Witt Stories

"You,me...Milkshakes on main",Shawn commands, Almost as if I'd go... "That would be splendid indeed"I say in a fake British accent. "Great I'll be back in exactly two hours"he says pointing his one hand towards me like a gun. "I'll be ready" Little did I know... I wasn't ready. ************************************* A Shawn Mendes fanfic

That's when I heard the voice that would not leave me tonight, "Whach' ya lookin for darling?" I turn around and there he is with two more guys. I can't fight all of them. I try to sound calm. "This time it only be your balls that will break." I say. "You might wanna think twice before you lay a hand on me. You are no match for us three." He says. "You are such a wuss. You brought three guys just to threaten one girl. Ha! You really are just a perv." I say menacingly. I decide to stall and maybe find a way to escape. Fighting is not a good option. Though good thing I was wearing jeans. "Nice try but I ain't leaving you tonight. Atleast not until I get my one date." He says. Okay so I guess I shouldn't have punched him. I have no choice now but to fight. Would you believe me if I said that this girl moved from the US to Russia? And that she is actually Miss Popularity of high-school? Her name is Rose Blake and 18 year old who has her world turned upside meeting a hot thief of Russia.

"Pancakes are sexier, angel-face." She couldn't believe she had said that; it was one thing to think it but did the first person she said it to have to be a hot stranger? To her surprise and mortification he threw his head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed. She was glad to have cheered him up but her face seemed to be getting redder by the second. She had lost the filter for her mouth as a child, she decided, and it must have been her father's fault. He was the one that had passed on his curse of losing everything. He used to claim that small nymphs were responsible; no one (not even his own child) seemed to believe him, much to his chagrin. "Alright, little one, you win." He forced out between laughs. She pouted in response. " Just order, honey." He held his hands up defensively still fighting his amusement. "Okay, okay, kitten. How about those grits? How mean are they?" She blinked, giving him a dead-panned look. }~+8+~{ Annabelle Baker was just a waitress, in her humble opinion. An incredibly selfless, silly, small waitress according to pretty much everyone else. Jasper and Silas couldn't have been more different than sweet (and adorably feisty), little Ann if they tried. How could a mortal, a human female, manage to bring two of the most powerful men in the world to their knees? Against all odds and every rule in the book (official or unofficial) they had fallen for the same woman. And they weren't sharing. Fallen angel versus demon. And meanwhile, what is going on up top? Is there a hope for restoring faith in humanity?

Madison Redwood has everything a dukes daughter could wish for- except her freedom. Being the richest and most powerful Duke in the country of Erias, put a crown on his head and people would mistake him for a king. But Madisons father won't let her see the people of Erias, and she has never set foot outside their gardens, let alone fallen in love or socialised with friends. When she decides enough is enough and decides to leave home disguised as a peasant girl, she learns the outside world is not as carefree and perfect as her gardens, and that love may have been not that far out of sight as she believed...