Raelynn Johnson enjoyed being the only person to live in her double. No annoying neighbors, no dumb landlord calling about complaints. The free and adventurous spirit could do whatever she wanted. That was of course until a moving van parked out front and her bubble happiness was burst. Curse the extremely hot guy moving in next door. Curse his crazy flirtatious and god-like self. And curse his weird obsession with wanting to bed her. Amazing cover art by @sweatersinspace Edited by @nerd-ciao

The end of the year is two weeks away, which means it's time for the final project. Baby Project 2.0 Not only will two students need to raise a baby together, but they will need to do so while living together for two weeks. Two weeks of Lane Evans and Dawn Caparelli. Alone. No parents. No teachers. No supervision. Copyright © 2014 IziKing. All rights reserved.

a collection of short stories from my other stories.

Je reçois des ordres :On m'indique le lieu, la date, la manière dont je dois procéder avant d'exécuter ce travail de basse besogne. Je le fais et sans scrupule. Je n'ai pas droit à l'erreur, ce n'est pas dans ma qualification. Depuis trois ans, je comptabilise plus d'hommes tués que de sourires étirés. Je travaille dans le milieu du crime organisé, je suis tueuse à gage dans une organisation féminine. J'avais un unique but en entrant dans cette organisation. Cela était sans compter l'arrivée d'un homme dans l'équipe. Cela était sans compter cette fameuse règle qui simple d'apparence est venue me torturer, de tous les côtés, dans tous les sens du terme.

Lorsqu'une fille et un garçon doivent se partager une pizza.

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

Je m'appelle Oscar. A trois ans, je ne parlais toujours pas. Des spécialistes m'ont tracé mon avenir. Ma spécialité c'est l'autisme. Sauf qu'un jour je me suis mis à parler, j'étais en pleine forme. Seulement un peu fainéant. Soulagement de mes parents. Puis eux, ils se sont mis à regretter. Et si le handicap était le moyen de se faire un maximum d'argent ? Une idée machiavélique. Un plan parfait. Je n'avais qu'à 'jouer la comédie' pour suivre leur scénario diabolique. Facile à dire... ___________________________________ Merci !!! ❤ #46 dans la catégorie 20/04/2018 #48 dans la catégorie 18/04/2018 #57 dans la catégorie 07/08/2017 #62 dans la catégorie 03/05/2017 #63 dans la catégorie 22/06/2017 #86 dans la catégorie 23/06/2017 #119 dans la catégorie 18/03/2017 #286 dans la catégorie 16/07/2017 #336 dans la catégorie 09/07/2017 #383 dans la catégorie 17/03/2017 #887 dans la catégorie 15/03/2017

The night was dangerous. The roaring thunder, piercing lightning, stormy wind and excessive rainfall did nothing but made the night all the more dangerous. But I wasn't scared of the night, I was scared of the thing that engulfed me right now. No, no, not the darkness but those two familiar arms holding me firmly. I was scared of the feeling they evoked into me. Scared of the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. Scared of the goosebumps invading my body. Of the heart beating louder than it should be. And somehow they made me feel the feeling I shouldn't feel in the presence of a man, more importantly because of the presence of a man, this man ,his presence comforted me. He made me feel comforted. He made me feel sound and safe. Damn him!

Completed! This isn't the first time love had a roommate. It's been five years since the death of her parents and 19-year-old Lillian Camel still mourns their loss while battling with mental illness. Cooped up in her aunt's house, she embarks on a one-girl mission to survive university and get her bachelor's degree as a fashion designer. But she is not going alone. She will need the willpower to face the demons that are coming along with her. But a breakdown in the dormitory system sets Lillian off to a decade-old abandoned dorm to room with the mysterious Noah Sky. Friendly, observant, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trait of secrets with Lillian - secrets that haunt his past. However, they're not the only ones. The dorm has a few of its own. [[Word count: 90,000 - 95,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains semi-mature themes, language and sexual content ©All Rights Reserved

«Il est debout devant moi dans toute sa gloire, tandis que moi je suis, là, toute... Nue.» Cette phrase décrit exactement ma situation. ---- Êtes-vous déjà passés par une situation où vous n'arrivez pas à parler, réfléchir et bouger ? Bah, moi si et pas devant n'importe qui. C'est le bad boy du lycée. Yay c'est cool, pas vrai ? Je suis une fille sérieuse, solitaire et l'animal de compagnie de mes professeurs mais tout cela ne semble pas arrêter le bad boy de me suivre partout où je vais. Mais il n'est pas juste venu me voir et on a commencé à parler. Non. C'est beaucoup plus compliqué... Huh, non, pas à ce point... Il m'a vu toute nue, voilà pourquoi... --- Ceci est une traduction. Tous les droits son attribués à |CorruptedMinds| #6 Traduction 😄