Falling Inlove With A Stranger

Chanel was just happy until she knew everything was not right. Everything

Three Words, Eight Letters, Say It And I'm Yours

"Three words, eight letters," Harry whispered his hands ghosting across the skin of Louis chest, the place above his heart. "Say it and I'm yours." Louis stayed quiet, face to the ground, breathing ragged. Hot, burning tears fell down Harrys face. His hands dropping to his sides like a dead thing. He turned his back...

Eight Letters. Three Words.

"I don't feel anything towards Dylan Miller." Leela nodded, combing through the messy knots in my hair. "Whatever you say." "I'm serious!" "Look, just try not to move so much this time," she said, making me feel happy as she dropped the subject. "And stop blushing too." - Eight Letters. Three Words.