When Larry and Mia met never would they imagine that they would have to fight this hard to stay together. It isn't easy being in love with the famous Larry Bourgeois. Scandal isn't the word for the obstacles they face.

I never would have thought that I would find true love in my lifetime. With all this craziness going on with this generation, I knew I was bound to be single forever... That is until I met Laurent. It's almost like we were meant for each other... But is it the right time? This is my story. Read it to find out... THIS IS MY VERY FIRST LES TWINS FANFIC!

What would you do if you had a second chance at love? After so many failures at love, hip-hop dancers Selena and Naomi get whisked on a whirlwind adventure when they bump into famous dancers, Larry and Laurent, who end up capturing their hearts. With love, betrayal, and rivals near, will they finally find happiness? Will Larry and Laurent be strong enough to get the girls to let go of the past and give love one last chance?

"Looking through the windows Seems like the only way I can't know your feelings If you still love me today Just remember whatever makes you feel that way Don't you worry 'cause I'm gonna stay Right by your side To keep on lookin' through the windows Lookin' in your eyes"

Running away from an abusive home, Jasmine Marie finds herself on a plane with tragic results, landing her in the kingdom of Parisih. The kingdom was ruled by the two great twin Kings Laurent and Larry Bourgeois. As she wandered about, she heard of a tale that said should the Kings of Parisih lose their Queens by any means, that a competition called the Court Game would be held to find another. For no King should be without his Queen. It seemed that Laurent and Larry had both lost their Queens. One by death and the other by divorce. It just so happened that Jasmine awoken in Parisih at the time of the competitions announcement. She was grabbed by the advisors of the Kings based on her looks, like every other woman in the competition. Now she was in the Kings Castle , fighting for a way home against women of greed and lust and for her place by a King she never known and was growing to love. Warning: This story does contain sexual scenes so beware of them. |Book One of Parisih Saga|

When 24 year old Yn Johnson meets 28 year old Stephen Curry and ends up falling in love. Does Stephen need to choose between his wife and kids and you? Or will he lie about you guys? * (Yn means Your Name)

Another love story about Les Twins? Yea maybe but its not ordinary so listen up! This story includes a college girl named Renaé that is a senior at Harvard and ready to graduate. She's the cool girl from Philly that everyone wants to be around. Despite the fact of her growing up with a heart condition, she hopes to become a child Psychologist owning her own practice. On the other side of the world there's a very cool yet very bad, and irresponsible Larry Bourgeois of Paris, France. He is the bad boy of Europe who spends most of his time being a player and manogomy? Not even close in his mind. These two people are complete opposites. Larry a womanizing man hoe with no sympathy for the hearts he breaks, and Renaé a responsible college girl and Psychologist to be. So how would these two meet? And how will they get along? Read along to find out!

This story is about a topic that is very sensitive but very prevalent in today's society. So often we read or hear about domestic violence and it's almost always violence against women but what is constantly swept under the rug is violence against men. Warning: This story may cause readers to experience a wide range of emotions especially if it's personal. Believe me, I understand because I was a victim of domestic abuse so it's touchy for me too and my intention is not for anyone to relive the pain but to simply bring awareness to the issue. ❤️

Myriam Matumona; captain of her high school's basketball team, quite a tomboy, best friends with the infamous Martyn Hodge and not an easy lover. When she meets new boy Larry Bourgeois will all change for better or worse?

The light is too bright: too many people watching, I hear my heartbeat thumping away within my ears; I'm suffocating and no one knows it. It's broken in half. The very last thing my mother had ever given me, and it's no more. Just a pile of wood and strings now on the floor, where I had no choice but to leave it as I'm ushered off here onto the stage. They're all watching, staring. I have nothing to distract me from their judging eyes. I can't breath. My hands are sweating; clutching onto the microphone. I bring it forwards, my lips part and nothing comes out. I'm suffocating. Their watching, judging. I close my eyes, and flashes of memories come forth like a slide show. It hurts. The memories. I'm suffocating...and then I feel hands. One taking hold of the wrist connected to the hand which held the microphone, and the other, at the small of my back. They begin to whisper in my ear. I can't hear. I'm suffocating...hands, fingers rub at my wrist and back. Words penetrate. "Breathe, we here." I want to correct them, tell them that their English is broken. But I'm sure they know that already. I try, I obey as I listening to them telling me to take deep breaths... Then you must add this book to find out what happens next won't you?