMPLETED Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader enemies to lovers-ish campaign accurate (spoilers!) contains smut female reader

Michael walked forward pushing me against the wall. "Don't tell me what to do you spoiled little slut!" he yelled slapping me across the face. I let out a small whimper but I won't let him see me cry. "Fuck. You." I yelled. Michael threw me over his shoulder and led me to his bedroom. I started punch and kicking him "Put me down" "You need to be punished. " ADULT CONTENT: Drugs, Sex, Alcohol, Attempted Suicide, Murder, Curse words. If you can't handle it then you shouldn't read it. Ages 16 & up. If you choose to read I hope you enjoy and understand this story is FICTION.

"we don't have to fucking fight it anymore, em." . . . in which luke and emma had a drunken one night stand two years ago, and now they are both dating each other's best friend. [COMPLETED] warning: this will probably be the most cringe fic you have ever read

Diamonds are forever. They won't leave in the night, I've no fear that they might desert me. *Title inspired by Green Day's Extraordinary Girl*

This is a Synyster Gates story, which takes place somewhere in 2007 during the recordings and creation of Avenged Sevenfold's self titled album. Chloe Laursen is a member of a wealthy Norwegian family, torn between her conservative home and the liberal life in California. An unexpected encounter during yet another trip to Huntington Beach turns her life around. Disclaimer: I do not own either Avenged Sevenfold or the rights to their material. This story is purely fictional and made for public entertainment.

Could one night, turn into one huge life mistake? Does the 'No Strings Attached' rule actually play threw? Read and check out all the Sins and Synful mess a local bar tender gets into when the lead guitarist of a major rock band walks into the strip club she works at. He's the life of the party and also the bachelor..

Sarcastic, clumsy 19 year old Ava Dawson moves to California to start afresh from her past only to be intertwined with cold yet warm hearted billionaire Kaison. Follow the crazy life of Ava as she deals with him, him, and him again, and something called love? How will Kai handle Ava's crazy and wild personality? Read to find out... | Highest in HUMOUR #1 |

McKINLEY CARTER was never the same after her father abused her, threatening terrible things if she were to ever tell anyone. Her mother is a therapist, yet fails to break through the walls her daughter has casted around herself. One day, McKinley's mother forces her to come down to her office in an attempt to finally tear down her walls. HEATH FOSTER lost his father at a very young age, along with his memories of the man. His mother is overprotective of him, spurning a rebellious side to the boy. Perhaps she is worried he will turn out as his father had at the same age. He has been seeing a therapist since he began showing signs of aggressive anger and self harm. He cannot take it any longer. Could Heath be the key in unlocking McKinley's walls? Can McKinley calm the storm raging inside Heath? *This is a sequel to Tracking Logan Foster, but can be read without reading the first book.* WARNING: This story deals with heavy issues, such as abuse, depression, and suicide. Please be careful if these could trigger unwanted emotions from you.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN