Lolita isn't about love, because love is always mutual; Lolita is an obsession. "I'm disappointed that others don't understand and they take away the wrong message" Lolita is nymph to man kind, every man wants a piece of this vixen but she remains untouched and unbothered by silly boys who give her a chase. Lolita is an untouched fruit in the garden of life. But will she remain "untouched"? -- Concept retrieved from Vladimir Nabokov's 1952 novel 'Lolita' Copyright © cyberaf

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

"one look at the newest member of the boston bruins and i knew i was absolutely, totally, completely, and irrevocably... pucked." ☘︎☘︎☘︎ [completed; january 14, 2021]

Eastmount Psychiatric Hospital Project Black Widow Patient n. 384 Name: Harry Styles Date of birth: February 1st, 1883 Date of admission: March 20th, 1905 Date of death: - Additional Information: Disappeared on September 6th, 1906. 24/11/19 #15 in fanfiction

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

He was horrible at remembering names. It was weeks before he stopped calling me 'Laura.' I don't even look like a Laura. And the way he never used the intercom system? How professional, my boss is screaming across the office for me. Again. He's arrogant. He's always seven minutes late. Couldn't keep an assistant around if his life depended on it. He didn't even deserve this company. Daddy served it to him on a silver platter. I could hear him tapping his stupid pen off of his stupid desk from all the way out here. I hate him. I hate him and his damn dimples too. I hate you Daniel Metzgar.