" no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin " warning: heavy sexual content and other mature themes

When you're broke and the only thing you have are dreams, that's the worst combination. Colson and Zendaya live a hard life and the only thing keeping them alive is their belief in better tomorrow. But what happens when Colson gets an opportunity to start over and the only thing he leaves Daya is his promise to come back for her when he succeeds? Will they recognize each other after all those years apart or will only one of them live in yesterday? Can she accept some new changes that come into her life and will she cope with the consequences of Colson a.k.a. Machine Gun Kelly's new lifestyle? WARNING: the writer/author of this story has nothing against any race, sexual orientation or nation. All of the things written in this story are for plot purposes only. We are all equal and nobody should feel less worthy because of his/ hers difference.

Charlotte is a sort of star that never dies, she's a sunny sky with clouds that cry. Harry is a sort of flower that never fully blooms, he's the dark side of the moon.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

❝I'm not good for you.❞ ❝You're perfect for me.❞ ❝Staying with me could get you killed.❞ ❝And I wouldn't regret a single thing.❞ copyright © 2014-2015 harrystmh

The main character who, in the story, is referred to as "she," is stuck in a revolving story of another character's suicide.

*Updates most Mondays* Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles "I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I just couldn't. I hadn't set foot near a piano in nearly three weeks. The music didn't matter. What was the point of it anyway? Music was a distraction. Music was a curse."

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)