Hoi! Su questa raccolta metterò tutti i miei disegni e altre cose come mini-collezzioni(squishy, videogiochi.....) spero che vi piacciano!!!
❝ do you want me to hit you?with my lips? ❞[!] takes a long time before newupdatesrequest: openh.r: #7 in 'wannable' #5 in 'wannaone'
FBI agent Jack Rhodes and Doctor V.C. Coldwater team up to solve a murder involving treason, secret government research, and the Uzbekistani black market. ***** Commander Jack Rhodes was kicked out of the Navy SEALs after a mission went wrong, but he continues to serve the public as an agent of the FBI. After a woman is murdered, he's forced to team up with the unconventional and flagrantly disrespectful Doctor V.C. Coldwater. What looks like a simple case turns out to extend deep into government research, nuclear fission, and the global criminal underworld. Jack's forced to rely on a woman he thought he'd despise, because in a case this complicated, she's the only person he can trust.[[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]
В некотором городке, в некотором государстве, несносную дочурку президента поймал Джефф Убийца !Всё государство было в шоке!Но потом, в шоке оказались Джефф и вся остальная криппипаста!😂😂😂
The Story is about 6 Friends who are all diffrent. The only thing they have in commen is that they all love Marvel. They happen to win tickets for the primiere of Black Widow, but they shall never make it there. !Spoiler alert!//In Cooperation with @fantasybooks177
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Two months after disbanding the Literature Club due to internal conflict, former club president Monika had a change of heart & priority and decides to establish a new club: a Motor Club.In need of a fifth member, she has to turn to the only former male member of the Literature Club, Alex.Unbeknownst to her, she's inadvertently sent her and the girls in the middle of an enduring strife between Alex as the Most Wanted and the House: a nefarious criminal organization now located in Palm City that controls its underground and police force.Teaming up with Alex and some other helping hands, Monika and the girls will have to use their wits and high-speed adrenaline to take the fight to the House in the Grand Tour: the biggest race in the country.At 7,000 RPM, victory is the only option.
He stares at me intensively while i stare back at those deep brown eyes . I look away not knowing what to do. "look at me audry " he says with a deep husky voice that send chills down my spine or is it because it's cold out here .....maybe both!!! . "audry look up" he says again softly". He smiled when i looked up. "why does it have to be this way" i said with a broken voice . He said nothing and kept quite . "answer me" i whispered while i stared at his face to detect any emotion ......none. I turned my back towards him and started to walk away but suddenly i bumped into a hard object . I looked up and saw those same brown orbs again . He had both his arms around me and gently hugged me while drawing small circles on my back. I just wish it was always this way !!!
Tác giả: Hạ Thứ Hạ ChíThể loại: Cổ trang giang hồ, nhất thụ nhất công, ôn nhu cường công x phúc hắc cường thụ.Tình trạng: 52 chương (Hoàn)
The Lams Hotel, a hotel that's made for LGBTQ+ people, or other people with bad home lives. It almost seemed like it was designed to help the universe work it's magic. Like when 6 people come together and become best friends.Patton Hart, a gay, trans male.Logan Kroft, an almost emotionless gay.Roman Kingsly (and his brother), an extravagant gay.Virgil Storm, a gay boy with anxiety and depressionRemington Reste, an extra gay boy who's moms died and he was left with his homophobic uncleAnd Emile Picani, a gay guy who just wants to help___________________________________________Patton is trans, ftm. His dead name is Sunni.Got some platonic Losleep, Momile, and Analogicality