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Adopted by Robert Downey Jr

Leituras 8,293
Votos 246
Capítulos 26
Tempo 1h 55m

Leituras 8,293
Votos 246
Capítulos 26
Tempo 1h 55m

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I've had a pretty rough life. I don't have any education so I have a job as a stripper. I live in an orphanage because my parents died in a car accident. I have a shit life. The only person that gets me through the day is Robert Downey Jr.

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Adopted by O2L, de k8nat_

My names Cameron, I'm 16 and I live in an orphanage. Nobody wants me atleast that's what I though before 6 guys came into my life. Will they change my life for the better or for the worse?

The Girl Will Be Mine, de jean687

I am 17 years old. I am an angry person and hate everyone but my family. I have a camero that my brother fixed for me. I shoot guns, race dirt bikes, and am a street car racer. I am a five-degree blackbelt and hate to be called a bitch. I also do not like men who think woman are property. I enjoy working out with the scarves and my brothers hate it when I do this alone. My mother just married an ex-marine who is the VP of the Wild Riders. He bought the old Hotel next door to the club. I have four older brothers. Tim is 22, Mike is 21, Kevin is 20, and Norman is 19. Then me, I am 17, Tammy is 15, and Pam is 14. Last is our baby brother Bobby. He is one year old. As I pulled up to the Motel and got out of my car several bikers walked out with mom and Blaze my stepfather. Three guys walked over and said. I aam in love. I pulled my gun out and said. Don't touch my baby. a four guy looking as me said. You all can be in love with the car. I found my woman. I through back my head laughing and said. In your dreams. He looked at me and said. I plan on having my face buried between your legs and my cock in your pussy soon. I gave him a cold look and said. Good luck trying. I have men who think they own women. I turned around and started unloading my car and putting the stuff on the carts watching the prospects roll them into the motel.

Unknown, de xDancingDollx

I Was 6 When I Found Out I Was Adopted, And I Found Out The Hard Way Too. All These Lies And Unpredictable People Are Worthless. In This World You Have To Learn How To Live Alone. How To Be Genuine..But Also How To Acknowledged The Fact That When You Want Something..Get It. Even If It Means Lives Have To Be Taken Away.The Unknown Will Bite Hard Cause In This Life Theirs Only A "Hard Way". My Way.

Daughter of a Son <> Sons Of Anarchy. , de Gallagher_Girl_20

My whole 17 years I never knew my birth father. My mother always said he was a piece of shit. At night I hear her drinking and using. She never was a good mother to me. always beating on me. I am Tate Trager. I ride a 69 red Dyna and work at a club. My mother told the own to out me to use since I have a good body. he felt bad for me so he gave me a job as a bartender at the Jollybean. the girls treat me like family. They let me crash at their places when I don't want to go home.

Circles (One Direction fanfic)(ON HOLD), de oliviawilldoitlater

I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

Heart Halo ( Student / Teacher Romance ), de Airekia

My name is Dominick Dare, and I am abused by my step-father. I always have been. My biological father left when I was born, devastating my mother, Evelyn. She married Dave to deal with her depression in hopes that a fresh start would be what she needed. Obviously not. Dave has a drinking problem. Mom told him to either ditch the bottle or she's gone. Did I mention Dave is a very BIG man? He started hitting my mother right in front of me until she was unconscious and then started on me. I was 5. I'm 18 now and the abuse has become a regular thing. Until I slipped up. Now a teacher with dark, dangerous eyes, and too sexy for his own good knows something is wrong and wants to help. But what will he do when he realizes that an abusive step-father is the very least of my problems? Especially on a full moon.....

Contractual Obligation. (Editing), de Sidd_SA

Due to my infuriated state, I drove like a mad man and almost got into trouble with the authorities. Fortunately I solely got a slap on the wrist, perhaps the cop that had me pull over was having a great day. Instead of going home, I drove past my house, and headed straight to the bar. The intention was to drink my problems and the rage brewing inside of me away, but I actually fought and annihilated the demons that tempted me to drink alcohol again. I got home late, and peculiarly I wasn't famished but my wife had cooked so I felt compelled to eat. "Is your hands not working or something?" She asked, after I ate and left the plate on the sink. "You want me to work them on you?" I asked, headlessly. "No stupid. I want you to wash your plate after eating." She gritted her teeth, folding her cute hands into fists and if I wasn't so mad at her I would've found it stimulating. "I have a wife for a reason. She's able and willing." "Bullshit!" She sneered. "I'm assuming the plate is still dirty then?" "No." She lowered her voice. "So what is your fucking problem?" I asked, firmly. "My problem is you having shit to say to me yet choosing not to say it." she crossed her amrs, her gorgeous face painted with anticipation. That's when it dawned on me that my wife was gorgeous to me, no matter what state I was in. Literally and figuratively. "Fine." I took slow steps towards her. "I don't know if you've noticed but I don't have anybody. My dad is a dick with herpes, my best friend is a dick intoxicated idiot, and I cut my brother off. I guess I may have been a dick too to a certain extent. My point is that you're my only ally and I can't afford to have you as a weak link." I concluded sternly, and tears started streaming down her face, making me want to take a steel knife and shove it in my chest.

The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club, de graciegreat

Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.

$Ma Belle Rose :|{2.0}|: Lafayette X Reader [Discontinued], de Blonde_Dumb$

{WARNING: THIS STORY ISN'T TECHNICALLY "COMPLETED" AND HAS BEEN LEFT ON A HUGE CLIFF HANGER! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!} Authors note: Hello! I wrote "Ma Belle Rose" over the course of a year and a half, and I've worked very hard on it. I would like to note that this book is a reboot of the original, and I only re-edited some of the first few chapters. So like half of the story is kinda shitty grammar-wise lol. I will not be updating or finishing the story because I stopped writing this a few years ago, so my interest in it has faded away. My sincerest apologies to you hardcore Hamilton fans out there. :,( Anyway it's still pretty good, and there's a lot of chapters, so I encourage you to read anyway and please enjoy!!! (Hi, its currently being edited by yours truly, @On_cloudneuf . maybe I'll make it out alive to write an ending! - Nov 16th, 2020) ------©©©©=====××× You crumbled the night you lost your mother to pneumonia. She loved you and your half brother B/n more than anything in the world. She'd always been kind, supportive, and very loving towards you both, and the strongest woman you've ever known. As you held her hand on the side of that dirty bed frame, she touched your tear stained face, and whispered to you loving words, before she passed away. Each night you missed her more than the last, but that wasn't the only reason you cradled yourself to sleep every night. The days got tormenting in the worst ways possible. Your maniac step father never liked you, and the only reason he tolerated your being was because he loved your mom. You were in the way of keeping her to himself. Now that she was gone, he put the weight on your shoulders, punishing you in horrid ways. But it wasn't long before you heard about the revolution. It was the only way to escape the mess that you considered your own life. And with the support of your brother, you were off.

Ink & Steel, de ArabellaWorthington

When I was 14, my best friend, Declan, rushed into my life like a storm. He climbed through my window one night, carrying a duffel bag full of baseball equipment, but it wasn't for a game. It was for me. He'd seen the bruises, heard the shouting, and knew what my dad had been doing. Declan, smaller than me even at that age, fought my father to protect me, taking the blows that I couldn't fight off. That night, my dad moved us away, and I never saw Declan again. Now, 13 years later, I'm back in town-older, tougher, and a lot more guarded-but I have no idea where Declan ended up. Life pulled us in different directions, and mine was full of scars, seen and unseen. Then, one night at a red light, a guy starts harassing me through my open window. Before I can react, a motorcycle screeches to a stop beside me. The rider-tattooed, broad-shouldered, and completely lethal-reaches through the guy's window, slams his head into the steering wheel, and rides off like it was just another Thursday. I follow him. He ends up at a place called The Rusted Anchor, a rough bar on the edge of town, hidden behind rusted fences and rows of bikes. The crowd is loud and rough, but I've seen worse. Inside, it smells like whiskey, smoke, and danger. And behind the bar, pouring drinks with practiced ease, is the man I thought I lost all those years ago-Declan. He's no longer the quiet, skinny kid who risked everything to protect me. He's a man now-hardened, scarred, with eyes like storm clouds and a presence that silences a room. He doesn't recognize me at first. But when he does, I see it-that same fire, that same instinct to protect. Only now, it burns even hotter. Declan isn't just back in my life. He's ready to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. And this time, no one is going to take me away from him.

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Adopted by O2L

My names Cameron, I'm 16 and I live in an orphanage. Nobody wants me atleast that's what I though before 6 guys came into my life. Will they change my life for the better or for the worse?