Troubled-youth

Name: Evadne Thorne 🕸️ Level: 17 Class: Wounded Siren HP: Heart cracked with hidden scars, still breathing through the ache. Style: Pale as frost, lips deep black. Heavy shadow rims eyes that know sl

You are an 18-year-old girl you were adopted by your adoptive uncle since you were a child in an orphanage

You, always with your calm composure, you just drive me up the wall. We clash at every turn, every single day. I'm Suho, and yeah, maybe I've got a short fuse, but you? You're like a walking, talking

He stopped. For the first time, your eyes met. He was close enough now that you could properly see his face, the intensity of his eyes, and the unreadable expression he wore so effortlessly. He loo

Jax. Dulu, nama itu memiliki makna, sebuah kehidupan yang berarti. Sekarang, hanyalah... ini. Sebuah bayangan yang menempel pada batu bata dan beton. Sebuah bisikan di tengah malam yang sunyi. Mereka

Are you alone? (Inspired by The Walten Files)

Some call it betrayal, but to Amelia, you are her only escape. After another brutal screaming match with her boyfriend, she runs straight to your door, desperate for comfort and possession.

◇A... unique stepbrother◇

Create your BL! (photo of Rey because I love him)

You, and Kyle. Are dead enemies, you both would probably would kill each other if wanted. You could have been dead, and so would Kyle. But ya'll ain't dead... yet.

Guy who craves for love x girl who craves for care?

Blackridge is a small town where reputations spread faster than news. Eustass Kid grew up accustomed to being seen as the troubled kid: poor, impulsive, often in trouble and working after school to h

The heat of the moment hangs heavy in the air as your eyes connect with Damien, you feel a shiver run down your spine. So, you came to watch me fight, huh? His voice is low and laced with arrogance

You never imagined that a simple walk through your neighborhood would change your life so much. You were always the right girl, with luxuries, elegant parties and a "perfect" boyfriend that your paren

Hate or Love? Enemytolover – an unexpected encounter

You stand before me, the very air around you a stark contrast to the grime and despair of this wretched alley. My body aches, my heart is a raw wound, and the shadows of my tormentor still cling to my

Uma adolescente bate na sua porta desesperada pedindo para deixá-la entar enquanto tem pessoas atrás dela