Ok so; I'm low key a decent writer I think, expect long chapters, and many chapters, at least 50, 1000 word+ per chapter, so, yah, ohH THE DESCRIPTIO- Despacito-
•/\•Time skip•/\•
That's what time skips would look like, it won't be more than 40 minutes to 2 hours, I don't do long time skips, I like detail, Quality over quantity ya know?
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So, this is about an alternate reality, of Star Vs The Forces Of Evil I'm extremely excited about S4, so I'm going to fill my deepest pleasures of ya know *starco*
So, Marco's father, Rafael, was murdered, and Marco's mother's Angie wasn't taking it well, Marco's mother drinks way to much, and Angie blames it all on Marco, saying it was his fault that His father is dead, This makes Marco miserable, he moped for months, even threatened to drop out of school if this went along any longer, then, Marco has a complete attitude change when he realizes how he can fight this depression, being the person he always wanted to be, a "Bad Boy"
----------- I do not own Star vs the forces of evil, all Rights belong to they're respected owners, all characters are over the age of 18.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.