A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

When Michaela Tate decided to interview her writer ex-fiancé, she expected him to be working on something good--she just never imagined his new book would be about her. ***** In desperate need of a good story, Michaela Tate has no choice but to accept a one-time opportunity to help interview famous, secluded writer Lincoln Calloway, fresh out of a two-year disappearance from the public eye. Years after their previous romantic relationship imploded, Michaela doubts she knows him at all, but he still knows her--and the book he's writing about her is clear proof of that. In that book, the princess saves herself. Over and over again. [[WATTPAD EDITOR'S CHOICE]] [[WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST]] © 2017 caterina george // all rights reserved

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Callum Wright, the boy with a heart of stone, is the number one target of Hell Week. And Scout Dawson, who fights fire with fire by falling in love with him, can only get burnt. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 by Noelle N. Cover by @stereohearted.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Scarlett, a workaholic publicist, finds herself unable to resist a tempting offer when sparks fly with her newest client. ***** Vice President of a prestigious PR firm, Scarlett Bardot's life is consumed with work. To push back the harsh memories of her past and the untimely end of her short-lived marriage, she has managed to make it to the top by devoting herself to her profession... to everyone but herself. When she lands the client of a lifetime, she assumes this job will be like all the ones before it. Giovanni Martinelli is a world-famous Italian designer, known for his impeccable sense of style, impressive wealth, and drop-dead good looks. He comes with a reputation, but Scarlett has never been afraid of a challenge, even if it isn't the one she expected. Giovanni is beyond charming, and it's not long before Scarlett finds herself under his spell. Both reeling from past heartbreak, but unable to deny the chemistry between them, an arrangement is made: no strings attached, no commitment, only pleasure. It's a perfect plan on paper, but how long will it be until "just tonight" isn't enough? Book One of the No Strings Attached series Content warning: This story contains themes of domestic abuse, child abuse, addiction, and attempted suicide. Cover designed by Regina Dionela

here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.