"Come back, Ava. Why did you leave me?" He said looking deep into my eyes."After what you did, no one can come back to you!" I shook my arm forcefully, freeing myself off of his hold. I kept standing there facing him.I once again looked straight in his dark eyes and hissed, "You are a piece of shit and nothing else." He held my both forearms as tightly as he could, making me wince with the pain he was inflicting on me.He came near me, so near that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, making my surrounding warm and fearful. He leaned down to meet my face and said with a smirk on his face, "This piece of shit is your husband and you know that."ENTER ON AN EXCITING JOURNEYOF Love, Hate and Revenge. . . . cover designer | @equivocally highest ranking | #502 in Romance #212 in Mystery #247 in Thriller #12 in HOT #6 in Cocky #207 in CEO #16 Sexy #3 in Blood #2 in Project Woman Up #1 in Intentions
Sa lahat ng taong nakakasalubong ni Isabelle Yve Dominggo sa kanilang campus ay hindi niya aakalaing magkakagusto siya sa isang lalaki na kahit kung saan siya mapunta ay makikita niya ito. Hanggang sa umabot na ang bawat sulok sa kanilang paaralan ay sinasadya na niyang puntahan dahil nagbabakasakali na makikita niya ang kanyang nais masilayan.
1950's Post WW2 London. Living in the slums, Villon Gray, once a thief struggling through the war's impact on the East End. Thrust into war at the age of 12 and being met by a cryptic young woman he's freed from duty through bloody means, and after hospitalization he's returned to the ghettos with nothing more than the weathered clothes on his self.Age 22, he and his close friend Shil work their way towards their dreams of one day leaving the slums through the boxing ring. With the insight from the mysterious, now woman, Villon has a strong chance to guide both him and Shil through the dangerously corrupt world of a 1950's boxer.
•°. *࿐ in which bee learns to love herself, and maybe a certain redhead. tw/ contains violence, rape and abusethis is the first fic i wrote so this is probably my worst writing
From a small bud, to become a radiant beautiful woman, proud and strong.
hey my name is ariana grande but my friends have always called me ari for short, my parents died when we were 3 years old at least that what we been told. we been to five houses this year.....this will be our six house, the always send us back after a while i dont know why though, every foster family we ever had would send us back after a couple of weeks with me and daylen. they would complain about my red hair and how daylen was too "strange" . so it was back to the adoption center once again, we got back here 2 months ago. i layed in bed wondering if i would ever meet the right family, karol the woker here came in my room saying happily that the mallette-bieber family were gonna come soon for the interview and that she had a good feeling about this one she never told me that before she would just smile and walk away but being all happy and excite about this family? she must be hiding something but who knows.