I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
❝ du wirst verdammt nochmal das machen, was ich dir sage, hast du verstanden?❞
*MAJOR EDITING* *WARNING THERE WOULD BE LOTS OF SEXUAL CONTENT AND CHEESY, MUSHY, & CLICHÈ MOMENTS* but if you like some of them just be free to read this and enjoy my little pervert ones ;) I'm ONE OF YOU! hahahaha I'm new to this so please bare with me if there's some typo errors.
Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...