*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

𝑠𝑢𝑔•𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑•𝑑𝑦 （𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛）𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙾𝚁 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 ...

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 topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

Joker. The King of Gotham. The craziest man the world has ever known. The man needs someone new. Someone innocent. Billie is perfect. WARNINGS: Story will include Bdsm, Daddy Kink, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, Degrading names, ect... DISCLAIMER: By no means do I own Joker or any of the characters written about in this story. This is purely for fun. Please read at your own risk.

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

Manuel es un tipo sencillo y espontáneo que trabaja en unos grandes almacenes del centro de Madrid. Sumido en la rutina, su vida da un giro de ciento ochenta grados cuando conoce al chico nuevo de la sección de enfrente.

Primer libro de la serie #GoodBoys. En físico gracias a Nova Casa Editorial (este es un borrador). Inteligente, perfeccionista, competitivo, meticuloso, brutalmente honesto y desgarradoramente guapo; tiene un nombre, Malcom Beasley, mejor conocido como el número 27. Un completo e indiscutible chico bueno. Tráiler por: @Little-evil-soul Portada NO oficial por: @DanyZarahi

Valerie Evans - la famosa presentadora del programa de televisión de talla mundial InfoNews - es descrita con palabras que van desde «reservada» a «conservadora». Ella tiene sueños, emociones y una vida reprimida. Criada bajo el yugo de unos padres devotos de un fanatismo religioso y reglas a las que adherirse, Valerie se siente perdida y solitaria sobre su vida luego de haber sido expulsada de su familia tras un matrimonio fallido. Es exitosa, hermosa y una triunfadora, pero eso no llena el vacío en su pecho ni la soledad de su alma. Al menos hasta que una buena pintura la hizo sentir. Solo bastó con ver el cuadro de un aclamado pintor austriaco para que su piel se sonrojara, su cuerpo temblara y su alma lo añorara. Desde entonces, ella comprendió que aun en su soledad existía alguien, que sin conocerla, con sus pinturas le daba calor a su alma, incluso cuando no podía darle un rostro al creador de ese arte. Edmun Matters no aprecia el arte, es tosco, rudo y particularmente grosero cuando de pinturas se trata. Él la hace rabiar, explotar y soltar chispas; pero sobre todo, él la hace sentir al igual que lo hacen las pinturas que ella tanto admira. Edmun guarda secretos, incluso a sus amigos, el misterio parece englobar su existencia. ¿Uno de sus secretos? Ser el dueño del seudónimo: E. Schwarzenberg, nada más y nada menos, que el famoso pintor austriaco. Él no habla de su pasado, ni su futuro. Edmun solo vive de un presente. Libro #3 de la Saga Infonews. Historia registrada, prohibida su reproducción física y digital en otras páginas, redes, impresión entre otros medios. Prohibida adaptación o manipulación del contenido de la historia. Portada realizada por @Nat9607