Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

{currently in editing} what happens when two childhood bestfriends come together after years apart, and find themselves developing more than a simple childhood crush for each other? well, the answer is simple; they fall. but when you fall too fast, you crash. achievements #1 in fineline 09/01/20 #6 in growth 10/03/20 #3 in harrystyles 02/05/20 #1 in harry 07/05/20

Harry Styles, a moody rock star who just recently got out of a relationship, is in the process of writing his next album: Fine Line. One day he bumps into a girl, Stella Collins, and she spills her drink all over him. From there, the two become friends and go on a journey together that neither would have ever expected. ---- "You're so golden." ---- CURRENTLY IN CONSTRUCTION. Wrote this a hot second ago and don't like half of it so don't mind me rewriting a few things lol Book 1. Sequel is Moral of the Story. Started February 2nd, 2020. Completed March 30th, 2020. Copyrights.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

Stock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

Aria's parents just announced their divorce and along with that her mother reveals she has a secret lover, who's now Aria's new soon to be stepfather. And now her mother is leaving for business, leaving her all alone with him. But what's going to happen when Aria realizes her new stepfather is a little younger and a lot more attractive than she thought?

She was his innocent sin. And he loved it.

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There she is, running around with my children. Her blush colored pleated skirt rising up making her cotton panties visible to perverted man like myself. highest rank #47 in Best Friends! #27 in fan!