My shifting experiences within my Hogwarts desired reality. I thought it would be fun to write it out again, along with motivational. I hope you guys enjoy.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

When Carlisle Cullen came across Natalia Moore he found himself instantly enchanted. But they couldn't be more different. Carlisle being the town's infamous Doctor and Natalia being a student with the reputation of a party girl. However each had their own secrets that brought them closer than expected. Because he was a Vampire. And she was a Witch.

narcissistic demi-gods, runaway princesses, water nymphs, forest witches, royal knights in training, elves, and a very confused mortal craving answers. + gay sword fighting & a whole lot of unnecessary romantic angst <3 a tcc fanfiction.

Jazz and Liquor sequel &lt;3 Three months after Tilly's disappearance, she's returned with a newfound confidence and a plan that doesn't seem to include Brendon. He tries his best to give her the space she needs but if he doesn't intervene in her business sooner or later, it'll bring on serious consequences.

"Write down one word that describes you." psy·cho·path noun noun: psychopath; plural noun: psychopaths a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior. ⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄ "I'm psychopathic..." Oliver muttered as he glared at me suspiciously and condescendingly. He was waiting for me to run away. Grinning widely to piss him off, I shrugged. "If you're a psychopath, then I must be a lunatic. Because I like you. And because of that, I'm not leaving." He'd watched me stand my ground because we'd surely been through way too much for me to give up now. A small smile spread through his emotionless facade and in a second, he was back to who I really saw him for. He let out a laugh, "Do you have a death wish?" S L O W U P D A T E S C O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis