Aurora is just another face in the halls. Evan is just another rebel in the blue. And when the two collide - anything could happen.

Maria johnson is twenty three years old, former nun at briarcliff. everything is smooth for the first six months of her being there, till kit walker is admitted.

Emily is 16 and starting her first day of Junior year. What she doesn't know is her life is going to change forever. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------CAUTION: UNDERAGED SMUT, VIOLENCE, AND INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE.

He lightly brushed his fingers over her soft lips. He smiled when he glanced over and noticed the small bouquet of flowers she had brought for him. He sat up slightly on the hospital bed, wincing in pain, and laid one of his many blankets over her sleeping body. She sighed in her sleep and cuddled the blanket. Kai watched her, with hopes that he would soon replace the blanket. He wasn't that scared little boy anymore. And he wouldn't let Emily slip away from him like so many times before.

. ・ 。 . ・゜✭・.・✫・゜ ・ 。. 𝐀𝐇𝐒 | 𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 tate langdon x fem!reader season one: murder house ©2023 | theshortking

Four. Four different boys. Each infected with an unnaturally strong passion for the same girl. Each with malicious intent towards people who get too close to her. Each willing to kill for her. Getting away from them is futile. When they want something, they take it. And they aren't willing to share.

Takeo Miyoshi. The mafia group, Shadow Demon's, best assassin in its ranks. He's only Seventeen and already, many victims have fallen at his feet. He has never failed at killing his targets. He is quick, cunning, and very deadly. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye? But this isn't just any normal girl. This girl is the daughter of Shadow Demon's rival mafia group, Blue Blade. (Y/N) (L/N). She is his next target. It was supposed to be a quick kill. In and out. Simple right? But when she shows him a little kindness something changes inside him. He felt strange. He couldn't bring himself to kill the girl. He wanted to protect her. He couldn't explain what he felt. Whether is be love or just a simple spark of interest. Passion or obsession. He wouldn't kill her. He refused to. Because... ShE wAs ToO sPeCiAl To KiLl.

Cautiously, she removed her ear phones and began to turn around, an alternative pop song died down as it slowly traveled into her pocket. Her deep reef scarf fluttering in the wind as if trying to escape its fate, trying to avoid facing the other side of ally. She took a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for the confrontation that would take place once she could convince her body to turn around. there she was greeted by a tall, slim man with a sickening wide smile on his face; his hair swaying in the wind like grass in an open plain, his eyes dark and sinister like those of a camera lens. She could taste the nicotine in the air where he stood and she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he spoke "Where you goin' sweet thing"

Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

Let me just say you got a lot on your hands Y/n L/n, including five mates.... So good luck I guess. Cause I'm not helping you out. Fuck that noise.