USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

[18+] MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ "You shot yourself?" I yelled incredulously. "No," He groaned, trying to pull himself into a more comfortable position as he tried to stop making a mess of himself, anymore than he already had, yet to no avail. "I didn't shoot myself, good Lord woman. Someone else bloody shot me." ───────────────────── S Y N O P S I S When Milo Delgard, an insanely charming, British, Special CIA Agent is shot by the leader of an infamous gang - he seeks his ditzy, sweet neighbours help. Adeline Cooper never expected to be thrown into a world outside her mediocre porch, and yet she finds herself pairing up with the devil for a hell of a rollercoaster ride. Join the pair of them as they encounter flying bullets, car chases, levitating knives and sweet moments of romantic frustration in this steamy, and hilarious action comedy.

Edited version of "I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know"

With more on her plate than any 18-year-old should endure, Clarity's driven to a rooftop with a plan that's cut short by a certain lover boy who saves her life. ***** Clarity Red finds herself at the edge of a rooftop after deciding that leaving the Earth is the only way to escape her troubles at home. But her mind soon changes after she's interrupted by a guy, Olias Grey, who's just as troubled as she. As they grow closer, greater obstacles continue to surface and it comes down to whether or not staying in each other lives is the right decision or the worst. [[Word Count: 90,000-100,000]] Content and/or trigger warning: Suicidal thoughts/attempts, abusive relationship(not initiated by main characters)

[ c o m p l e t e d ] "She looked like a goddess. The kind that sends cities to their knees in fear. The kind that is never in picture books. The kind that twists people." - - - - - April is a devil. A demon. And above all, she is a living mirror of her father, the tyrant looming over post-apocalyptic Virginia. Her teeth are made of barbed wire. After so many years of losing the people she loved, it's down to her to determine whether she lives another day. One cold morning, when the sky is still ink black, two forces meet in a wooded clearing. She's allowed to pick one, and only one, to bring back as her own. - - - - - If you like badass characters, this is for you. If you like crude, twisted humor, this is for you. If you like The Walking Dead, this is for you. Times are changing. The devils are rising. - - - - - [NEGAN'S DAUGHTER FANFIC] [CARL GRIMES FANFIC] Grammar nazis will be satisfied. Writing nazis will be satisfied. Started: 11-19-16 First published: 12-27-16 1k reads: 1-23-17 5k reads: 3-24-17 New cover: 4-1-17 10k reads: 4-20-17 15k reads: 5-29-17 20k reads: 6-23-17 25k reads: 8-10-17 50k reads: 1-19-18 Finished: 6-2-18 : : : : : : : RATED R : : : : : : : for language & violence Warnings: •Themes of... - Suicide - Depression - Death/Pain •A fair amount of gore •Bodily fluids (blood, vomit) •Lots of swearing •Spoilers (S7)

Someone notice. Someone please notice. Anyone. Anything. Everything. She begged invisibly, silent screams shooting from her bleeding lips as she threw anxious glances towards strangers who stole them without a care. Her blood was alive, but her body was dormant. Her brain sent shock waves to the heart, breaking it piece by piece as shards of ruby lodged their way into her veins. Strangers walked by...unnoticing...preoccupied...robotic. She stood on the slight hill of the yellow line, scruffing green stains from her pearly white shoes...the grass always was greener on the other side. She had survived for so long. Silently. Successfully. She didn't want to stop...but there was no other choice. No. There was never a choice. She wanted to live...to explore...to see, what she could be. The only thing stopping her were these people. These strangers, who walked through her like a poltergeist, an angry, confused and wicked presence they disregarded from their lives. The thing adults were always most scared of...their past selves. The poltergeists of their adolescence. Spirits of long before, the times in their lives they wanted to miss. The reality was, she was a ghost. Was alive, and would be dead. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amelia has a regret: she's tired of living. Blake has a secret: he's tired of dying. When two worlds collide, and tracks cross into a collision of intrigue and attraction, two strangers embark on a mission to save each other, after Amelia gives Blake nine days to convince her to carry on living... A list of lives, that of which neither have lived, is set in motion, and nine days of wonder, adventure and heartache begin as the stranded souls search for what they've been looking for. Apart, Amelia and Blake are polar opposites...but together, they're a twisted reality of reckless euphoria.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[STANDALONE] Warnings: *Story moves kind of fast but oh well *Includes sexual content aka SMUT ~ "Mhm." I hummed out. He moves the fabric of my thong out of the way, positioning two fingers at the entrance ready to shove them in before the car door opens. "Get out." Sebastian pulls me off of his lap. "What the fuck? Who do you think you are?" The guy from the diner yells getting out the car too. Ah shit I didn't even get his name. "Get the fuck out off of my property or I'll kill you." Sebastian threatens. Diner guy's eyes widen as he gets in the car and drives away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I spat at Sebastian who had already turned around and started walking back to the house. "I told you I forbid you from having sex with any other men." He replies. "You can't forbid me to do anything. You don't own me." I argued. He turns around smirking at me. "Technically I do." "Well I don't care. I'm going to do whatever I want, with whoever I want-" He grabs my throat and pushing me against the door. I stared right into his eyes. I didn't see anger, I just saw lust. "You're not going to do anything with anyone because I'm gonna make sure you don't. You're mine princess. All mine." He whispers possessively into my ear. I could feel my insides twisting and turning. I was already turned on and now I'm turned on even more. He flips me around so that my back is facing him and arches my back so that my butt is against him. He pulls my dress over my butt placing his hand gently on my butt rubbing it before slapping it. "I will punish you if I catch you having sex with anyone." "You won't do shit." I said but it came out more of a whimper since he slowly slid his hand down to my core cupping it. He uses the pad of his thumb to rub my bud and slides it between my wet folds. "Try me." He said and with that he turns around and walks into his room. ~ 100k: 05/18/21 200k: 09/15/21 300k: 12/18/21 400k: 03/01/22 500k: 05/2022 600k: 08/2022 700k: 2/23