Nightmare : The Legend
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Last published Mon, Apr 16, 2018
[Histoire à contenu Explicite]
Depuis longtemps, une légende urbaine fait le tour de Beverly Hills. D'après les rumeurs, elle provoquerait des décès inexplicables.
Il vous suffit d'une seule phrase pour y jouer et apercevoir une femme en sang. " Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, Mary-Jane, es-tu là ? "
Oesrez-vous tenter le diable ? Découvrir Mary-Jane ou prendre la fuite ?
Non... Il est trop tard.
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.Complete![Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/46490813-256-k232718.jpg)
Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]
The title describes it all. Requests (except for dirty ones) are welcome. Have fun reading! // Le titre dit tout. Les demandes (à l'exception de avec un esprit tordu) sont les bienvenus. Bon lecture! *All imagines will only be in English // Les pensées sont seulement en Anglais **Updates are every (I don't know) days // Les mises à jour sont tous les (Je ne sais pas) jours ***This book contains more sad imagines than happy ones. I recommend you have a box of tissues ready, but you're always more than welcome to cry along :) // Ce livre contient imagine plus tristes que les heureux. Avoir une boîte de mouchoirs prêts.Complete
𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝟏𝟖+
"Remember how wet you were when you decide to start avoiding me again. Remember how you came all over me. Remember how you felt in this exact moment because I know you'll deny it." - She knew falling in love with him was wrong. She still fell anyway. Now she will have to live with the debt of temptation - When Poppy witnesses a robbery gone wrong and gives evidence to the police to catch the perpetrators, she finds herself in witness protection after discovering the criminals are part of a dangerous gang. But when her witness protection comes to an end, she is soon captured by the gang leader and told she'll give eight years of her life for the man who was sentenced to prison for the same amount of time. Poppy is forced to work for the spiteful leader, Rexx, who uses her natural beauty to swindle valuable information from wealthy men for his own benefit. She's been counting down the seconds until her freedom. When she stumbles across Gabriel Dalton, the underboss to the mafia, he's charming, attractive and tempting. Poppy expects him to be like the rest, only ever after one thing. But that's when Gabriel proves her wrong. After Rexx discovers her acquaintance with Gabriel, he demands that she spies on him to get information about his family and business. Reluctantly she wants to say no, but she has no choice. If she fights it, she'll get hurt-or worse. As Poppy becomes closer to Gabriel, she doesn't expect to fall for him. And little does he know, she's been lying to him this whole time. There is only one thing Gabriel absolutely despises and that is heartless backstabbers. Tropes: - mafia romance - forced proximity - who did this to you? - angst/betrayal - dual POV - spice with some kinks 18+Complete
All In ( Lesbian Story)
This is book 1 of the majors. Please enjoy. Based of my imagination and research when I felt like it lol. Just here: I laughed and licked my lips as she turned her head. She was a cranky ass person when she was tired. Especially after sex. "I'm sorry love," I said as I rubbed her head. "Seriously you need a place we can get to only by boat or plane," she said in her hoarse voice. "Whatever you want Ms. Rose," I mumbled. "Damn Cuz protection at its finest," Heaven said as she picked up the condom off the floor. "Always," I said. "I always knew you had a big dick," Ricki said. I heard Mila groan as she sunk into my body. "It's bigger than you think," she said. I laughed as my cousin stared at us. I bit my lip and winked at them. "Y'all both owe me a grand!" Traci yelled. I laughed. "Rain you playing right? She talking about a strap right?" Ricki said as she sat down in the lazy boy. I shrugged as Mila turned around and laid her back against my chest. "No that nigga got a real dick. I told you I felt something when I was sitting on her lap the other night," Traci said as she sat on the coffee table. "I wanna see it before I give up a grand," Heaven said and sat on Ricki's lap. I swear they been fucking around since we were little. It didn't bother me cause they weren't blood related. "No y'all nasty ass, pervert dumbasses," I said. "Come on Rain we family. We use to take baths together," Ricki said. "Yeah when we were like toddlers," I said as Mila ass moved against me. Her body heat was serious. She was starting to make my shit grow. She need to move before I fuck her up again. "Stop moving Ms. Rose," I said lowly. "Stop getting hard. You all in my ass," she mumbled. I laughed and kissed her neck and she let out a small moan. "Shit that was sexy," Traci said.Complete
My Broken Bandage~~ An Ashton Irwin fan fiction
I had always thought highly of myself. I always made good grades, always the good child. Mom let me stay out past 3 because she knew that I was making "good choices". Well they used to be "good choices" till I was in my senior year of College. When you see 'Mean Girls', it is nothing compared to what I go through. I did things. Things that my mother wouldn't think would be "good choices". I then met the lovable Ashton Irwin. I looked down at his wrists... cutting scars. I looked at my wrists... fresh cuts. I looked up at his concerned face. "I guess I need to be your broken bandage." "YOU JUST HAVE TO PUSH EVERYONE AWAY FROM YOU, PRIMROSE! INCLUDING ME! IF you just were going to let dangle by a string then cut me off... you could've let me hold the scissors." I sniffed into the camera, "Goodbye world. It was nice knowing ya." I turned off the camera and looked at the pills in my hands. Goodbye Ashton. I never wanted to push you away.Complete
A Beautiful Piece Of Broken Pottery
She wanted to know what pain was, silly little girl just open the dictionary look up the word pain and watch as your life plays like a movie. Watch and see what pain really is. Watch and see how truly broken you are. Keep in mind that you managed to fill those cracks in your heart with pure gold so that you can pick yourself up from the ground below and mold yourself into genuine art that has now become a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Gemma was your normal sun kissed skinned teenager. Who was living her life. Living la vida loca. Believing in the "yolo" principal until one day a tragedy knocked on her door and turned her life upside down. Now with a broken heart, a messed up mind and a blacked soul she must face her everyday life once more, she has to face school, battle friends and harsh words and a bigger brother too Lucas is your normal Spanish mafia kind of looking guy who was living his life to the fullest and working at a cute little coffee shop. There he needs a girl and is taken aback. He is completely awestruck by her beauty and her ability to play the guitar and get lost in a melody that she creates. However reality hits and he becomes disappointed when he knows that he will never see her again until her decides to show his true potential and transfer to an AP math's class and at the back of the class sat his angel. Lucas has some demons as well. Fighting an horrid past, a personality disorder and then another hardship hits him. He has bad chemistry grades and must in list the help of the schools smartest girl but this condition comes as a price. Is Lucas willing to pay? She was ice and he was fire. She was beautiful and he was broken. Put them together and some how you end up getting a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Or do you?Complete
𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌,, slashers x reader
(HELP THIS IS... ugh idk old 😭) • slashers x Fem! reader ⋆౨𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (English is not my first language) Srry ── .✦ "𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓" ﹒ ♫ ⁺ ⸝⸝ ✧ Ａｒｔｉｓｔ ⋆˚࿔ 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ • The world is nothing but a nightmare, the world is either a curse or a blessing. She used to appreciate everything though, Her love and admiration to this world dissapeared. She witnessed his death. She saw how everyone just suddenly changed. • An unexpected event has happened and Y/n also didn't expected anything this to happen...Complete
Tag, You're It..
rewriting completely, only leaving this up for now so old readers can have throwbacks, but this writing does not reflect my work as an writer. \\Complete
She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.
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