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  • The Diamonds in her crown ni Ravensageek
    Ravensageek
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    "You know why I love the stars? They shine in the darkness.Well,some people aren't meant to shine through the dark they're meant to blend in. I've never been able to blend in very well yet I can't shine either." Maxton is living her best life with her family.Not her blood family. Her life is turned upside down by one phone call. Why would her bio family want her back?They were the ones that sent her away,well they may want her back but Max is not going easily. Especially not at this time of year.
  • Morgue Cadaver ni RosieTheRiver-iter
    RosieTheRiver-iter
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    (i know I shouldn't start another story buuuut...) TW: Blood/Gruesome and Swearing Meet Morgue Cadaver, this little sarcastic asshole can move blood, can spit and breathe poison, oh did I mention psycho boii is asassian, if you saw him on the street you might think oh what a cute dumb Blondie over there between he's a lawyer or something lol" well he's not.
  • Robertson Circle:  Breaking Free ni NikitaScott6
    NikitaScott6
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    My life is all about turning off my emotions and then to kill. That's about to change, I want revenge they killed my parents, my brother turned against me, now I'm stuck living my parents legacy, as the leader of a assassin organisation named Robertson Circle. But there's a catch Me and my three friends have to graduate early... Too bad that won't be happening because we're Breaking Free. 'A new series written by Nikita Scott'
  • Revenge (H.S) ni livtheesizzler
    livtheesizzler
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    "I remember when I was yours," I said softly. "And you were mine." A pause. "Yeah," he said. "I remember that, too." I hated how gentle he sounded. I hated that it made my chest tighten. I hated him. I hated myself more. "You're not the same," I said. "And neither am I." "No," he agreed. "But maybe you're more like me than you think."