(WARNING: Mature/Sexual content) 18+ Madison Quinn is a twenty-one year-old woman who moves to Manhattan, New York, employed as a Personal Penthouse maid. She takes up the offer to clean a penthouse on 56 Leonard Street in TriBeCa, lower Manhattan, New York, that is all around luxurious enough for the man whom lives within its opulent walls, Louis Tomlinson, a thirty-three year-old multi-billionaire of LT Bank, his striking blue eyes causing every ounce of her body to swoon. The same eyes lure her in to undergo a life she never thought she would experience. (WARNING: Mature/Sexual content)

[✓] ∥ "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

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ❝I'm not afraid of you,❞ I whispered, though the tremor in my voice said otherwise. He smiled - that quiet, devastating kind of smile that means trouble - and let his eyes drift down to my lips. ❝I'm not sure if I believe you,❞ he murmured, ❝or if I need to.❞ ❝I'm not afraid of you, Louis.❞ I wanted it to sound like defiance. It sounded like surrender. His eyes flicked up to mine - but this time, they didn't soften. ❝You should be,❞ he said, low. ❝I'm a murderer.❞ ❝I don't care,❞ I said. Then his lips found mine - and for the first time that night, the world didn't feel like something I wanted to leave. He pulled back just enough to breathe against my skin. ❝As I said,❞ he whispered, ❝we're both fucked up.❞ And then he kissed me again - harder this time, like he was trying to erase every reason we shouldn't. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ - ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ - ᴀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʟᴅ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑

[COMPLETED] ❝ How many nights have you wished someone would stay? ❞ Jocelyn Greene is a reserved moon, a gentle soul that came across the charming golden sun, Louis Tomlinson, by mere coincidence. He lit up her dimmed world a bit more than she'll like to admit, the two connecting through the smiles and sorrows passing by. Weaknesses and strengths shared. That's to say home isn't the same without each other anymore. It's no four-built walls and bittersweet memories, it's more. The sensation is inexplicable but warm, blissful, and safe. The moon, the sun, the ocean. But what happened to the silent ocean? Her former childhood best friend. . . . A story about falling outs, mental health, overcoming fears, wounded tears, and a journey of destined love from the beginning. MY OTHER WORKS: Strawberries & Cigarettes [l.t] - currently ongoing.

COMPLETE "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is a reaction, both are transformed." Alexia Holloway has the perfect life, good grades, great friends and a promising future. She knows what she wants and how to get there and stays on the straight and narrow path to achieving her goals. Louis Tomlinson is the big man on campus, popular, funny and attractive. He seems to have it all but beneath the surface couldn't be more different. A chemistry assignment will lead to changes neither of them would have seen coming. #COWAwards2018

"I seem to have no control over myself when I'm with you." Copyright© 1Deverland Inc. 2016 All Rights Reserved.

consencere; (v.) to grow old and gray together; to stay too long in an occupation; or to decay, to lose respect, to fade. © 2015, @evergloww All Rights Reserved. Cover by @evergloww ! trigger warning to anyone struggling with self harm ! COMPLETED

Everybody has a story, but Mia's is definitely special. After being seperated from Shiloh, her one true love, she decides to hitch-hike across the country to reunite with him. The boys of One Direction just happen to be doing a show in Las Vegas when they stumble upon this 'traveller'. They hear her story and are moved to help her, bringing her along and promising to drop her off at her destination. But when a certain someone finds himself facinated with this girl, what will happen? {Book 2 in 'Inspirations' series}

❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j

You are a Healer, working in the castle of Prince Louis Tomlinson. You have always had a bit of a crush on the Prince, but now he seems to be showing interest in you as well. Will your love prevail over greedy foreign Princesses, strict council members, and the level of your station? Warning- Story can be dark at times, obviously has cursing it's Louis after all, and some more mature scenes in later chapters. All photo and art credits to OG creators.