Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...
He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.
The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.
DARK SEQUEL!! Written by H28 / @han_rawrr. I am taking NO CREDIT for this!! Found on www.onedirectionfanfiction.com
[COMPLETED] "Why do you always stare at me?" "B-Because You're B-Beau-tiful." Violet was the shy girl Harry loved to draw. Harry was the stuttering boy Violet fell in love with. © londonstars
Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
Preview of the first book of the Anarchy series, published by Orion Books. Preorder your copies today! This is danger. This is chaos. This is anarchy. All Rights Reserved to Megan DeVos, 2018 ©
✓ {needs editing. my apologies} "Don't fall in love with me... I'm too damaged for you" This is no kind of fairytale. She was just too troubled to even look like a princess. Her past changed her completely, and since then, she's been living in her own world, trying to ignore everyone's opinion about how she should li...
HANNAH (H2O) WROTE THIS FANFIC ALL CREDS TO HER :3 IM ONLY POSTING THE CHAPTERS HERE FOR ALL YOU WHO ARE GOING CRAZY TRYING TO FIND IT...LOTS OF LOVE. xx.
"Trust you're heart," E.E Cummings had said, "If the see catches fire." But the flames grew with the storm that was soon to pass. Living in a life where stars walked backward was such a simple time, to never feel the luminous glance they had shared was a great loss of feeling, and it was a prosperous moment. It was a...
Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [w...