Hijo del comandante nazi August Styles, Harry, un chico de ciudad, es obligado a mudarse al campo cuando su padre decide que será el mejor lugar para conservar su tranquilidad en tiempos de guerra. Preso del aburrimiento, recibe un peculiar regalo de parte del comandante: un judío llamado Louis Tomlinson.

¿Alguna vez habéis tenido un sueño, del que no podíais despertaros?

Una tarde gris salpicada de encuentros inesperados, y tal vez peligrosos. - Me doy el gusto de publicar esta historia que tiene más de veinte años. Una de las primeras cosas que escribí en mi juventud. La comparto como curiosidad. Espero que la disfrutéis.

Isabel ve cosas desde que nació, ve a personas que sólo ella ve, juega con ella, para ella es algo normal pues tiene muy poca edad y no entiende que es algo un poco raro, sus padres no la creen. Le quitan importancia lo que ella les cuenta, piensan que tiene amigos imaginarios, cuando va creciendo se da cuenta de la realidad, y empiezan a ocurrir cosas muy estrañas.

[Book One] Hart is supposed to be alone. His dark world has no room for another. Especially not his new victim, Riley. But this time it's different, and there's no going back once this twisted romance unveils.

[✓] ∥ "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

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

Terra is dying, when a strange man in a blue box comes to comfort her. One moment she has no idea who he is, and the next she remembers - she's known the Doctor her whole life. And he's going to make sure she's never alone.

Imagina que estás enamorada de tu mejor amigo. Ahora, agrégale que tiene novia. Añádele que tiene un hermano, y estás enamorado de él. Ahora agreguemos que se tienen una relación amor-odio (Como obviamente con la comida). Anna debe de elegir con cual se quedará. O se queda con uno, o con ni uno de los dos. «Tal vez esta no sea mi desición»