Three words. Ten letters. One sentence. The instant he said it, there was no turning back. No escaping my fate. I was once warned about the power of words and their ability to change people. If only I had known. One sentence out of those perfect lips: "You are mine."

(complete) we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. © 2014 polaroidlou

She was the anchor that kept him steady above the water. He was the anchor that made her sink. A story filled with ups and downs. An unsteady sea, really.

[ONGOING ✓] A story about a dying girl and a devilish boy who must work together to ensure her survival. Copyright © 2021 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover by: Myself]

PSA: i started this book when i was like 13 in middle school so BEWARE IT IS SO CRINGY AND SHOWS OFF A VERY DUMB VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP IM SORRY IN ADVANCE "There is a light inside everyone, you just have to get past the darkness."

"We'll start the bids at one million!" My heart was racing, please let this be some horrible nightmare. Everything was silent except for some murmurs going on somewhere farther in front of me. "Let us see her eyes!" Someone exclaimed and I heard footsteps approach me. My hair was pulled, causing my head to fall back and slam into what felt like bars. The cloth that blinded me was loosened and fell down. There was a bright light shining on me, I squinted my eyes and looked ahead. There were bars, I was trapped in what looked like a giant bird cage. I was on display on a stage for a crowd of strangers, each one of them wearing a mask like you would in a masquerade. "Two million!" "Five million!" Bids flew around the room, I could feel myself trembling, I had to hold back my tears. "Twenty million!" Someone called out and I couldn't see who did, but it silenced the entire room. "Twenty million going once, twenty million going twice..." No one wanted to make a higher bid. "Sold for twenty million! Take her to the back boys." (Fanfiction : #213)

“There are certain clues at a crime scene which, by their very nature, do not lend themselves to being collected or examined. How does one collect love, rage, hatred, fear…? These are things that we’re trained to look for.” -James Reese

BOOK 2 OF THE ANCHOR SERIES Waves makes for an unsteady sea, really. Depending on the wind and the pressure, waves either lay peacefully against the sand, its current slow and steady, or crash onto the shore. There's no way to predict which way the wind will blow, there's no way to know how strong the waves will be. When the wind blows hard, when the waves are aggressive, the only thing you can do is hold on and hope you'll be strong enough not to let go. Hope that although there's no way to predict how strong the waves will be, you'll always be stronger than them, hope that through everything, you won't drown. Waves, they come and they go, and sometimes, when they hit the shore, they destroy sandcastles.

A simple touch. A simple look, a glance, a smile, was all it took for his overwhelming infatuation to become a physcotic obsession. {Harry Styles FanFic }

Harry Styles fan fiction. When Emma was forced into an arranged marriage by her grandmother all she wanted was to get out of it as soon as possible. But nothings ever as simple as it seems, maybe things happen for a reason?