"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"Eu e você fomos feitos para dar errado... Mas é meio tarde demais. Você é perfeitamente errado para mim, Shawn Mendes." ••• CONCLUÍDA! Rankings: #86 em FANFIC { Plágio é Crime! }

*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

{CONCLUÍDA} Ela sempre precisava ficar lembrando a si mesma sua condição de fã. Ele sempre repetia a si mesmo que ela era só mais uma fã. A distância ajudava. Os sentimentos, não. ------------------------------------------------------------- IMPORTANTE: essa não é uma história S/N. Se vc tem uma necessidade mto grande de se sentir a protagonista, essa fic está postada em sites de fics interativas, go crazy: https://focusfanfiction.com/fanfics/atores/90-por-cento/ A fanfic foi iniciada em Fevereiro/2018, tem coisas que não fazem sentido hoje mas que faziam na época. Acontece.

Derivado de 90 Por Cento (http://goo.gl/iMHeHv) e 90 Por Cento: Los Angeles (http://goo.gl/sABAaF) Livro com pequenos contos que não conseguiram entrar durante os capítulos dos dois livros originais. É preciso ter lido os outros livros antes.

estéticas, linhas, fontes, decorações, biografias para rpg, emojis modificados e etc ✰♡

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.*