how does that coldplay song go? for you id bleed myself dry? yeah, something like that. or theres a part in the beginning that say look at the stars, look at how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah, they were all yellow? well, when i went to that rooftop that night, i went to watch the stars. at least thats what i told myself, i didnt actually have a reason for my wandering but i definitely didnt mean to go there to meet my yellow, but i did. i met my yellow that night. but apparently he didnt. -or- "ill teach you how to live," he stated simply as our eyes met once more. "how to really live." -word count- 95k- #1- 5sosfiction (1.31.21) #2- 5sos (2.10.21)

𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➙ 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ "They're for you," he whispers softly, and the moonlight seeping through the curtains bathes his jaw in a wonderful tone, "Everything I've written, is for you." or The one in which Hemmings is a professor with hidden secrets and he can't seem to keep his hands off his student. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ [includes smut, mentions of alcohol and or drug use, violence]

"Wish we could take it all off and just exist" DO NOT PRINT MY WORK! T.W. Mention of death, slight drug abuse, mentions of assault.

"7:15, that's our time."

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑──── ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ one successful singer meets a painter through hiring her to paint his band's new album cover. - an excerpt of clementine ivers' life - ¡ 2nd Place winner of the Fanfic Genre Batch1 in 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ! ¡ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! published @ 03/28/2020 completed @ 03/28/2021 [luke x fem!oc] -book 01 of the 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 © 2020-2021 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐨𝐟-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with bright leaves, and ever growing colors. EXCERPT: "Hi." "Um... hi." "What's your name?" "Sterling...." "Well... Aren't you going to ask me what mine is?" "No...Why would I do that?" "Because I'm a stranger peaking over the fence... I thought you'd be curious." "Well I'm a stranger sitting in a tree house... I stopped being curious a long time ago. Curiosity brings nothing but trouble." "Well I'm Harry... and I'm curious about you Sterling..." "Well... stop." -------------------------- DO NOT PRINT MY WORK!!! "Roots are not in landscape or a country, or a people, they are inside you." - Isabel Allende • TW: mentions of death, and rape/sexual assault. PTSD.

❝ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ❞ OR in which luke has been hiding his innocent roommate from the race track, and all of his friends. including calum hood. [ lowercase intended ] disclaimer: super cringey writing, u have been warned

When sixteen-year-old, Anastasia 'Annie' Evans, finds out that her mother's newly-engagement comes with having a stepbrother, she starts to develop a certain attachment to him; not knowing that she's about to embark on a euphoric adventure full of lust, lies, and secrets. [highest ranking : #1 in Fanfiction]

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*