~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

|| Book 1 of The Shadow's Melody || As a maid here at the new Opéra Populaire I can certainly sense something different. Something missing. It lacked him. The Opera Ghost who disappeared. I know I should let it go. I know I shouldn't constantly think about a dead man. A murderer. But I simply can't. I can't forget about that man I fell in love with those many years ago. I yearned to hear his angelic voice again. I begged for it. Hoped for it. Prayed for it. I called for him in my dreams. The man they called The Phantom of the Opera. I would never have guessed that my hopes and prayers would soon be answered.

latibule (n) a hiding place; of safety and comfort ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ He was alone in this world. He couldn't trust anyone, couldn't believe anything anybody said. He was confused, cold, hurt and most of all, he was broken. He seemed colder than Winter itself, but he was merely a lonely soul yearning for the comfort of a friend, or anyone for that matter. Then he met her. She was a deity, the purest soul he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her gentle and kind heart broke through his barriers. She was his latibule. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - highest rank on Fanfiction : #319 - - #1 in bucky - - #1 in avengers - - 05/11/2016 : 100K views - - A Bucky x Original Character Fanfiction - - All characters and the universe belongs to Marvel - - I only own a few of the characters and some other elements of the story - - Set after the Winter Soldier, but the storyline is altered (the events of the Avengers: Age of Ultron never took place, or anything after that and Loki will be part of the Avengers now) - -Warning: Language-

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.

Certified-heartbreaker Joey Addison doesn't know how to get over his heartbreak. But then he meets certified-heartbroken Kira Greene, who has the breakup formula - a solution that cures all heartbreaks. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 by Noelle N.

Emma Swan is a sixteen year old girl who has never really fit in. She's been in and out of foster are her whole life, and it wasn't until two months ago that she actually got accepted by a decent family. She has had trouble her whole life making, keeping, and opening up to friends- let alone anyone. She's always been very self reliant because of her lack of trust, and her unwillingness to let down her walls for anyone. Just as she thinks that starting over at a new school, would make things get worse when they had just gotten good, she meets her English teacher- Ms.Mills. She develops this inner war with herself as she gains feelings for her that go way beyond a student teacher relationship. One she believes that someone like Regina could not feel the same, she is damn near perfect, and for two she knows nothing can come of it because she is her teacher after all. Will her crush remain as just that? Will Regina see her as more? And what will happen when she finally lets her walls down?

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

After the events at the Potomac, the Winter Soldier finds himself lost and wounded on Sam Summers' porch. Can she help him remember his past, or will HYDRA capture them both? (mostly from Bucky's POV, but there are a few chapters from Sam's) **credits to whoever made the image: I just added the text**

Lost and terrified, an unfortunate circumstance throws you into the life of James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. For whatever reason, you are the only one able to break his rough exterior and perhaps the only one able to save him. (Events occur after Captain America: The Winter Soldier and does not follow the cinematic universe afterwards.) Enjoy!

SAMPLE ONLY! CHAPTER TAKEN DOWN ON JUNE 29, 2020. BOOK RELEASE ON JULY 19, 2020. AVAILABLE ON AMAZON AND KINDLE. ~ "I've never been ignored in my life. You're seriously testing my temper," he said with his jaw clenched. I sat there immobile, keeping my face as impassive as I could. "You were the one who started asking unnecessary questions." Unlike all the other girls in the city, Andy Peterson is not one to drool over guys like that popular bachelor, William Maxwell aka Mr. Mogul, no matter how filthy rich, devilishly handsome, and irresistibly sexy he may be. She knows their ilk, and she's not going to fall for their tricks. She doesn't have time for it period. But it seems that fate would have her make time for it, as Andy discovers she's actually working for the last person she'd ever want to work for-Mr. Mogul himself a Wattys2014 Talk of the Town winner! Copyright © 2015 Mel Ryle. All rights reserved.