***COMPLETE*** Series coming down Nov 1st He asked me to tell him why I loved the cello and I told him but I wasn't expecting his response. "The way you describe it is so beautiful. Reminds me of what it feels like when you're really making love to someone." "Uh no. It's nothing like that," I said. "Oh I think it is. Perhaps you've never really had someone make love to you. It's euphoria and relaxation all at once if it's being done right. All those touches," he brushed his fingers against my neck and I shivered. "All the arousal," he stepped closer and dropped his head next to mine, his hot breath hitting my skin. "All the kisses in all the right places," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "You can't tell me the feeling of someone filling you up and caressing your body slowly, over all the curves, all the peaks, into all the crevices while they move in and out of you, with you, making your own music with all the moans and whimpers." Emery Barner is in a long-time relationship with her highschool boyfriend, but things aren't going exactly great between them. She's struggling to support them both and trying to go to school for music, working several jobs at once. One of those job is to do what she loves: play the cello. She plays at a fancy, romantic restaurant where most people walk right by without appreciating the heart she puts into her playing, until one night when she's approached by two businessmen, one of which catches her attention more than he should. Milo Sanders, a billionaire businessman on the spectrum, is scrambling to find a replacement musician for his upcoming charity event after the one he had lined up was stolen away. Milo is stewing in anger over dinner at the loss of a popular musician, he discovers a cellist playing at the very restaurant he's in. He never intended to want anything from her except her musical talent but the more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself wanting much more from her.

If one thing was true for all comic books, it was this; the unnatural happenings that shape the character's origin story cannot be ignored. Doesn't stop Lucy from trying. (Sequel to One Two Three and Four. Go read that first.)

[Zuko x Oc] Kida is Sokka and Katara's sister. She's the oldest of the three and has to be the most responsible in these times of war. It all changes, however, when the Avatar appears. Now it's up to her and her siblings to get Aang to the North Pole. The problem is that Kida's reckless side comes out once she's finally away from home and she also keeps finding herself on a certain prince's ship.

Rachel Vaughn is being hunted by something... unexplainable. And she can't help but think it has something to do with Luc, the handsome but mysterious guy who lives next door. { Book I of The Psychic Curse } After her boyfriend cheats on her, Rachel Vaughn needs a fresh start. She finds it in a new apartment, and despite having some seriously weird neighbours, she quickly settles into her new home. But her cozy little apartment soon becomes hostile as strange things start happening. Small things start to go missing, she hears voices at night, and once... once Rachel swore she heard a growl. Though her friend Polly fears Rachel may be losing her mind, it soon becomes clear that Rachel is being hunted by something... unexplainable. And she can't help but think it has something to do with Luc, the handsome and mysterious guy who lives next door. Eerie, thrilling, and romantic, The Psychic Next Door twists, turns and tortures you until its heart-stopping climax. Rankings ----- Previously featured on Wattpad Featured on the Wattpad Stars profile #1 in #Psychic #1 in #Spirit #1 in #Haunting / #Haunted #2 in #Ghost #3 in Paranormal

❝After we what?❞ ❝Kiss. Four little letters just like my name.❞ ❝And you're nuts. Four little letters just like your name.❞ | In which Monica Geller's apartment has three rooms | [FRIENDS] [Season 1 - 10] [Joey Tribbiani x OC]

Seraphina Calvin had stopped believing in Santa a long time ago. So when he falls off of her dad's roof on Christmas Eve, she's not really sure what to think. Join her, Charlie, and their father as they embark on a magical journey and rediscover the meaning of Christmas. * * * This is a story based off of The Santa Clause movies. I decided to write this because those are some of my favorite movies and I have a lot of awesome ideas to write a story so I hope you like it.

People say that everyone has a past life that they don't remember - you included. But who believes in any of those tales of reincarnation anyway? You're wrapping up your final quarter of college, and you think all has gone by fairly normally. That is until you're approached by the King of Nightmares, who seems to know more secrets about your existence than you've ever remembered about yourself. However, he's shocked to find that you have no knowledge of him or any of his statements about royalty, ancient times, or mythical beings. Right when you thought you had the rest of your life figured out, you begin to question who you really are. In the meantime, what will the Man in the Moon or Guardians do when you and the Nightmare King meet? What will the kingdom's fearlings think? Will you decide to join Pitch and his throne after all, or will you resume your regular life away from the scene of legends as you had intended? And most importantly, who are you? I do not own Rise of the Guardians, Guardians of Childhood, you, or the artwork.

"Don't tell me you're not mine, Scarlett. I'm yours and you're mine, sugar. All mine. So go finish your shift quickly because I'm taking you home to pay for your shit tonight and the longer you make me wait, the more creative I get with what I'm going to do with you." Scarlett Peters just moved into an apartment above a bar, owned by a man who's practically her family. She planned to escape the mess of her life and an abusive ex, having swore off men. But plans don't go so well when she meets a regular at the bar and former marine, Ryker. He's chaos and dangerous, wrapped up in an irresistible package. Ryker has never been one to settle down or be with a girl more than once. But there's something irresistible about his friend's niece he just can't stay away from, especially not when he finds out her abusive ex is still bothering her. This is a sample only, full book available on Patreon through the link in my bio

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

Aurelia's green eyes scanned the boardwalk as she lifted her bag higher onto her shoulder. Her red hair glowed in the light from the Ferris Wheel and it caught the attention of a dark haired young man leaning against his motorcycle. His eyes drank in her form as he felt his dead heart cry out for the woman before him. His hand reached out to tap his brother's arm and pointed in her direction. David turned and froze as he too drank in the beautiful woman who hadn't noticed their attention. "Paul. Marko. Leave them." He hissed without having to look to see his other brothers openly teasing the needy human girls. "What? Why?' Paul whined and rolled his eyes at David. "It's her." Dwayne growled at his brothers, offended they dared to question. Marko and Paul both turned to look and instantly shoved the girls away from them, their attention now only on the red haired woman. She was now looking at a map in her hands and tilting her head to the side. David groaned as he watched her bite her lip in thought. Dwayne took in an unneeded breath as he watched her shuffle her feet and he watched her legs. Paul's eyes were fixated on her unruly red curls. Marko found himself licking his lips as she reached up to move her hair and unknowingly flashed her beautiful pale neck to him. Aurelia had caught the attention of four very dangerous creatures and she didn't even know it. She was now their prey... But not in the way you would think.