Dear Dean, Roses are Red Violets are blue Get over Seth. He doesn't love you. And I don't give a damn if he gave you a ring At the end of they day He'll be my king Love, his true love (: ****Dear jackass with the fancy rhyming, Touch my Seth And you loose your hand (: How's my rhyming? Love, your new worst enemy, Dean fucking Ambrose…
this is the place where I state my opinion and could really care less if you agree with it or not.*all covers made or used by me are used with templates/pictures from @voidallison*…
"Hey," Nikki said quietly from the dark corner.The other five turn in the direction of her voice. They can't see her fully in the dark room but they could make out her figure."What?" Paige said just as quietly. "Do you guys remember that pact we made at the end of Freshmen year?" Nikki asked. Roman smiles at the thought, "Yeah I remember it.""Of course you do," Seth says chuckling, "You're the one who made us agree to it." Dean shakes his head, "I don't remember it." Naomi looks at him, "You don't remember the pact?" Dean just shrugs and then pulls out a cigaret, "A lot of shit can happen in three years. Refresh my memory why don't you?" They all stay quite for a moment."Today," Roman spoke, "May 28, 2012. I promise to stand by my peers. To stay drama free.""To stay away from the 'it' crowd" Nikki said quietly."To respect others, as well as myself.." Seth muttered."To stay clean... Drug free..." Dean said then dragged out his cigaret. "To follow our hearts... Accomplish our dreams." Naomi said quietly "To be the best we could be. To make our senior year drop dead amazing..." Paige mumbled They all remain silent. "Well," Dean said throwing his cigaret in front of him stomping on it. Then grabbed another one from the box. "Didn't we do one hell of a job keeping that pact?"*Voted Best WWE High School Fanfiction 2x*Voted Best WWE Fanfiction 1x*…
"Ma'am will you please open the door!" The man shouted tiredly. "If you think I'm about to open the door for a bunch of pigs then you got me fucked up!" She shouted and he grunted before trying to knock the door down once more, "Cut that shit out!" "Dean." Sasha groaned, "This isn't working." "You don't think I see that?" Dean groaned loudly then turned back towards the door, "What's it gonna take to get you outta there lady? There's gotta be something." The woman was silent for a moment before speaking, "Help me get my son." ***City living is unforgiving. Naomi Fatu is a single mother trying to make ends meet for the sake of her 17 year old son who would rather live on the streets than in the apartment his mother is struggling to pay for. Dean Ambrose is what his city would like to call a traitor. Though having shouted 'fuck the police' in the days of his youth, he is now a detective alongside his partner, Sasha Banks. Both have been tiredly working the same case for the past three years with no signs of improvement. Sasha Banks is THAT bitch. Bad and she know it and ain't afraid to show it... in the public eye that is. Behind closed doors is an entire different story that she'd rather keep private. Preventing crime by day and trying to live comfortably at night was an impossible job... literally. When Naomi has trouble trying to pay the unpayable debt her 'deceased' husband had brought upon them, and Dean tries to convince Sasha that thinks he's getting closer to the answer they had been desperately searching for, how will the assistants of each other play a role in freeing all of their minds?…
*Sequel to What He Doesn't Know.* "Go get in the car Joelle." I say to her as I stormed up the stairs. "You are not fucking taking my daughter away from me Naomi!" I immediately heard him shout as his footsteps follow me. "I damn sure ain't leaving her hear with you!" I shout at him as I swung open the door to my room and walked over to our shared drawer, grabbing random shirts out of it. "Will you just fucking listen!" He screamed at me and I stopped my actions, "If you would let me explain-" "There's no need of an explanation Roman!" I shouted at him, "You fucked up! No, this was all you this time. This isn't anyone fault but your own. Explain to me? Explain to me?! Please Roman! Attempt to explain why the hell she was in my house?"…
Sequel to Broken Soul "I have a million eyes on me at all times. I have a million rumors flying out of a million people's mouths. I have my mom crying because she almost had to bury her second child. I have fans crying because I was their inspiration, yet I couldn't even fucking believe in myself. And on top of all that, I'm such a failure that I couldn't even DIE when i wanted to. So no, I'm not ok." ~ Nikki Bella…
A book in which I will probably roast myself into depression and become the one thing I hate, a hypocrite, just to give out a few writing and cover tips.…
while the title is self explanatory allow me to explain. This is my story ideas book. This is not one shots. I use this book to help me help you read what you wanna read. Kapish? *warning: my 15 year old self started this book and some of these are actually cringe as all get out ohmyFUDGINosh*…
"Can't you see? Hollywood pays someone to reenact the struggles I go through daily. So they, you, and everyone else can kiss my unhappy ass." ~Dean Ambrose'…
'You won't do shit' I text back quickly and turn my phone back off. I honestly enjoyed messing with this weasel. I could imagine him glaring at the screen right now. 'Shut the hell up Ambrose' he sent back to me and I laughed, enjoying the fact that I got a slight rise out of him. 'Make me Rollins' I respond with a smirk and only seconds later he responded. 'I wouldn't make you shut up. Because if i had to 'make you' do anything, I rather be making you scream my name in absolute pleasure and desire'*tempcreds*…
Stop treating life like its a fairytaleCause fairy tales end happily aren't real Because 'Sorry' isn't a real word in the real world. Because people just don't 'forgive' and 'forget' Because you'll regret it all that you did in the past And you'll never know which moment will be your last...…
Warning: Strong Mature Content. "Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink. "Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him. He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked. 'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do... I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine. I fell in love with her laugh. Her smile. Her jokes that weren't funny at all. Her attitude. Her personality. The way how I felt when I touched her. The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan. I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her. And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here. She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.…
This is just a cute four shot/short story of how the shield broke up, and kinda got back together. When Roman's six year old daughter, Joelle asks why her 'Uncle Seth' never comes over any more, Roman must find a way to explain to her how her Uncle betrayed him and Dean. And what better way to explain this to a six year old than by telling a magical story. *WELCOME TO MY FETUS WRITING. lol it ain't that good, but it's my first story and I use it as a reminder of what I can improve upon. But read at your own risk.*…
Yeah... We're gonna tell these stories MY way. I swear I'm writing this out of pure boredom...…