When Camila Cabello moved into an apartment, she thought she came prepared. But of all the things she expected, being thrown into Lauren Jauregui's ploy against her cheating ex-girlfriend was not one of them. It would have been a lot easier if she didn't despise the other woman. COVER BY: @SLOTHTATO aka wise child

SECOND BOOK IN THE YELLOW SERIES After a long and lengthy journey, Lauren finally believes she and Camila have reached the light at the end of the tunnel. But when the past comes back to haunt them, they find themselves in a completely new playing field. Change suddenly begins to overtake them, in more ways than one. Highest Rank - #10 in Fanfiction This fanfic may not be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author.

THIRD BOOK IN THE YELLOW SERIES By now, Camila and Lauren both know to expect the unexpected. But you can never be prepared, especially when their lives take a turn in a completely different direction. The couple finds themselves faced with challenges they never thought they'd encounter. Growing up is hard to do. Highest Rank - #4 in Fanfiction This fanfic may not be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author.

Captain of the cheerleading squad Lauren Jauregui and Quiet soccer player Camila Cabello what happens when they collide? Will it be a big problem or will it be a captivating love interest? Ehh I'm not good at summaries. ___________________ - edit 2019 : It's trash and my younger self was a fucking idiot, so, read with caution

Words cannot describe this book, such a read. I wanted Heliophilia to be on Wattpad. Not my book. All rights go to original writer. Enjoy.

A small girl catches my attention one day during lunch and I can't seemed to get her off my mind. My new friends and others advise me to stay away from the brunette. I'm new to the school so I don't know much of anything but I can't figure out as to why someone so cute and petite could possibly be dangerous. Every time I ask, everyone's response is "She's not normal..." ---------- ATTENTION - If you're a grammar freak, I don't suggest reading this. This was mainly written when I had no idea what I was doing yet. My grammar sucked and I had many choppy chapters. If you make it half way through the book, I promise it gets better. Currently in process of editing. CrownedDirection© (Started: April 2015 - Finished: Aug 2016)

"Aesthetic relativism is the idea that beauty is relative to an individual's taste or preferences and that beauty is not one universal thing but, in fact, endless things to infinite people." She craned her neck to look at me. "You, Camila Cabello, are my definition of beauty and from about a week ago to the rest of my life, the beauty I see in everything and everyone will all be relative to you." RANK: #19 in Fanfiction COVER BY: SLOTHTATO

*NEW COVER ART* "When you think you know someone, you don't..." She works in the shadows. She leaves no trail and she's very careful. Every agent who has tried to pursue her has failed. She's always ten steps ahead. She knows your every move, even before you make them. She's a ghost. They call her Kaycee. After exhausting everything they had to find her, they had a lead. Every field agent has been compromised, except for one; Agent Lauren Jauregui. She goes undercover to find Kaycee in her old college in Miami and stop whatever she was planning. That was the mission. After uncovering certain secrets, Lauren must make a decision that will change everything. Highest Ranking - #247 in scifi

(in my shoes) • Look with your eyes. Judge with your soul. • First impressions almost always suck. They can be spot on or way off, depending on how open and receptive you are to the other person. When you make preconceived notions about people, learning to tolerate them can be a little difficult. What if you have to live with them? That's the situation Camila and Lauren have been put in. As typical and cliche as it may be, two totally different worlds collide. However this time, neither of them know whether they'll mould or combust.

3 P.M. - I loved her. She loved me. I fell harder and harder every day, and I knew it was dangerous. She was dangerous. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking and her nails dug into my skin like razors, but I loved her. 11 P.M. - The flick of a lighter. I saw the flame in her emerald eyes as they both burned. She took a hit and handed it to me. It touched my lips and tasted like her. I felt the chemicals in my lungs. Everything was spinning, but I still loved her. Midnight - The flash of lights. They blinded me. I couldn't find my shirt. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls. Caught. I still loved her. I always would. WARNING: This story is Rated R for drugs, sexual content, and language. Reader discretion is advised. DISCLAIMER: All content is original. Please refrain from commenting the names of and comparing other fan fictions throughout the story, as any similarities between stories are purely coincidental or based off of real-life Camren moments.