Emily knows keeping an interaction with him means heart break, for the sake of her mother she chooses to ignore her body's wishes and follow her mom's. But her interest in him was always exciting and pleasurable. Aaron meets her again after there awkward leave in his bedroom, except this time, he is dating her mother. He fights his urges of ever being with her again and commits to her mother, except late at night it isn't her mother on his mind, but her.

Arthur and Freddie have what we'll call an unusual relationship. Half-naked sleepovers, borrowing each-other's boxers, and the occasional unexpected wank session. But don't worry, no homo exists for a reason, and it's one of their favourites. Best friends, no benefits, and a whole lot of strings attached. But their dysfunctional dependence on each-other will catch up on them at some point, and when it does, who knows? Maybe they'll snog and shag and fall in love, or maybe they'll snog and shag and fuck it up. I guess we'll find out... eventually.

Officially now a series! Watch all episodes now on mewatch. [BOOK ONE] Highest Rank Thriller: #1 (4.12.17) "Whatever he does, whatever he throws at me," I panted, leaning my back against the door as my usually obnoxiously loud voice dropped to a hushed whisper, "I hope he kisses me not." *** Addison Pilediah celebrated her 21st birthday a little more differently than others. When a gold flake encrusted invitation letter had arrived at her doorstep just the day before her big day, Addison's curiosity had gotten the better of her for she had a nagging feeling that all was not right in the world. She knew that something, or rather someone, was playing tricks with her, and as a very curious girl, she had to find out what it was. It only took one atrocious and life-threatening party, an obnoxious group of party-goers, and one devilishly handsome cynical spirit for Addison to realize that perhaps going to the party was not the brightest idea. Especially since she would be locked in an old boathouse for a while with a bunch of evil beings that would gladly try to kill her. In fact, it would be a miracle if she could make it out alive after receiving kisses from Death himself. *** completed inspired by HP: Prisoner of Azkaban Highest Rank Fantasy: #6 Highest Rank Teen Fiction: #54

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

For Eloise Park, the lines of glittering love and golden jupiter always seem to blurred. Maybe Jonah Kim can help find what's missing before it's too late.

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

Tuesday lives with her aunt after the death of her mother in a car accident following remission from cancer. Angry at the world, she rebels against her guardian, her education and her nervous peers, and it isn't until she meets Max (with his own burdens to bear) that she begins to learn how to navigate the tumultuous waters of college, friendship and love once more. ★ WATTYS 2019 WINNER: Young Adult ★ ★ 3 TIMES FEATURED: Homepage banner & Wattpad Picks, Editors' Choice x2 ★ ★ 1ST PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Constellation Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE GEN FICTION: The Rising Star Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Annual Medley Awards 2018 ★

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. The idea is that the eyes can give you insight into the person's inner world - their thoughts, feelings. They don't lie. So why was it every time I looked into her eyes, the window progressively got foggier? Even through the translucent glass panes, there was always a soft glow that could still be seen but there was nothing. It was like a fire had been extinguished. [content warning: abuse, strong language, mature scenes, trauma, mental illness, bullying, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, suicide, some smut, etc.] ~~peak rankings: #1 deafness