Before the whole world turned to shit, you lived next door to the Dixon's. You grew close to the Dixon brothers over the years. You and Daryl quickly becoming best friend, despite your massive crush on him, (which at the time, you didn't know he returned). You weren't with him when the outbreak started, but against all odds you managed to find him while helping a random group of strangers on the road. It seemed like fate always found a way, even during the apocalypse. (Set during Season 3 of TWD and will follow the seasons basic storyline through yours and Daryl's eyes)

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺ed 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. Book one of New York Series (does not need to be read as a series) **** Carlos placed his head next to mine and whispered in my ear. "Who do you belong to slut?" I moaned breathlessly when he entered his finger in my entrance a little but not the whole way. He squeezed my neck again. "You daddy. I b-belong to you daddy." Carlos smirked. "Good girl. Now you will look into the mirror while I fingerfuck you senseless. You will see how much of a desperate slut you are for me. How pathetic and needy your are for Daddy. You will be begging and crying before you cum. You will be screaming and pleading with me to let you cum. You will lose any support in your legs before you cum. Be a good girl and stand still and maybe just maybe you'll be granted the pleasure of a orgasm tonight." He shoved two fingers into me suddenly. I screamed and moaned at the same time. **** She was a innocent naive girl who had been protected and sheltered since an accident when she was young. He was a possessive and dominant boy who preferred to keep to himself than talk to people who didn't matter to him. Most Impressive Rankings #4 badboy #1 daddy #1 possessive #43 romance #12 soft #1 angle #1 innocent #1 naive #1 complete #6 love #1 lavender #4 sensitive Cover by @meesha_lora

Hisoka can be a little bit... creepy. At least that's everyone's impression of him. But what happens when they find out that Hisoka's got a family waiting for him? Just who is this crazy woman who married Hisoka? And will she put up with his antics for much longer? Changed and edited from xReader to xOC

One-shot chapters from Bar Red's Redemption showcasing: Life after high school, engagement and their wedding, life with their kids, things from Clementine's POV, mature scenes from their bedroom life, and anything else that happens along the way! This includes extra scenes, "what if" scenarios, and alternative Universes (AUs). When there's just a title, it's an extra fluff chapter (a regular chapter). When there's an AU in the title, it'll be an AU. When there's an explanation mark, it's sexy time. When it's from Clementine's POV, it'll have her name. Enjoy!

Random ones shot stories Contains romance fluff maybe some lemons Relationships: Boy x girl Boy x boy (maybe) Girl x girl (maybe)

"𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘-𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤." ~𝙽𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚕 🔹 "Тнєяє αяє иσ ѕє¢яєтѕ тнαт тιмє ∂σєѕ иσт яєνєαℓ" ~Jean Racine 🔹 Cybertron has many secrets. Secrets that, in time, will unveil themselves. Secrets always have a way of being found, something (F/n) Witwicky will soon find out. She's never felt like she belonged, not until an alien race find her and her adoptive brother, hoping to find an ancient artifact that has the ability to restore their home. Saying that chaos ensues would be an understatement. Destiny has its ways of fixing things to be on track. And (F/n) is right in its path. Aɴ Oᴘᴛɪᴍᴜs Pʀɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ (sᴇᴛ ɪɴ Bᴀʏᴠᴇʀsᴇ)

On a faraway planet named Gem, a set of twins girl, Liza and Lena are raised in an abusive home. Experiences their daily lives and struggles until they are forcefully separated from each other by their parents. Without her parents or her sister by her side, Liza is an orphan and is left vulnerable to the dangers on her world. With some help she is given a second chance at life and finds herself accepted into a new family, the Autobots. Explore the life adventure with her new family. Hope you enjoy!😁❤️ (It's my first story, so sorry if it sucks.) I don't own Transformers!!(I wish)

𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁𝘀.😃

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"