23-year-old Cameron Moore has been through hell and back in the past year. Part of that hell has been her now ex-boyfriend breaking up with her, leaving her devastated. To make matters worse, she now has to work with her ex's new girlfriend, Katie Hogan. So what happens when Cameron unexpectedly finds herself falling for Katie?

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Elias Miller is a chronic insomniac who prefers to stay invisible, while Vinnie Madden is a notorious party animal, with more energy than the sun hopped up on caffeine. At a party, Elias and Vinnie strike up an unlikely friendship, after which, one thing leads to another, and lets just say, mistakes were made. Or was it a mistake? Elias sure thinks so. Then, as the situation rapidly devolves, Elias and Vinnie get paired together for an english project, and Elias's entire life becomes a whole series of highly stressful events with Vinnie staunchly wedged right at the center of absolutely fucking everything. After all, Vinnie Madden is a god damned sun, and his presence is so all consuming that eventually, all Elias can do is sit back, bask in the glow and try not to get fucking sunburnt. [NOW COMPLETE]

A double life is an art of deception-and Daisy Lockwood has mastered it. By day, she's a brilliant prosecutor's assistant in Canyon Springs, a rising star in the legal world. By night, she's the reluctant heiress to Theodore Vanderbilt's corrupt empire, a man who owns the city-and her future. Her father forced her into his world, trading her dreams of botany and quiet solitude for power, lies, and bloodstained loyalty. But everything changes when Ash Hollow appears-her father's enigmatic young lover. In him, Daisy sees a reflection of her own trapped soul. Now, she faces an impossible choice: play the perfect daughter, upholding the family's legacy of crime? Or burn it all down, even if it means destroying herself in the process? And what happens when the line between manipulation and desire begins to blur?

Leo Valdez and Nico diAngelo have many romantic adventures on the Argo II

IMPORTANT: If you are reading this in any site other than Wattpad and AO3, you are reading a stolen version. (Yeah, I mean teenfic) It's very upsetting not being given credit for your effort. Please, visit my official accounts to give your support! *MATURE*NSFW* Four different places, four different bases to advance. Hua Cheng is secretly plotting a teasing game for the Crown Prince. Will Xie Lian be able to resist it? I can tell you in advance, DEFINITELY NOT. Maybe even a fifth base can be found in a fifth place of their choice?? ~ Fluffy and dirty HuaLian moments. Enjoy! **Spoiler alert! The story takes place after the end of book 5 + extras!** *I do not own any of these characters, they are all part of MXTX's "Heaven Official's Blessing" novel.*

During the Hualian AU series (please look at my profile page!), Xie Lian and Hua Cheng had many moments of sexual tension, lots to fantasise about... These One Shots tell us all! Sweet, sexy, funny, crazy - All taboos are shattered!

[BxB] [spicy] [indianmc] "Kiss me properly," he demands. "I don't want to!" I snap, "I want to touch your hair!" I really did like his gold hair. Maybe I was in love with his conditioner. Was there a sexuality for that? He just looks confused. "Oh...okay." He tilts his head down for me. I touch it again, then let go and look away. "What?" he says. I'm not sure what to say to him, except that I want to exchange saliva with him again, but I don't want to ask for it since he looks amused and like he'll make fun of me. "Want to touch my arms again too?" he offers. "You're stupid. That's stupid. No I don't." Yes I do. ~~~ Indra never asked for a stepdad, much less a churchgoing one. But now he's stuck spending every Sunday pretending to enjoy it while his mom smiles politely and Patrick tries to get the new pastor to join their fantasy football league. Enter: Jaron Ashcomb - the pastor's son. Golden-haired, polite, painfully perfect. The kind of guy who makes friends instantly and doesn't laugh when Indra says "Asscomb" out loud. Indra's just trying to survive awkward mingling, dodge emotional vulnerability, and maybe finish a decent drawing without someone confiscating his pen. Too bad Jaron smells like expensive soap and looks like the sketchbook crush Indra definitely isn't allowed to have. Updates every Friday at 8 PM PDT :)

Eren was a friendly, carefree 13-year-old living in the city of New York, where he met a homeless teenager around his age. Pitying him, Eren gives the vagrant boy a dollar and his sweatshirt with hopes that he wouldn't freeze to death in the cold winter ahead. Four years later, and Eren is a 17-year-old that has a particular man crush for a rockstar he is a fan of. Little to his knowledge, this rockstar is Levi-the boy he saved four years ago with a mere dollar and sweatshirt. ~~~ I do not own the cover picture and have no idea who originally created it. If you are the artist and want credit or want it taken off please contact me.