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Crosses - G-Eazy

SomethingAboutTheBoy

Leituras 292
Votos 9
Capítulos 8
Tempo 48m

Leituras 292
Votos 9
Capítulos 8
Tempo 48m

SomethingAboutTheBoy

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When you're 16, everything turns to shit. It's a fact of life, really. But, when your friend drags you to a rappers party, and wake up with a man in your bed (well, not yours, but a bed) what do you do?
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  "His fingers wrapped around her slim arms, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, his large hands cold and cruel. She looked up at him, her eyes widening when she saw him gazing down at her, his lip split and his eye blackening."Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Tainted Desire , de _Hayln

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. ❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ Living on Yakuza territory was never supposed to be her story. But debts don't forgive. And neither do the men who collect them. She was a loyalist to the rules until she unwittingly developed a taste for danger. She began to mistake recklessness for freedom, intoxication for strength, until the lines between caution and calamity dissolved altogether. And then there was him. The one they whispered about. The one with blood on his hands and shadows in his eyes. The one who looked at her like he had already decided how this would end. She did not want him, not until his cards came into play and she realized he had marked her as his ace, the piece he would use to topple the table and destroy the pot. She realized that falling back on the rules couldn't save her. It was already too late. He was going to ruin her, and she could feel the truth of it in her bones. He would twist her into a weapon, his own fire to ignite the empire. But one can forget how fickle the flames can be. Stoke them too much, and they no longer obey. They consume everything, even the hands that set them ablaze. ❥❥❥❥❥ ❣︎ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. ❣︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. ❣︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.

Logan, de braindeadwriter06

*TW* Contains topics and scenes of sexual assault, self-harm, abuse.* "You know you loved every second of it," I can feel the tears welling up as well as the anger building up within me. I stare at him for a while before I have to turn away from his hungry gaze. "Look I just came here to tell you that I forgive you for what you did back in Cali and I'll take you back," "You forgive me?" I yell. "I did nothing to you. You raped me! You fucking raped me! You have no right to come here and tell me that. You. Forgive. Me. You traumatized me. What you did to me tore me up inside and was eating away at me until I tried to kill myself. And when I told people they didn't believe me. I had to listen to so many people talk about how great a guy you were and how I clearly just regretted sleeping with you. You are a monster. You made me hate myself for something that was never my fault. You have caused me so much pain and suffering," I pause to take a deep breath. "So you don't get to come here to my school and tell me you forgive me. You don't get to make me feel bad about coming forward. The only thing I regret is ever thinking you were a good person." _____________________________________________ Logan Young is a 16-year-old girl about to start her senior year in a brand new town. The past year has been tough and her family moved to give her a fresh start. Her life before the move had been hard and she had been spiraling. She quickly makes new friends and even enemies. She builds up walls to protect herself. But what happens when an unlikely person helps her to tear down her walls and heal. Will she be able to survive in this new place and keep her secrets intact?

Addicted..., de marindaspann7

You don't know yet, but you became my cocaine, my vodka shots, my walk of shame, my bloodied wrists, the joint between my lips, the kisses on my fingertips... You became my Addiction. * * * Just because it hurts doesn't mean it'll hurt forever. Just replace your addiction!

The Forgotten Tragedy, de XxLuvTheDemonxX

Harsh and raspy; His voice bombed with power as he clenched his fists in rage. The young girl stumbled over her bare feet, her heart about to explode out of her chest. Her breathe was ragged, eyes shut for a split second before being born again and filling her body with a big scoop of that cold morning air. She starred hard at the morning sun as it started to peak its way over the horizon. All of her built up emotions start to find their way to her watery eyes and pour down her cheeks. Smiling as she cried the last thing that girl noticed was the wonderful white snow falling on that not so beautiful Christmas morning. He is a drunk, he cant let go of the pass or control his anger. She just wants to protect her child and live a happy life. She just wanted to help but now she needs someone to help. He just wants to be loved. Why does life never go his way? He is a horrible, rich powerful man and always gets what he wants. He has nothing yet he still tries to help all for what? #Wattys2016

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1), de MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

My Broken Girl (Bad Boy), de Abileneansongwriter

"I'm not a beautiful, I'm ugly". I said as he holds my hand. "Your beautiful and your broken". He said as he rest his head on my forehead. "They say 'She's beautiful, but broken'. I am broken and I always will be broken". I said as he pressed his soft lips on mine. "Not for long". He said as he holds my chin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story had inspired me to write this, so, don't steal my storyline. Warning! There will be violence There will be self harm There will be bad language

Nobody's girl , de lovlylair46_2287

Iris is seventeen. She's quiet, she's tired, and she's used to being invisible. At school, the bullying never stops. At home, her mother barely notices she exists-unless it's to criticize her. There's no one to lean on, no safe place to land. And the pain she carries? It's not just in her mind. It's carved into her skin, buried under skipped meals, and hidden behind fake smiles. Every day, Iris wonders how much longer she can keep going. Then he shows up. Loud. Reckless. The kind of boy who doesn't care what anyone thinks. He's everything she isn't until, somehow, he notices her. Really sees her. But when your whole world has taught you you're nothing, what do you do with someone who suddenly wants to know everything?

THE RETURN | Kirill Ivanov, de tearsonmytshirt

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

Falling for my best friend., de Amarazor_

They pooped together, They dressed together, celebrated birthdays together gone to school together and so much more. He was her pillow, She was his Blanket. People see them as Brother's and sisters but what about them? What do they see one another as? Heading to college, Lovetta realizes its now or never to confess her feelings... But what would happen? Would it affect there relationship they already share or would it bring them together. Going up and down battling, This 18 year old girl faces through hard times just for her one love she doesn't want to let go. Or would she? ************************************************************************* "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Say 'Hey' One more time and you won't be able to eat your favorite cupcakes." I frowned pushing him away and crossing my arms like a little child. I heard him sigh and soon enough his huge arms wrapped around my neck, nose buried in the crook. "You can say 'Hey' I love your voice anyways." My face heated fast and I bit my lip hoping he doesn't notice. God if he only knew how much his words affected me.

Fractured, de onelyscandals

Malia Rivers. Her family life was great. She had the life everyone dreamed of until her mom caught her dad with another woman. Of course her mom got custody and her father didn't even care. He didn't think how selfish he was destroying the relationship a mother and daughter had. Malia escaped from her mother who was very, is there even a word worse for psychotic. Every time Malia thinks about if her dad didn't cheat on her mom how things would've been different. But she has her best friends Quinton, Emma, and Darren. She also has her therapist Rita who's like an actual mother to her. Unfortunately with her and Quinton Romac it'll always be "just friends" no matter what happens between them. But that stops when she goes to a club, and that club has a blonde mysterious man. Would her life get worse or better with him? Love is a nightmare and a blessing. Was this love? She always wanted to be a lawyer she didn't know after meeting him she'd need one. 'Suddenly he stands up and drags me along with him. He takes me to the bathroom and locks the door as he grins at me. "I think it's time you should take a bath. But since you're so dirty and well I'm so desperate to see you clean as soon as possible so let's just give you one with your clothes on.". He shoves me onto the toilet, focusing on the tub letting the water flow. He lifts me up and forces me to face the mirror. I see him staring at me from behind as I wash my hands. I start brushing my teeth looking back into the mirror seeing that he's staring at me intently with curiosity in his eyes. He has amusement written all over his face leaving me stressed. My body shudders feeling his hands linger around my arm when he randomly decides to lift his arm and punch his hand into the mirror. I let out a scream as all the mirror pieces shatter and scratch my skin.' Highest Rankings #28 in toxic relationship 11/20/22 #31 in twisted romance 11/20/22 #7 in domestic abuse 8/26/24 -Trigger Warning, Contains Dark Themes

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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. ❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ Living on Yakuza territory was never supposed to be her story. But debts don't forgive. And neither do the men who collect them. She was a loyalist to the rules until she unwittingly developed a taste for danger. She began to mistake recklessness for freedom, intoxication for strength, until the lines between caution and calamity dissolved altogether. And then there was him. The one they whispered about. The one with blood on his hands and shadows in his eyes. The one who looked at her like he had already decided how this would end. She did not want him, not until his cards came into play and she realized he had marked her as his ace, the piece he would use to topple the table and destroy the pot. She realized that falling back on the rules couldn't save her. It was already too late. He was going to ruin her, and she could feel the truth of it in her bones. He would twist her into a weapon, his own fire to ignite the empire. But one can forget how fickle the flames can be. Stoke them too much, and they no longer obey. They consume everything, even the hands that set them ablaze. ❥❥❥❥❥ ❣︎ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. ❣︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. ❣︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.