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❝Why do you look so dead?❞ The love story between life and death.
❝Why do you look so dead?❞ The love story between life and death.
[Featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine!] Have you ever heard that phrase 'Living the Life of Riley?' It's a reference to a life that's carefree and easy. People assume my life is like that. Friends, college, hot boyfriend, the world on a silver platter. What a load of crap. My friends are questionable, college is a drag...
(complete) And he was so eager to be her hero that he forgot to be his own, because loving Natalie Beck is the strongest act of self-destruction Harry'd ever known. (Original fanfiction version) © 2015 polaroidlou
[COMPLETED] A man so mentally unbalanced drowning in a world of judgement and nonacceptance finds himself in front of the only woman that will treat him as an equal. But will his undeniably demeaning track record of the amount of times blood has been stuck under his fingernails cause yet another therapist to give up o...
❝I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth.❞ Harry doesn't care about the blood on his hands until it's hers. 2017 FEATURED STORY Highest Ranking: #141 in Fanfiction ©chloecorrie 2016-2017
a stranger's touch.. a stranger's gaze.. can be so familiar. [Read Prologue]
Emma Woodhouse, aged 20 at the start of the novel, is a young, beautiful, witty, and privileged woman in Regency England. She lives on the fictional estate of Hartfield in Surrey in the village of Highbury with her elderly widowed father, a hypochondriac who is excessively concerned for the health and safety of his lo...
They weren't expecting to fall in love. Their pasts prohibited it. Yet fate and the cold winter air had other plans. Opportunities will arise that will cause both to make the decision to either let love go or fight for what they want-- each other. [Harry Styles AU] All Rights Reserved © jhildey | 2013 || COMPLETED Th...
He loved her; and he has waited far too long to say the words. Charlotte has been in his life for as long as he can remember, and she's never been anything but the best friend he's ever had. When life continues to incessantly throw Harry curve balls, he's determined to dodge them all if it means being able to finally...
He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintin...
I could never forget how deep is, His passion in taking photographs, Whilst tightly held my finger tips, As humor danced in his eyes and twisted smooth lips . . .
In which he sings and plays his guitar everyday without knowing of the lost girl who sits behind a tree, listening to his music.
BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be...
❝But who could love me? I am out of my mind.❞ in which a troubled man becomes infatuated with a frivolous girl over bitter coffee, midnight talks, and a journal full of secrets. © louminosity 2015 cover by: @scxlpture
"so what are you supposed to be? my saving grace?" "yeh. something like that." A story in which a girl who hates St. Patrick's day learns what love is from some Irish asshole in jeans and a leather jacket-her Guardian Angel Niall Horan. Unpublished work © 2015. drunkennialI ::currently on hold bc of school:: but still...