"The Parisian night lights never ceased to amaze me. The busy bustle of city life always quieted down to a soft sweet jazz, never failing to capture the hearts of lovers. It wasn't something that could be seen or heard, it had to be experienced. Like how wine tasted better in the company of someone you loved, it couldn't be explained even with the vast expanse of words." - Chapter 1: Black Cat serendipity (n.) - the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Chat Noir. I do not own these characters, credit to come-back king, Thomas Astruc. Also, credit to the owner of the cover-art, I need a ton peanut butter to go with the amount of jelly I have for you ;)

Little one shots on the love square we all know and love ;)

Completed! This isn't the first time love had a roommate. It's been five years since the death of her parents and 19-year-old Lillian Camel still mourns their loss while battling with mental illness. Cooped up in her aunt's house, she embarks on a one-girl mission to survive university and get her bachelor's degree as a fashion designer. But she is not going alone. She will need the willpower to face the demons that are coming along with her. But a breakdown in the dormitory system sets Lillian off to a decade-old abandoned dorm to room with the mysterious Noah Sky. Friendly, observant, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trait of secrets with Lillian - secrets that haunt his past. However, they're not the only ones. The dorm has a few of its own. [[Word count: 90,000 - 95,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains semi-mature themes, language and sexual content ©All Rights Reserved

"You're mine. And no one else's, got that?" Hunter asked looking down at me with a serious expression displayed on his face. Cover by: fatii227 ^_^

3-3-17 Highest Rank: #166 Poems for the lonely and depressed (Disclaimer: Some of my works are inspired by quotes or other poems) (I don't own the image in the cover, credit for the original owner.) (Trigger warning: suicide and depression topics here. In no way am I trying to promote suicide or self harm as an answer.)

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

"what's the difference between a firefly and a waterfall?" "everything. they're complete opposites."