Истории Xxmstigeressxx

Don't mind me... just ranting about my life since no one really bothers with talking to me. Ya'know letting it go, living life on the edge here. I may give advice if I feel like it. I won't if I don't. Read it if you want, you don't have to since no one's forcing you. WARNING: BE PREPARED FOR CRINGE-WORTHY DRAWINGS AS WELL AS LOW QUALITY RANTS. Also, if you have nothing good to say, don't say it at all. I don't wanna know and I couldn't care any less. HIGEST RANKING: #322 in Non-fiction (08/18/2017) I don't even know why I had a ranking.

"Because I needed to put them out of their misery," you respond. His intense, bright, blue eyes. His sleek, long, brown hair. His smile that's hard to hate. You just can't get enough. When it started, you were independent, only Flare was there to accompany you. However, just like that, you join a group. Rick and his gang. It wasn't expected, but you can't leave. You couldn't leave. Carl is your bodyguard. He's been ordered to keep an eye on you. Ever. Since. Day. One. ... It all happened when you were raiding an abandoned, old shed. That's where you crossed paths with none other than Carl Grimes. His distinct features remain engraved into your brain and despite thinking that love makes one grow weak; you begin to develop feelings for him. Regardless of what others may think, you continue to pursue him. However, when the group encounters various challenges that test loyalty, trust and courage, you wonder if it's actually meant to be. ... "Carl," he stops and looks at you. "Get away from her." "Why?" Carl simply asks. "Come here," Rick tells him. Carl looks over at you, then Rick. He shakes his head no. "I didn't ask you, I'm telling you." Rick grits his teeth. Carl reluctantly obeys. You watch him as he leaves eyes never loosing contact with his. Rick shuts the door cautiously. As soon as you hear it shut, you stroll over to the door and press your ear against the thin wood. You could hear Rick's faint voice. "Carl. Keep watch over her," he whispers. "She's dangerous." "What do you mean? She's a kid. Just like me. What makes her any different?" Carl defends you. Your heart begins to thud. He's protecting you. Just like what any and every body guard should do. ... A touching fanfiction decorated with intricate detail, heart-racing action scenes and a painful yet deliciously sweet storyline. The only advice I give to you before reading is to prepare yourself both mentally and emotionally. For yours to read and cherish.

Meet Ashley, your average teenage girl. Then there are people like Chase, the hot bad boy and Alec, her best friend. They both have girl problems. An advice column for guys? Sounds like fun! Or so she thought. ... Her life was going all well until a particular event occurred causing a chain of the upmost peculiar events. First came the most difficult challenge she has ever encountered- being asked to spy on her crush's crush. That meant sneaking out during class to find classified information on someone she doesn't even know. What does the future hold for Ashley? Even a fortune-teller can't say. ... "You got some guts, don't you?" I hear someone say. It was some guy. He was dressed in all black. I classify him as the 'bad boy' type. I admit it though, he is pretty good looking. That sturdy frame of his and a jawline so sharp, I can grate all my cheese with it. Plus, he has some fine legs. Those are some real fine legs. He continues to stare at me, waiting for an answer. Suddenly, he takes a step forward. ALERT, ALERT! HERE COMES TROUBLE! Quick, think of a snappy comeback. ... A story based upon Ashley's life and perspective. In the form of a sixteen-year-old's diary, be prepared for cringe-worthy moments and witness romance bloom. The recipe to this original story created by a mediocre author. For yours to read and cherish.

"No feelings," you say. "You mustn't have feelings" His ice cold blue eyes, his signature crossbow and his bike. You fear the living and the dead. Especially after you've been captured by dirty, dirty people. Daryl's saved your ass twice already. You need him. One. More. Time. ((Completed and is soon to be edited))