Jerriethrilwards Stories

A vida nunca foi fácil para Perrie,ela sofreu muito desde os seus 14 anos por conta de sua opção sexual e veio sofrendo muitos preconceitos desde então,mas sua mãe sempre esteve ao seu lado a apoiando. Mas um ano melhor estava por vir e todo esse sofrimento iria passar,porque ela encontrará o amor de sua vida . ➜ Essa fanfic é de autoria minha. ➜ Plágio é crime.

Salut, moi c'est Perrie Edwards j'ai 23 et je suis en dernière année a l'université de Rutgers. Je vis a quelques pas de là, en colocation avec mes 2 meilleures amies Leigh-Anne et Jesy. Ah oui ! J'allais oublier de vous dire : Je suis un vampire.

"I'm no good for you." She says in all seriousness. I can tell that her guard is down, she's letting down her walls. "You deserve better." She says on the verge of tears. Seeing her like this, causes a tear to roll down my face. I look into her blue eyes, and see nothing but love, and despair. "I love you." I say. I hug her tight, and let her cry into me, and tell her that I love her once more. "I don't want better, I want you." I whisper to her. "But I'm broken, used. How...how could you love me?" She asks, sadness deeply layered into her voice. "I love you because you are broken. You still manage to love me even know you say you can't love. That's broken." I whisper. She pulls back and looks deep into my eyes, and she says the three words I've been waiting my whole life for. "I love you."

"Daddy why do they burn the city before they leave?" He sighed and continued to tuck his young daughter into bed. He kissed her forehead and sat beside her. "No one knows why dear, everyone thinks that, in some way, the city burned them!" .~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Felicity Smoak, Perrie Edwards, Jade Thirlwall and Leigh-Anne Pinnock. The names of the 4 members of Cinis et Pulvis, translated to Ash and Dust. These women were feared, they were dangerous, and they were angry. They had been toren away from everything they knew and everything they loved. They had an outsider, Jesy Nelson, she was their way of escape. The women were silhouettes in the night and blended into their surroundings during the day. No one knows their story, or who they actually are. All they know is that when your city starts to burn, you will burn with it.