"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Somehow you find yourself in search of a Roommate to make sophomore year bearable. Who knew you'd be shacking up with pop sensation Shawn Mendes? Cover art by @moaningmendes on Tumblr

In the heart of Paris, Anastasia has sacrificed everything to train at the elite Vangova Academy. She dances everyday in pursuit of her dream and success finally feels just out of her reach. That is until the murder at the academy rattles all. Determined to clear her name and to avoid her dream turning into a nightmare, Anastasia must navigate jealousy, secrets, the competitive world of ballet, and join the others who were caught in the crossfire. Six students, one impossibly good frame job, and an ever nearing performance. What could go wrong?

Phoebe Rose Bray wasn't a spontaneous woman. But when she drunkenly applied to become a seat filler six months prior, she hadn't been thinking about her internship or her god-awful boss, Margaret, or her starving bank account. She'd been feeling ambitious. And that's why when she got the email regarding the Sixty-fourth Annual Grammy Awards, she huffed a rather annoyed sigh and silently accepted the invitation. A massive turn of events, a tragic production slip-up, and a quick diversion led her exactly where she didn't intend on ending up: in the arms of a pop sensation, in front of millions of people.