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Babygirl is pregnant and has her very own tv show

A tear breaks free. He painted me like a promise and signed it like a confession.

To my muse,
To be loved by an artist is to become immortal.
This is for you.
Yours always,
Maddox Shaw

Awwww

“ turn the camera on “
The painting scene

Cinemaaaaaaa 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😈😈😈

To be understood is to know intimacy. That’s what she told me the first time I met her. I get it now

“My lips meet hers so she can taste the damage she’s done to me. I want to be an irrevocable part of her. I want her to always have a part of me, and know there isn’t a second that goes by where she isn’t at the forefront of my mind.
Love isn’t strong enough for what I’m feeling. It’s the maddest kind of obsession that turns a man insane

Righttt

I glance between them. The resemblance hits me for the first time: the rich shade of their eyes, the identical flick of their brows, the curve of their chins, even the little cleft in their noses.
“Dad?”
“Reyna,” Shepherd gasps.

I. E.Y.E FUCKINGGGG KNEW ITTTTT

“Is that what you want? To see me on my knees, begging?” Maddox slides onto the floor, dropping to his knees between my parted legs. “Because I’ll crawl across glass if that’s what you want me to do. I’ll get on my knees every morning and every night if it means you’ll look at me again.”

I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement 🎵🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

My… my father.” I wait for a reaction that he doesn’t give. “He studied at Cresswell University. He’s the reason why I’m here. I think he was in the Order, or connected somehow.”
“What’s his name?” His curiosity isn’t enough to mask the unmistakable hint of concern.
“Richard Talbot.”
Baby Richard is shepherd #trust

My feet stall at the threshold of an office room. Is that… What type of Scooby-Doo shit is this? Why is there a hidden entrance behind a bookcase?

Screamssss

“She doesn’t get to forget about me. No one else gets to have her attention. I’m her fucking man, even if we’ll never be together. I’m the one she talks to. I’m the one who’s meant to be taking her out to dinner. I’m the only one who can wine and dine her, and see what she looks like without her dress. Not fucking Lawrence. Not any random men or women who don’t deserve her.

This fucking loser