Drunks all end in the same three colors
- LECTURAS 24
- Votos 2
- Partes 3
Contenido adultoContinúa7m
Última publicación vie, nov 17, 2017
It was normal, he was normal, his mum was normal, so was his pa for a little while. That slowly changed when his pa found out that the bottom of a bottle was a better place to get to than his sons bedroom to say goodnight to him every night.
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
Six Feet Under
"Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr. I have been wide awake for 17 years and yet my parents have never even held my hand and let me experience what it feels like to have a protective father or a nurturing mother. The walls of my house have grown thinner over the years. The windows make me want to know what it would feel like to jump outside. The kitchen makes me want to run and hide from my mother. The empty bottles of wine makes me want to fight my father. Should I fight a bit louder or laugh a bit quieter? Should I beg my parents to take my hand and let me go or should I sleep forever just to let it grow silent forever? My name is Paige and I wish to be happier.Concluida
The Summer Move (Sturniolo Triplets X Y/n)
after Y/n's dad passed away her mom moved her and her brother and her sister to Boston where her new neighbors change her life and made it better Swearing and bad grammar No sexul stuffConcluida
The night when everything got f*cked up.
The party was quite nice. The school year had just started. But there was too much alcohol, too many problems, and a unfortunate accident that would kill 5 kids, leaving many in grief. Cheating happened, death happened, rape happened, and brought people closer to each other than they've ever been. People mourn every time they see the sunset, people can't bring themselves to get into an Uber. At the end of the day they're just young, and some will stay young forever. The before, during, and after of a tragic night you'd never would want to be trapped in.Concluida
No forevers L.H book 1
I'm a foreign exchange student from a small town in Illinois USA going to Australia for a year. I never expected the family I was living with to have a extremely hot son named luke. I was always awkward around boys but him it was even worse them usual.Concluida
Neighbors (Sturniolo triplets)
You move to Massachusetts and are neighbors with triplets. Soon you fall for one of themConcluida
Luckily Unlucky
My family used to be picture perfect, dinner at the table every night, both parents working well paying jobs, everything was just perfect. That was until my mum found dad in bed with his boss. She walked out after taking half his money, and left me behind to. That's when his drinking started, and his abusive 'antics' began. Of course, he was then discovered and taken away. Again, I'm unsure of his whereabouts at present, but I was put into a random foster home. Well, I say random, but really it was the only person who would take me. She's the sister in law of my social worker, and she immediately wanted to take me in. It's been a while since I've had the freedom to do my own thing, and I hope that being with the Devon's will mean that I can do whatever I want. I mean, they cant tell me what to do, they aren't my family. Not even my friends. Trigger warnings: Abuse Substance abuse Alcoholism Mentions of sexual abuse
𝙈 𝙔 𝙇 𝙊 𝙑 𝙀 𝙍 - ( 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 )
𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝔂, 𝓶𝔂, 𝓶𝔂, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 ( ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ )Concluida
My StepBrother Stole My Panties!
When Charlie Found Out About Her Mothers Newest Boytoy She Thought Things Would Change. Mathew, Her Mothers 'Fiancee', Would Move In And Things Would Start To Be A Little Bit More Permenant In Her Live. But No One Told Her About The Son That Mathew Was Bringing With Him.Concluida
"Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr. I have been wide awake for 17 years and yet my parents have never even held my hand and let me experience what it feels like to have a protective father or a nurturing mother. The walls of my house have grown thinner over the years. The windows make me want to know what it would feel like to jump outside. The kitchen makes me want to run and hide from my mother. The empty bottles of wine makes me want to fight my father. Should I fight a bit louder or laugh a bit quieter? Should I beg my parents to take my hand and let me go or should I sleep forever just to let it grow silent forever? My name is Paige and I wish to be happier.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido