Meet Elle Evans. Pretty, popular - and never been kissed. Meet Noah Flynn. Badass, volatile - and a total player. And also Elle's best friend's older brother... When Elle decides to run a kissing booth for the school's Spring Carnival, she locks lips with Noah and her life is turned upside down. Her head says to keep away, but her heart wants her to draw closer - this romance seems far from fairy tale and headed for heartbreak. But will Elle get her happily ever after? [This book has been published by (Penguin) Random House and is now available as a paperback in the UK, USA, Philippines, Australia, New Zealand, Singapore and more, AND in several languages, including Spanish and Greek. The ebook is also available online. Check out your local Amazon to see if you can grab a copy! THIS IS A SAMPLE ONLY.] This book has also been adapted as a Netflix Original Movie, available worldwide from 11th May 2018.

Molly Winter is working hard to earn money for her art studies. Even with her troubled family and dark future prospects she stays optimistic. One very early foggy morning in London everything changes. Her path of life crosses the Irish boy band member Niall Horan's, who seems to be her very own 'Irish Guardian Angel'. As she discovers, he is in fact a world-known celebrity, her life will never be the same. This is a story of one's destiny, facing true love, keeping secrets and overcoming tough times in life. All Rights Reserved 2012 © arietem [please bear over with me - this story was the first I ever wrote...]

COMPLETED I held it in my hands close to my heart - that's how I heard it you know - the butterfly. It told me all of its stories; big as small, beautiful as unpleasant, crucial as insignificant. There were stories of hatred and love, winter and summer, boys and girls - all different kind of accounts from all over the world... COMPLETED STORY All Rights Reserved 2012 © arietem

It was one of the hottest summers in man's history that year, and that was the summer I was properly introduced to Rock'n'Roll, fearless dancing ways, and a boy in a black leather jacket always with a smoke behind his ear. That was the most unforgettable summer of '63 where I spent the time with my family at The Kellerman's Resort - a summer that turned out to be nothing like I had expected. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

[on hold] → "Smile blue eyes." She snapped the photo of him, before he could manage to escape the demanding lens and following sharp flash from the polaroid camera. With a smirk and playful eyes she whispered, "see. Now you won't be merely a memory. You'll be my paper memory." Trailer by @valuables All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

Zayn Malik is the new student in school. But with his black, odd tangled tattoos, twisting their way up his olive skin on his neck and arms - it's clear he is not ordinary. And he's going to make her world turn upside down - so nothing will be as before. [first book in the academy series] All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

☮ It was the unforgettable summer of 69' during the Woodstock Festival, where the legendary tune of Jimi Hendrix' Purple Haze floated into the misty morning air. It was in between camp tents and small fires in the late night, where love was equal and peace was everything. Where the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and creativity. While listening to legendary performances, and laying in the grass with the summer sun kissing our tanned skin. That was the summer I learnt what love was really about - and took part of what is still considered an iconic event for the cultural generation of the flower children with their slogan 'make love not war'. That was the summer I fell in love with a curly haired boy wearing a flower crown, whose smile and kind eyes I would never truly forget again. ✿ cover by @fvixola ✿ WARNING: this story contains use of psychedelic drugs. All Rights Reserved 2014 © arietem

❝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

"No. No you don't understand. This guy is worse. He's not like your usual pain-in-the-fucking-arse pap. This guy. This guy is a fucking creep." a psychological harry styles au story. All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

⌲ With each stroke he came closer. With each movement they became more connected. With each soft touch he came to life under her. He was so close, but still a hundred miles away. If only she could erase him from her mind as easily as from the paper. All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem