❝Para romper la maldición hay que matar al que la echó sobre ti.❞ Libro 1 ✍ © TriciaJeanL → Traducción al español.

After the fatal car crash that took the lives of their parents, Carmen Taylor and her brother, Piers, move to the small town of Beacon Hills, California. She expected a routine, she expected everyone to ignore her, and she expected the dainty town to be painfully boring and incomparable. When she set out to take a peaceful stroll in the middle of the night, being attacked by fairies and falling into a grave with a mysterious boy wasn't exactly on her to-do list. [Completed March 11, 2017.] 《Highest rank: #2 in Isaaclahey》 《Season 2-3 + Original storyline》 《I do not own Teen Wolf》

Some things are better kept as secrets- such as the fact that Isaac's father abuses him, his best friends are werewolves, and that Phoebe Tonsla, Isaac's long-time crush, has a rather strange infatuation with a very particular box. 【Completed July 8, 2017.】 【I do not own Teen Wolf.】 【Original storyline, with the help of user Laheythere.】 【Any relevance to other fanfictions is pure coincidence.】

"Sometimes it's just pain. Others, it's agony." ● ● ● Rowan Sinclair had her life all planned out. Class president, graduate with perfect grades, go to college and study medicine. Get into a good career, fall in love and start a family when she's ready. Simple. Easy. But when her name shows up on a supernatural dead pool, she realizes life in Beacon Hills is far from simple. [Season 4]

"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."

Winters in London are cold. Harry drinks tea to keep warm. Lena doesn't like that. She's much more of a coffee person, really.

[COMPLETED] ❝To know what life is worth, you have to risk it once in a while.❞ Alexandra Holt and Zayn Malik are from different worlds. Alexandra has grown up with the type of life some can only dream of--a mansion of a house, a plethora of people to serve her every need, and a father of such financial status and pure power that she's been handed everything in life. Zayn, on the other hand has had a starkly divergent type of lifestyle. He knows the modesty of a bungalow, he's familiar with overdue bills, and has had to work tooth and nail to own the items he's needed--extravagant or not. He's worked his way up from being a nobody to being one of the most wanted and well-paid transporters (or drivers) at a very young age some have ever seen. So, it's safe to say that when Victor--Alexandra's father--decides to send her away again for her own safety from the dangers of his business activities, Zayn and her don't exactly see eye to eye. Alexandra's spoiled and Zayn's rough around the edges, which makes it rather interesting for the two of them out on the road. With boyfriends to cry over, constant fights to pick over the littlest of differences, rather scarce money (or at least in Alexandra's eyes), hidden secrets, and the everlasting threat of danger lurking around every corner, the both of them only have one another to lean on. Which means that they both have that much more to lose. In Risky Business, surprises are the inevitable and every little decision made can be life-changing. ✵ In which he only protects her because of the money, until love sneaks in past his guarded heart WARNING: This story may have scenes of violence, mature content, sexual content, drug use or references and foul language, so please read at your own discretion Started: January 20, 2016 Completed: August 30, 2018

After a night of wild partying at a frat house in NYC, Zayn Malik's world suddenly changes in a way he never imagined. And if you ask him, Charlie Dunn is responsible. And as for a seemingly nobody like Charlie, her world is completely different and entirely separate from Zayn's-or so she thinks. But what happens when the two worlds come together after that one night, colliding in ways neither one of them could have predicted? Well, maybe it's not the worst...or maybe it is... Warning: An a.u. that contains sexual content, strong language and mild drug use. © 2014 madfordbralik

No entendía por qué había huido de su pasado, si su presente se había vuelto peor. No entendía el porqué de sus decisiones. No entendía el propósito de seguir viviendo su vida, esa maldita vida que lo había llevado al vacío. Y es ahora cuando se planteaba todos los miedos de su madre, de sus constantes reparaciones a lo que me enseñó esa figura paterna que no resultó más que un cobarde. Zayn Malik había intentado huir de sus acciones controladas por la rabia, pero el destino o más bien, sus malas decisiones lo llevaron a convertirse en un ser inestable y cegado por la rabia. Un tipo que no sentía orgulloso de sí, pero el estilo de vida que había adquirido era imposible abandonarlo, especialmente por haberse relacionado con personas poderosas en su círculo, y por más que le fastidiara, debía seguir las órdenes al pie de la letra o no viviría para contarlo. Su vida era una monotonía, despertar, seguir con las órdenes, regresar a tiempo, intentar no ser descubierto, escapar con cautela si era necesario y volver al punto de partida, donde debía estar atento si se presentaba cualquier orden que no estuviera fijada. Sin embargo, era la mano derecha de William Rinaldi, el actual jefe que tendría hasta los últimos días de su vida.