"im gonna leave you either way if you stay with me." - chase atlantic . . . In which Camilla, a sixteen-year-old italian girl, returns home from her exchange program in New York City with a surprise. Little does her school mates, including her best friend/brother, know that this surprise isn't a something and rather a someone. Isabella, sixteen, has lived in between America and Australia for a year with her aunt. Born in Australia, the young girl has travelled her whole life but is ready to move away from Western countries. And after hosting Camilla in her home during her exchange, Isabella is invited by her new italian friend to stay with her in Rome and to complete a year of schooling overseas. Niccolo, however, is just a young boy who wants to live out his teenage years as normally as possible. With girls hanging off of him at every possible moment he realises that he just wants someone new. After being pushed aside and dumped by his teacher, of which he had been secretly hooking up with, Niccolo is desperate for his sister to come home. However instead of receiving a souvenir as a present from New York, he is gifted the burden of having a beautiful girl staying at his home who has no interest in him at all. [9th December 2019 - January 2021]

Baby fanfiction. enemies to lovers trope ?

Cher Yoanes was just your average girl. She didn't do much other than cheer at her high school for her two bestfriends Camila and Chiara. Her life wasn't all that crazy like what they usually say it's like in high school but she wants to change that. What happens when a new boy comes to her school? And what happens when her best friends brother finds out he's been in love with Cher his whole life? Read to find out

Wattys 2018: Longlist Niccolò Romano. His name is a threat. Everyone that has ever crossed him has ended up dead. He is a killer, a gangster - a monster. And his enemies will do anything they can to hurt him.

When your two older sisters and their best friend all show up at your house telling you their about to rob a grocery store. There's many things that are going to go through your head, most people would try to stop them, maybe even call police on them. Some might sit home and wait and see how it plays and then there's people like me, who decide to jump on in. At first everything seemed like it was going well, we got the money, police didn't find out, all looked well until Rio showed up. That sexy intimidating gang leader. People feared him and the things he could do, but not me. To me that was my safety. Little did i know that by receiving my safety from him would come along with more intimidating urges and feelings towards the man himself. One moment i wanted to feel safe and then next i wanted to feel him. Inside of me. Filling me to the brim and touching me in all the places that needed to be touched by him. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Milena and photos used are to help visualize but i do not own them.

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 | " to be afraid." Ella Grace Walsh is a survivor. STANDALONE (GLENN RHEE X FEM!OC) (MALE!OC X FEM!OC) [TWD SEASON ONE - SEASON ELEVEN] VOIDGRIMESS © 2019

❝𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. ❞ -𝘍. 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 x 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯) (𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰) (𝘵𝘷𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 2-4) (-𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴) 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘤, 𝘒𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘓.𝘑. 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘞. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.