"I married you for the money." "I married you for the sex." A gold digger and a rich man married for money and a sexual relationship. They also have a child.

in which a girl goes missing and the event causes everybody around her to realize every moment with loved ones is priceless and should be cherished. the girl finds more about the world and herself. ➵ (an a.u.) ➵ Josephine Horan, or also known as Josie, has been missing for a week now. Nobody has seen her since Tuesday morning but if anyone sees a girl with brown hair and blue eyes around, please contact the number on this screen. Her family is offering a huge amount of --" Niall shut the T.V. off and covered his face with his hands. His mind clouded with guilty thoughts. If he hadn't said those three words to her, she wouldn't have done it. Meanwhile Harry sat in his room, going through photos of them together while tears came down his face. The last thing they ever said to each other wouldn't possibly be enough. Zayn and Liam weren't exactly okay either. Their best friend was missing and the final words to each other before she went missing were not kind. It seemed like everyone had said something wrong to her before she went missing. They had all said different cold things but now they're all hoping for and thinking of the same thing. Josie, come home.

[ONGOING ✓] A story about a dying girl and a devilish boy who must work together to ensure her survival. Copyright © 2021 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover by: Myself]

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Evynn is a college student, has a great summer job, and is focusing on her dreams. She doesn't have time for dating. She's not even looking. Yet one day, a brief, chance encounter on the subway has her interest peaked. Can she find the sexy man whose soulful eyes and cheeky smile almost caused her to spontaneously combust? Set in Toronto, Canada. Please note: This story is an AU with elements of real life thrown in with creative license. This story is racy, because I love me some smut.

[completed] There was something about him that intrigued her. Something that pulled her in closer and closer. But he is everything she doesn't want in a guy. He was different; in a good and bad way. written: december 29, 2015 - january 3, 2017. Words to the wise: half of the time I wrote this in a rush so there's typos but I swear I know how to spell and how to use the correct there/their/they're. Just bare with the typos bc as said earlier I write them in a rush and I usually write late at night so yeah. But enjoy!

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.

This is the sequel to the break out novel "Free Me." Two years later Louis and Anastasia find themselves living the perfect life. Although things are still stressed between Zayn and them, they are now able to live a fairly normal life, as normal as a world famous pop star and his girlfriend can live. Anastasia has for the most part gotten over her old submissive ways. However things take a turn for the worst when one day Anastasia doesn’t come home. What happens when she wakes up in a strange new place – a room that resembles the small jail cell she was kept in for the many years of her awful childhood? What lengths will Louis go to, to insure her safety, to keep her safe and get her back?

We all thrive for perfection, craving to be that one masterpiece; picturesque and flawless. But that's all what it ever becomes; a craving, a desire. We have flaws, imperfections and dents. We're never that complete masterpiece. And even if we do get there, after tons of hard work and making a shit load of improvements, it still isn't enough, it never is. We will always want to be more and thus, we are once again rendered as 'imperfect'. The truth is, we're all a work in progress baby. ---------------- All rights reserved.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles