The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope. book i of ii ─ 'silverwood' duology marvel cinematic universe set between captain america: the winter soldier and avengers: age of ultron. STEVE ROGERS © 𝖇𝖆𝖞𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖘

'I loved a wolf,' says the little heroine ... and in the end, of course, it kills her, or else it's she who kills herself for it. As soon as one speaks of loving, it is there. book ii of ii ─ 'silverwood' duology marvel cinematic universe. a sato sisters story. cover by @dancefevers 🤍 PETER PARKER © 𝖇𝖆𝖞𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖘

i'm afraid of becoming the monster i sought out to destroy THE WALKING DEAD DARYL DIXON

I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite. The Walking Dead © TRISS

Four years after a breakup, Isla Kobayashi is settled in downtown Los Angeles and making six figures as a renowned producer. Her only problem? She's stuck in a songwriting dead zone. Solution: cross paths (again) with Soren Jung, the drummer of Pink Slip.

"You know, you aren't like most girls I have met." "Is that a good thing?" "It depends, are you obsessed with shopping?" "That involves walking... so no." "Dieting?" "Hah, that's funny." "Make up?" "I need motivation for that." "Heels?" "What have my feet ever done to you?!" After that, he laughs and claps his hands together, "Yes, that is a good thing." ~~~~~~~ He wanted freedom. She needed freedom. Luke Barrington and Ella Sanders. They thought their lives were bad, living up to a parents' expectation is way harder then it seems, especially when they are filthy rich and claim they only want what is best for you. Just think, one moment you are so busy hating on life, and the next, you are in a coma laying on the hospital bed, clinging onto hope that you will survive. Maybe it just took two cars and a curve in the road for them to see that life isn't so bad after all. Because what's the point of life if you aren't even living? ~~~~~~~ Book two in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series

One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~