"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

Tip: een typisch badboy boek met een cliché verhaallijn op het eerste gezicht, wat zich ontwikkelt tot een uniek verhaal met een verrassend eind. De vraag: kan een badboy echte gevoelens voor een meisje krijgen? Is een badboy in staat zijn reputatie op te geven? En waarom is een badboy een badboy? Arrogantie, macht en aandacht? Of is er meer aan de hand? 'Wat is er babe? Kan je het niet meer aan?' Haar adem stokt en ze lijkt emotioneel gezien compleet te breken. 'Je maakt me gek,' fluistert ze. Ik glimlach geamuseerd en ik leg mijn hand op haar wang. 'Je weet dat ik niet zal stoppen. Ik zal doorgaan. Altijd.' Record: #1 in Tienerfictie (super trots dat ik dat heb mogen behalen :D) Belangrijk om te weten: de handelingen zoals de uitspraken, de meningen en scheldwoorden zijn van de personages uit het boek en daarmee niet per se van de schrijver Alle rechten voorbehouden. Het kopiëren van de inhoud van "Eens een badboy altijd een badboy" wordt niet gewaardeerd. Indien ik op de hoogte ben, zal ik het melden.

18 year old Florence Remy has three things that mean the world to her: Twizzlers, her best friends Ade and Clancy, and her parents' coffee shop the Espresso House in downtown Brooklyn, New York. As a small business amongst huge corporations, Florence and her parents struggle to make ends meet. However, they remain optimistic and happy. The coffee shop may not bring in much, but it's enough to keep them on their feet. But what happens when a group of dangerous Brooklyn mobsters force Florence's parents into giving them co-ownership of the shop? Crime boss and leader Wolfe Sterling takes a great interest in the tunnels that lead past the Espresso House cellar. Dirty business is what he's best at and dragging people into his dangerous (and illegal) activities are no bother. But things go sideways when he also takes a strange interest in Florence. And it really doesn't help that he's hotter than freshly brewed coffee...

Tiffany is different. Her mind works in mysterious ways. A little too mysterious. It makes her both priceless and deadly in the shady industry of Extraction. When her guardian, Eames, gets drafted into a team to perform Inception, Tiffany goes along too. With her she brings a dangerous secret, something that puts the whole team at risk. In dreams, things are never what they seem... ***New chapters to be added daily until completion*** This fanfic is based on Christopher Nolan's 'Inception'. I do not own anything except my OC. This was for fun, not profit.

WINNAAR WATTY AWARDS 2016 - PUBLIEKSKEUZE Het leven is niet makkelijk als iedereen om je heen zijn wederhelft heeft gevonden terwijl jóúw vriend het zojuist heeft uitgemaakt. Deirdre Valens weet dat maar al te goed, maar ze weet nog béter dat die situatie best te veranderen moet zijn. Vastberaden en met een geschikte nieuwe outfit begint ze haar zoektocht naar een zielsverwant. Waar Deirdre echter geen rekening mee heeft gehouden, is die jongen die haar plan bij elke goede gelegenheid finaal weet te verpesten. O, en ogen in de meest schitterende kleur aller tijden heeft, trouwens. * Copyright © 2016 - 2017 Suze (@durban_skies) Hoogst behaalde positie: #10 in Romantiek

My second book of one direction imagines and preferences<3

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones, the caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold, and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn ♡ Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇ #1 - Mythology, #3 - in fantasy, #4 - Humor

Rabid is what they are. The Scott family are as powerful as they are rich. They have more money than most could count too, and enough fame to place their names in the history books. In an unfortunate circumstance, Mr. and Mrs. Scott, gave birth to a son; Ezra Scott. He's the definition of spoiled. With life's luxuries handed to him on a silver platter, he's never been told he can't have what he wants. He's dated more than a dozen women at a time, despite being fresh out of his teen years. He's irresponsible, he's reckless, and he believes he lives to have fun. Ezra's family's fame depends on him to pass university and take over the family business. That's fine. He is certain university would be just as easy to graduate as highschool was -when he'd pay other students to do his work for him. So, what happens when Ezra locks eyes with none other than Olivia Brooks; a girl just lucky to have been accepted to a prestige school along with Ezra, and soon finds himself falling in love with her despite all the times he has publicly humiliated, and bullied her before? Will she accept him, or for the first time in his life will he work for something he wants, after being told the word he's never been told before; 'no'.

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"