Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

Unknown: "Let's play a game" Lauren:"Who are you?" Unknown:"It doesn't matter now. So, are you in?" Lauren:"Mh okay... What is it about? Unknown: "The 30 question's game" Lauren:The one where i ask you 30 questions and you do the same?(ps.i thought there were 20 questions) Unknown :"This time i'm going to change the rules. you're going to have the right to ask me 30 questions. One each day. I'll have the possibility to ask you only one question, and i'll be the one to decide when". Lauren:"I think it's cool. I'm in!" Unknown:"May the game begin..." ALL RIGHTS TO THE WRITER WHO WROTE THE BOOK. I'M ONLY TRANSLATING THE BOOK FROM ITALIAN TO ENGLISH. original story from: @CamilaIsMyAll COVER BY @SLOTHTATO

Pop star Lauren Jauregui has a lot of one night stands. She doesn't want to settle down. As she would say, she's too young to find love at the moment. She could have anyone in the world, until Camila comes along. Read to find out what happens when two completely different worlds collide.

Lauren Jauregui is a lot of things. She's caring, she's intelligent and she's beautiful. But Camila Cabello doesn't notice those things when she and Lauren first come into contact. Camila notices her nervous ticks, and how she refuses to look at her, and how she never furthers conversation. At first, Camila takes that the wrong way, and deciding that Lauren is nothing more than a rude girl who happens to have the same friends as her, eventually stops trying to make friends. It isn't long before Camila realises she's been wrong the whole time. (This work may not be posted/copied/reproduced/translated without explicit permission from the author.)

Lauren Jauregui has left her dreams behind in order to find herself again. For the first time in years, she feels like she's finally where she was supposed to be. But when her past comes running back, would she choose to look back and face the life that she has long forgotten or would she keep on living in the now and look ahead? It's a matter of choosing between what's safe from what her heart is beating for. Will she let her heart decide for her again? Twitter // @1994XJAUREGUI Cover art made by @lausercabello

It's 2016. This is Miami. We're both young, naive idiots who could never comprehend the dark underbelly of this world. You've been broken, and you need me. I've been sculpted, and I need you as well. We have a good thing going, where you won't let me leave, and I won't let you hurt. But what if everything began to change. Be honest - would you still be here with me?

*Lauren G!P* *Converted fic* Camila and Lauren meet at "The Playground", an anonymous sex club where they can get away from everyday life and explore their sexual desires. They've been seeing each other for the last three months before all anonymity goes out the window when Lauren's firehouse puts on a presentation at the school Camila works at. *Work of DirtyLemons on Wordpress*

What happens when Lauren meets the women next door?

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.