"i'll do things that you'll never forget..." © Copyright 2015 9teen89

❝If I were to be pushed into the middle of the street and a car was headed directly towards me, I don't know if I would move or stay; and that thought scares me everyday.❞ - © conditions cover by the lovely @sweaterlou

[COMPLETED ✓] A story about a girl on her way home when her journey is unexpectedly jeopardised by a group of spies. Copyright © 2014 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover made by: @moonxriver]

**Book 2 titled Keep Me is up** The lights were off, all except the emergency light that flickered every now and then. I got chills just being here by my lonesome... at least I thought I were. I heard the door then footsteps coming directly towards me. "Hello?" I called out, angling my head to get a clearer view. I waited a couple seconds then suddenly I saw this dark figure walk under the emergency light. The moment the light hit those soft brown eyes, I knew exactly who it was, feeling safe enough to turn my attention back to closing the closet door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, throwing him a look over my shoulder. I felt him coming closer behind me, causing me to turn around. "I came here to be dressed," He was now inches away from me. "Isn't that your job, babe?" "Only for the next hour and a half," I said, backing up as he moved closer. When I felt the doors of the closet pressed against my back, a couple of swears escaped my mouth and I knew that I had no other choice but to await his next move. He was now an inch away from my face, staring me directly in the eyes. He leaned down to my ear, grazing it before he spoke. "Then dress me."

❝He drew in ink and she drew in graphite.❞ "Oh fuck," he muttered as he traced his fingers carefully over the rough lines which were drawn with dark graphite on the snow white paper. And in the other end of London you could hear a girl mutter the same thing but instead she traced her index finger over more delicate sketches in nothing but black ink. -x- story idea by indiehaz All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

"Skin like porcelain, hair silky and long, manners be perfect, or you'll surely be gone." (cover by moonxriver)

WARNING: This contains mature content such as sex, drugs, violence. Zoe Fray has just moved to Bradford when she meets Zayn - a guy from her neighborhood who's got the looks of a Calvin Klein model, and an arrogant yet alluring bad boy attitude. For some reason Zoe quickly catches Zayn's eye, and when he starts using his irresistible charm on her, Zoe's new friends tell her to stay away from him, saying he has a bad reputation including drugs, crimes and girls. Can Zoe trust him and put up with his bad reputation or is he really nothing but trouble?

in which an unlikely pair of artists bond over tea, each other's tattoos, and a series of 3am conversations. © 2015, @evergloww All Rights Reserved. Cover by @evergloww INCOMPLETE

"Her hazel eyes seemed to scintillate, as though the stars itself had been poured into two twinkling, golden rings. She looked at me watchfully, unsure of me and my uncharacteristically bold move. Everything was so much clearer when I was with her - like the world was bathed in constant sunlight and everyone, even she, suddenly belonged." ---- © 2013-2015 velvetmalik. All rights reserved.

You don't know what's out in the world, until you witness it yourself. It may be hard to believe, but it becomes something you can't deny. He's not human. He's selfish, cocky and arrogant. She's human. She's guarded, hardheaded and stubborn. Her world was never supposed to collide with his. She was never supposed to fall in love. And he was never supposed to have a heart... © Intoxicatedd || 2013-2015 || P.s This book was written almost a whole decade ago so read at your own risk!