when "platonic" doesn't go to plan. t.chalamet | socialmedia started | december first, 2020 finished | december eighteen, 2021 highest ranking !! :) #1 in female ( as of 12/15/21 ) #3 in media ( as of 12/22/21 ) #1 in tchalamet ( idk i forgot the date lol )

❛Careful who you trust, Vera❜ ➹ She's a writer in Paris, who may have found someone worth writing about. Just one problem... he's a thief, and he might have just roped her into the biggest robbery of all time. ➹ Timothée Chalamet x fem!(oc) -- [x-reader] lenient, per reader's choice -- Wohoo! Hope you enjoy this romantic thriller! [ © - kingdombyers] COPYRIGHTED!! I do not consent to this story being republished on ANY site other than Wattpad, or by any user other than me.

After the events of D.C., The Winter Soldier escaped both HYDRA and SHIELD with barely his life and a mix of memories that he couldn't put back into place. Boarding between the Winter Soldier and Bucky Barnes, he ends up in a small town that barely heard even a whisper of the Winter Soldier. Ray Smith's past was very similar to the infamous Bucky Barnes. At sixteen years old, she lost both her leg and her memory in a terrible accident. But she walked away with her life and her family. Now ten years later, she's returned to the old town she grew up in to look after her parents and the land she grew up on. Little did she know how drastically her life would change the day a stranded man landed on her doorstep.

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden

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.*

"Please Harry! I promise I won't do anything ever again, just please don't hurt me," I beg as I look into his now dark eyes. I see him pull out a scarf, as involuntary tears start to stream down my cheeks. "Don't worry babe. I'm not going to kill you," he says as he brings up his big hand to my face and uses his thumb to wipe away a tear. "I am only going to make you wish that you were dead," he whispers devilishly into my ear. || Annabel Fleming is finally getting a week off from her stressful college life. When she runs into Harry, a strange mysterious guy with dark hair, green eyes, and odd clothes. She somehow ends up waking up on a colorless island and not knowing how to escape.|| *This story contains dark and mature content. You will get no other warning.*

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

The most exquisite form of self-destruction is the betrayal between the human flesh and the soul. No one was who they were anymore. Normal jobs and careers were now transformed into a skill for survival. Surviving isn't the only thing they'll have to worry about. - - - CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT (not limited to): ABUSE/ VULGAR LANGUAGE/ DESCRIPTIVE GORE/ PTSD/ SEXUAL CONTENT PLEASE READ AT OWN RISK!

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."