" and I will raise my daughters to believe that they can breath fire" See for yourself why so many of us are proud to be called feminists. I'll make even the strongest none believers pause and think.

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

« La première fois qu'il a essayé de me tuer, il avait six ans et j'en avais trois. » Joyce, maintenant âgée de 17 ans, subit depuis son plus jeune âge les perversions étranges de son grand frère, Nathanael. À travers sa pyromanie, celui-ci développe une haine envers sa sœur que personne n'a jamais su déchiffrer. Joyce décide alors, à ses risques et périls, d'aller chasser les plus noirs démons qui les hantent tous les deux. L'histoire d'un amour fraternel, merveilleusement fragile, comblé de rage, de violence, et de dégoût.