*READER WARNING: EXTREMELY HIGH SMUT CONTENT* Small town girl Camila Cabello is sick of her mundane 'average life' and strives only to become an employee at the infamous Jauregui Enterprise but after running into billionaire daddy's daughter Lauren Jauregui she realises she may have wished for a little too much...

"You've killed so many people! Do you not feel bad?! Do you not feel Guilty?! How can sleep at night knowing that you've taken innocent lives?!" "You're so lucky I cant get my hands on you, I would snap your neck" I scoffed "you're disgusting" she smirks. "You don't understand how addicting it is, to watch the life slowly leave their bodies." "God, you're sick!" "The power that you have, the feeling of being in control is so" She pauses looking at me in my eyes "it's so satisfying. It kinda turns me on" I cringed in disgust. "So that's it? You kill because you want power? You're in here for life how stupid can you be?!" Her eyes harden the light color that was there soon darken. "I haven't killed in months but just know if I could kill anyone again it'd be you"

!!COMPLETED!! Warning: a tiny bit of smut Dr.Harleen Quinzel, a new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, is assigned to Dr.Pamela Isley, a former biochemist. Harleen thought she was helping Pamela, but really she was falling in love. Idk dude it's just some gay romance what do you want from me??

Vampire!Lauren Jauregui x Female Reader [AU (of course)-High School] -- "DON'T YOU GET IT, Y/N? YOU... you have to stay AWAY FROM ME!" Lauren yelled, her tone softening in the middle of her arguement as she ran a hand through her hair. "I know, but I can't... because I love you Lauren." - Highest Ratings - #503 in Fanfiction - #7 in #laurenjauregui

"You don't have to be afraid Lauren. I won't let you fall." "It's not just me, I have my daughter to think about." "She's the most important person in my life." "If I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

"Come here, my little one." "Yes, Mistress." I took the chain of her collar again and tugged it. She sat up. "On all fours." She placed her hands on the ground, walking on her knees with me to a place where there was more room. I could see the wonderful wounds I had created on her back. They must've stung still. I stopped walking and tugged her collar again. She quickly sat down on her knees, still with her hands on the ground. The smile stayed on my face when I could see those drowsy eyes looking at me desperately. "Praise me." I demanded. She quickly bent to the ground. "I love you.. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. All I can think of is you, all the time. I didn't know what to do with my life until I met you, Mistress. I don't deserve you. I deserve nothing. I am nothing. You may treat me however you want. You may hurt me, just for your pleasure. You may do anything, just because you feel like it." "Go on." "...I love you. I'm obsessed with you. You're all that is on my mind. Sometimes I just want to.. look you up, just to see you. I have." "What do you mean?" "It's nothing, Mistress." I quickly pulled up her chin. "That's not what I asked." "I.. I try to see if you're home when I walk past your house." I looked shocked at her. I quickly pushed her over. "You what?! Have you never heard of privacy?" Selena let herself fall to her side, covering her head. She was genuinely scared. I clenched my fingers around the handle of the cane, but then let it slip it out of my hands. The sounds of wood crashing against a wooden floor sounded through the room. Selena startled, looking at the cane. She quickly got up on her knees again, placing her forehead on the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not doing it again, ever. You deserve privacy. You do." THIS BOOK IS MEANT FOR 18+ READERS. DO NOT REENACT OR PARTICIPATE IN THESE SORTS OF ACTIVITIES IF UNDER 18, TOO INEXPERIENCED, UNKNOWN TO THE COMMUNITY AND GENERAL RULES. (PM me if you need advice.)

My hands travel across her soft skin, memorizing every inch of her body, my nerves drowned out by marijuana. I could tell she was as nervous as me, even though I played this moment in my head a million times. Her eyes never leave mine as she undresses me, my body aching for her touch. I kiss down her chest, her hands gripping my hair as she moans my name. Rated Ꭱ for sexual content, language, and violence. Read at your own risk. {Book 1} © 2/12/16 By the way this really sucks, the sequel is better, but still, this was my first story, so it's more of practice. Sorry 😐

Samuel Brandt woke up with his thoughts written all over his body. His brother woke up with his head missing. His sister woke up to find that her skin would crack open unless she stayed in water. All of the other children in the secluded Iowa town of Oak Knoll woke up having undergone strange transformations. Now, they are all forced to live at 407 West Marshall Street, the mysterious house outside of town. With the new name of The Boy with Words for Skin, Samuel wants nothing more than to hide from his new life. He painfully and unpredictably sheds his skin, there is a Voice in the entryway closet that is often cruel, and-perhaps worst of all for a naturally shy boy-the other children look to him as a leader. As his seven-year-old brother struggles with their new life, as terrifying growls start to come from the pitch black basement, and as his feelings for a girl begin to grow, The Boy with Words for Skin realizes that he wants to change. He wants to put others first, learn from his peers, and let himself hope that things will get better. The Boy with Words for Skin is the first book in the 407 West Marshall Street series. Each book will advance the story but be told from a different character. Book 2 will be The Girl without Eyes.

THIRD BOOK IN THE YELLOW SERIES By now, Camila and Lauren both know to expect the unexpected. But you can never be prepared, especially when their lives take a turn in a completely different direction. The couple finds themselves faced with challenges they never thought they'd encounter. Growing up is hard to do. Highest Rank - #4 in Fanfiction This fanfic may not be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author.