3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her nails dug into my skin like razors, but I loved her. 11 P.M. - The flick of a lighter. I saw the flame in her emerald eyes as they both burned. She took a hit and handed it to me. It touched my lips and tasted like her. I felt the chemicals in my lungs. Everything was spinning, but I still loved her. Midnight - The flash of lights. They blinded me. I couldn't find my shirt. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls. Caught. I still loved her. I always would. WARNING: This story is Rated R for drugs, sexual content, and language. Reader discretion is advised. DISCLAIMER: All content is original. Please refrain from commenting the names of and comparing other fan fictions throughout the story, as any similarities between stories are purely coincidental or based off of real-life Camren moments.

"You are nothing but a game to me." // Camren (AU) // the devil's right there, right there in the details and you don't want to hurt yourself, hurt yourself looking too closely - fink

Lauren and Camila are two of the most promising soccer talents in the country. The two skilled girls are playing for the U-17 US team to win the world championship in Costa Rica. Their connection on the field is obvious but what happens off field when unexpected feelings come in to play?

In which Camila likes to kiss Lauren's cheeks until she realizes that kissing her lips is better.

Lauren Jauregui is engaged to her high school sweetheart Brad Simpson. With her wedding 3 months away, Lauren begins to get stressed, pressuring her relationship and is also stuck in a dead end job. Her friend Ally advises her to seek counsel from sex therapist and relationship counselor Camila Cabello. original: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8708340/1/Room-47

Sequel to CC7

You've never had a one night stand have you?" Lauren's manipulating a frayed piece of the duvet between two of her slender fingers when I look away from my book. Her eyes dance from mine, to my lips, to the clock on the nightstand behind me, then back to my lips. I smirk, "Am I that obvious?" She dips her head, her lofty brunette curls pouring out across the white pillow case. She tucks one strand that has fallen too far against her cheek, behind her ear timidly. I've still not grown accustomed to the demure version of Lauren I'm seeing now. When only minutes ago, she was ambitious, arousing, and unchaste. I confirm her suspicion. "Well you're right," I say. "I've never had a one-night stand," I grin, flustered, seemingly mirroring Lauren's own expression. "You were my first..."

Falling in love was the best and worst thing that ever happened to Camila. Lauren was beautiful, smart, passionate and, unfortunately for Camila, married.

love might not be enough to conquer everything life throws at you cover by @slothtato

"You're like a puzzle, I have all the pieces it's just a matter of putting them all together." "And have you finished the puzzle yet?" "No, as I put the pieces together, they display things I've never seen before; new things. But those things are only fragments of the big picture. If I've finished the puzzle, it means our story's done." "I hope you never finish it," "I don't think I ever will." She answered, honestly. COVER BY: SLOTHTATO