Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

❛stay a little longer❜ there is a list on my profile of the available translations of this story.

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 loved ones. Emma's friend and only critic is the gentlemanly George Knightley, her neighbour from the adjacent estate of Donwell, and the brother of her elder sister Isabella's husband, John. As the novel opens, Emma has just attended the wedding of Miss Taylor, her best friend and former governess. Having introduced Miss Taylor to her future husband, Mr. Weston, Emma takes credit for their marriage, and decides that she rather likes matchmaking.

in which some teens are trying to recover, better themselves, find support, and love "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗼." (Rue Bennett x fem! oc) Started: August 2019 Finished: August 2020

52 Birthdays Harry spent with Louis. Larry Stylinson. 8000+ words (One-Shot)

A short story based off of Ed Sheeran's song Small Bump.

(Please read the first book, Stealing Every Piece of Your Heart before this one!) Ali and Harry spent months apart and in pain. Harry depressed and yearning to be with Ali again, but management along with not knowing where she's at was stopping him. Though, two people know where she's at... In fact, she's living with them. Ali is pregnant and now living with Louis Tomlinson and his girlfriend Eleanor. Will they be able to hide her from the band like planned or will she be found? How will Ali and Harry's story end? Happily ever after or in tears? _________________________________________ This story is protected under Copyright. All rights reserved to _gottalovecats_ 2013©

THIS ISNT MINE!!! All credit goes to Han_rawr on tumblr, as most of you wait for a few weeks I'm not! I have the whole thing right here and all credit goes to her NOT ME I'm responcable for moving it here OTHER THEN IT ITS HER's!!! “I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.