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they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

Cody is a not so normal girl. She is a tomboy but has her girly moments. Her parents passed away in an animal attack... Or so people but her think. Cody has medium dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim face, and a nice smile. You will have to read the rest. Now, what happens when her life turns completely around?

When you want answers, you have to chase after them. Once you catch up to the answer, you must run from it. In a world where law and enforcement run everything, theres no thing as freedom. People who are optimistic like Harry are blind to this, until a pessimistic girl named Mia showed him the open doors; dismissal ________________ WARNING: this book will contain vulgarity, violence, mild sexual content, and is recommended for mature readers only.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

A Calum Hood fan fiction one shot

Harry's mom ran. She ran every single time her relationships failed. What else could she do? She could get over it. Harry wished she would. He hates having to pack up, leave friends (if he even had time to make any), and go to a new place. When Harry and his mother finally move into a new house and his mother gives him the "this could be the one" speech, yet again, Harry doesn't think it's even worth while to unpack. He just thinks it will be a matter of time before his mom wants to pack up and leave again. He decides to not make friends this time, to not care about anything this time, to just wait. Soon his mother will want to leave, so what's the point? Perhaps when Harry meets Louis, the twenty-six year old man that lives across the street and just so happens to be Harry's type; gay, he'll find a way to make his mom want to stay longer. He just doesn't know how...

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"