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"One day you'll find someone who shows you why it didn't workout with someone else." Nureila Promise was a cheerleader at her school. She had the life that any girl would dream of. She was dating the quarterback Jamari Rivers. Over time Jamari neglected Nureila leaving her alone during majority of their relationship. Until she meets his brother Rashan who sweeps her into the life of drugs, money, and sex. Will Nureila be roped into this new lifestyle or stay in an one sided relationship for the rest of her life?

FACE CLAIMS. SPECIFICALLY ULZZANGS. ── 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘴 (𝘥𝘦𝘦).

Almost all of these are smut and I'm not even the slightest bit sorry!

*TYLER JOSEPH VERSION* You seemingly manage to hit it off with an online gaming friend under the username BathTimeTyler, and as it turns out it's Tyler Joseph - the lead singer in your die hard favorite band, Twenty Øne Piløts. !sub Reader !dom Tyler ~ This is an exact copy of smut from my Josh Dun x Reader fan fic, but names/chapters have been re-written accordingly to fit the story. If I missed any areas, please feel free to comment. Thank you and enjoy! ♥ ~

I was trapped with him in an asylum. And he was a fucking maniac.

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

"I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful) --- This is a small intercept from Beautifully Broken. If you decided to read it I hope you enjoy!