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Otherside - Post Malone

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Parts 48
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Jack smiles and pushes off the wall then walks slowly over to Austin with a menacing grin on his face. Austin groans. He is going to go full South African on him. "Austin, I am going to tell you something. Now, just calm down, hey. When you hear this it might blow your mind. If you think you can't handle it just grab a fucking chair. Sit down. Grab an ice pack to put on your nut sack because when you hear this it's going to take a moment to sink in. So, Ya, if you need to prepare yourself, go do some lite stretching, maybe a couple of deep breaths because this will blow your fucking tits my brew. So here we go are you ready for it?" 

"Fuck off, Jack."

"You love Honey."

Austin stares at Jack and then slowly closes his hotel door. He needs a fucking moment and maybe that ice pack. Love? No love. No anything. His phone rings again, giving him a fright and so he jumps and throws it across his hotel room - hard. It smashes into a million pieces on the wall across from him. "Need a new phone?" Jack asks through the door. "No," Austin says softly. "So that was just your balls I heard dropping?" Jack asks. 

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Austin is a singer at the top of his game which means an endless flow of parties, drinks, and very beautiful women. He loves his life and has no intention of making any changes. He is not lonely, he doesn't question if there is anything better out there for him and he definitely has no intention of falling in love with anyone. That is until he finds a kid sitting at his kitchen table. It starts a chain of events that have him questioning who he is, who he has been sharing his house with, and why one woman, in particular, has suddenly become rather fascinating - but he does not, under any circumstance, love her.All Rights Reserved

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Circles - Post Malone by Pepepolly

She is well and truly fucked. He looks better, way better than he did in high school. In high school he was delicious but now he is just scrumptious. Dahlia can't move. She knows if she tries - her knees will buckle. Fuck how does he look even better with age? Shit. He has cut his hair although it is still an unruly mass of curls on the top of his head. His jaw has a serious amount of hair on it making him look mature but not old. He is also covered in tattoos, from what she can see, they cover him head to toe. Face and neck tattoos often look like overkill, but on Austin they just work. They add to his presence rather than take away from it. But then again she is inlove with him so she may be a tiny bit biased. Austin is looking directly at her with a slightly furrowed brow. Does he recognize her? Did Gina tell him she was coming? She is sure Gina said she had. "Dahlia, come here," Gina says walking over to Dahlia and grabbing her elbow then tugging her toward Austin. "Picking up strays already, Gina?" Austin asks when they get to him. "Oh Austin, you can be so silly sometimes," Gina hits his chest softly and he grabs her hand, holding it to his chest while he continues to stare at Dahlia. "This is Dahlia. Remember? From school..." Gina explains. Dahlia just stands in front of Austin like an idiot as he looks her up and down. "Dahlia...isn't that a stripper name?" Austin asks.

Same Bitches - Post Malone by Pepepolly

She has actively tried to get as far away from him as possible after he dumped her belongings she had left behind on her friend's front lawn and then set them alight, flipping her off as he lit a cigarette and walked off to his car. Honestly, she expected more from him. She knew what the thought of her cheating on him would do - it had been an irrational fear that had kept him up at night during their six months together. Their relationship was toxic from the start. Both were nineteen, both selfish, both hot-headed, and loud-mouthed; and both not knowing what the fuck to do in a real adult relationship, plus they were both putting more effort into their careers than each other. Neither of them are toxic people to be fair, both were raised by good families with good morals and too much love. It had just been their timing - it was off, they found each other at the worst possible time. It's a lesson well learned. Her lesson was simple - men can go fuck themselves, especially Austin, and Austin's lesson? Find a woman and marry the fuck out of her - the bastard. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lux has vowed to never cross paths with her ex, Austin, again. Life, however, likes fucking with her.

I like you - Post Malone by Pepepolly

She has to at least try or she will never forgive herself. She stops and turns, walking back to Austin, but stays behind him. Zeus is now fast asleep in his arms, his head hanging over and pressed into the grass - sweet boy. She is now so nervous she can't for the life of her remember the speech she had been practicing. "Ummm...you don't know me and I know you have had a hard day so I am sorry for adding to your stress. I really don't mean to, but Zeus is very special to me and my nephew. My nephew has grown very close to him and would be gutted at not seeing Zeus again. We have been looking after him while you have been away and he has a special seat in my van and his own crystal and he has a job when I groom my clients - he keeps the skittish animals calm and he is very good at it. We love him...and..." she lets her voice die as she sees he is not even bothering to look around at her. He does not care what she is saying. "We...we just want to say goodbye...please." "Doesn't look like he cares much for a goodbye," Austin says with a bit of an obnoxious grunt as he lights a cigarette.

Xavier by devilsgoodgirl

Trust me to worship your body. ......................................... Xavier Devonte, a charming young man was seated in a restaurant at a 7-star hotel sipping on his scotch, waiting for his assistant, Charlotte. He sips on his malty drink and closes his eyes to feel the drink do its magic. "Excuse me," says a soft sweet voice cutting through the relaxing jazz playing in the background. He opens his eyes to look at the most beautiful girl with the biggest gray eyes he had ever seen. He was lost in her eyes and had forgotten to ask what she wanted. "Are you ok?" Asks the girl. "Hm..." That is all Xavier could manage to say. She looks at both their sides giving Xavier a look at her slender neck which looked tasty enough to bite and leave hickeys. The girl looks back at Xavier and comes closer to him, close enough to whisper. Xavier was curious about what was happening and leans in closer to her. "I would like to use your services" she whispers. "Services? What kind, mio amore?" Says Xavier sniffing her. She smelt so fresh. "You know, your services" she insists. "Be clear and I'll give you what you want" says Xavier ready to give his life for this incredible creature in front of him. She bites her lip and moves even further, close to his ear, and whispers "I want to have sex" Xavier feels a tickle when her lips touch his ear and dick itch with her sinful request.

Hollywood's Bleeding - Post Malone by Pepepolly

She wakes with an echoed thud coming from downstairs. At first, she feels relief, Jim has come to his senses and come back to her then when her thoughts sink in relief turns to sadness. Jim has come back? She is not sure she actually wants him back. It's late afternoon now, and the sky is slowly turning dark which means she watched movies and fell asleep for most of the afternoon. Something Jim would never have allowed. He would have had her combing through the four movie scripts that are currently sitting on the kitchen island. She hears something break and a hissing swear and then her heart drops. Right, Jim is back. She should be happy - he is her husband. She climbs out of the bed and makes her way down the stairway to her front hall. Something in her front yard catches her eye and so she stops to look out the window. What is that? Is that the pearl white Rolls Royce she had seen out back at the PR building? Oh no, had that man followed her home? Is he stalking her? She drops down on the floor and then peeps back out the window. She can't see anyone. She needs to call the police so she pats her pockets then remembers that she left her phone in the kitchen. She can't stand up, her stalker could be anywhere so she leopard crawls through the reception hall, into the hallway, and down to the kitchen. Keeping low as possible. As she crawls into the kitchen she knocks her head onto a pair of boots. Jim? No. These boots are much bigger and in much better taste than Jim would ever wear. She looks up and sees Austin standing above her. "Now, baby, usually I have to buy a woman dinner before she gets on her knees," he says with a smirk. Ophelia's mouth drops open at his remark, he has no shame then she squeaks when he then bends down and picks her up off the floor.

Dial Drunk - Post Malone by Pepepolly

Austin is a country star, just having released his first very successful albam. He has a five-year contract and four more albums to make. The problem is he has let the pressure get to him and is not sure he will produce another album as good as his first so the music eludes him and his mind stays blank. But his record label throws him a bone that comes in the form of a unique songwriter. She is so unique that it leaves Austin convinced his label is trying to get rid of him, but he was raised in Texas by one of those true bullheaded and stubborn cowboys who made sure he entered adulthood as a driven and determined man. But, Sometimes you fall in love at the wrong time and with very little control, it breaks you a little on the inside.

She Is Not Her by purple_orchids

"So Andrea, do you remember me now?", he asked through gritted teeth, anger, frustration, hatred and slight hurt clearly heard in his voice. "I am not Andrea, and I don't fucking remember you", she hissed looking straight in his eyes and pulled on the restraints only to hiss in pain as the cold metal cut into her wrists. "You still don't remember me, love. Then I will make you", his threatening words were followed by her blood curling scream as the leather belt landed on her back, tearing her soft skin. "Do you remember me now", he asked, his body was vibrating due to anger. "No", her answer didn't change. His anger turned him into the monster, he never thought he would be with her. And her screams of pain echoed in the walls of the mansion. Yet she refused. Refused to say what he wanted to hear. Because SHE IS NOT HER. ------------------- Adria Owensby, a naughty, cheerful and bubbly girl. People who know her well knows that her heart is prettier than her face. Her sweet nature can bring a smile on even dead man's lips. Her life is perfect until a certain someone enters it and turns it into a hell. Austin Hawk, CEO of Hawk Enterprises. He isn't a Mafia yet is feared as one. Being famous for his ruthlessness, no one dares to cross him. Once when gone to collect his debt, he meets his lost love, the girl who suddenly disappeared from his life. And now he wants her back, forever. What will happen when she refuses to recognize him, when she refuses to be the one who he says she is. What will happen when he is determined to punish her for her refusal and to imprison her forever. -------------- Cover made by @yumeno604hana

Sign Me Up - Post Malone by Pepepolly

He controls the kiss and I let him. He is dominant, controlled and decisive about how he kisses me, and it turns my body into fucking jelly. He keeps the kiss lazy and gentle which only makes me desperate for more. He is holding back, teasing me, and it's driving me fucking wild. I try and deepen the kiss because I want more, I need more and I can't get enough. But, he locks his jaw, refusing to give in to me, his dominance is in full swing and intoxicating. It has me weak in the knees. I can feel myself giving him control. Damit. But, I want more. I am desperate for more. I try and deepen the kiss again, but I am at his mercy when his large hands slide down my body suddenly, breaking the kiss as he dips and hooks my thighs, lifting me roughly. He keeps those electric blue eyes on me and I am hypnotized. "You are not in control here, baby," he whispers.

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A thousand bad times - Post Malone by Pepepolly

Holi turns to look at him, and she feels what's left of her breath disintegrate from her lungs. Austin is standing by her side, illuminated by the moon's silver shadow. He's lovely to look at, magical almost. The silver shadow dusts his strong shoulders and chest, casting a silver aura around his head. She would be forgiven for thinking that it looks like he is wearing a full suit of metal, a knight in shining armor. Holi wants to touch and honestly with Austin looking like he does right now in this moonlight, she can't be blamed. She turns her body to face him and takes a step forward placing her hands on his pecks then sliding them slowly up and slipping them around to the nape of his neck, marveling at how hard his body is in contrast to how soft and smooth his skin is. She keeps a firm grip on his nape. Touching him, pulling his body close to hers, breathing him in, and letting herself feel him beneath her palms: it grounds her. Makes her feel like she can open her soul and let him see everything. She feels safe with him. "You remind me of a shooting star." She watches Austin frown at her words then turn his head to look at her, confusion set heavy on his face. "How so?" he asks Holi looks at him for a beat longer then turns her head to look up at the stars again. "Because I would spend all my wishes on you, Austin."

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She is well and truly fucked. He looks better, way better than he did in high school. In high school he was delicious but now he is just scrumptious. Dahlia can't move. She knows if she tries - her knees will buckle. Fuck how does he look even better with age? Shit. He has cut his hair although it is still an unruly mass of curls on the top of his head. His jaw has a serious amount of hair on it making him look mature but not old. He is also covered in tattoos, from what she can see, they cover him head to toe. Face and neck tattoos often look like overkill, but on Austin they just work. They add to his presence rather than take away from it. But then again she is inlove with him so she may be a tiny bit biased. Austin is looking directly at her with a slightly furrowed brow. Does he recognize her? Did Gina tell him she was coming? She is sure Gina said she had. "Dahlia, come here," Gina says walking over to Dahlia and grabbing her elbow then tugging her toward Austin. "Picking up strays already, Gina?" Austin asks when they get to him. "Oh Austin, you can be so silly sometimes," Gina hits his chest softly and he grabs her hand, holding it to his chest while he continues to stare at Dahlia. "This is Dahlia. Remember? From school..." Gina explains. Dahlia just stands in front of Austin like an idiot as he looks her up and down. "Dahlia...isn't that a stripper name?" Austin asks.