Against the backdrop of the First World War, a young soldier tries to forget his past and survive each day. Back in England, a young woman who has made a terrible mistake tries to forget that he ever existed. Memories of happy summers long past mock the brutality of the world they now live in and each day; both on the front line and at home is a struggle to survive. But somehow, in the flare of bombs and the ashes of the battlefield... A youthful love simply refuses to die. And the repercussions of a buried, forbidden passion haunts them both. ~~~~ First place winner in 'Sad Story Category' in the Victoria Approved awards

A simple touch. A simple look, a glance, a smile, was all it took for his overwhelming infatuation to become a physcotic obsession. {Harry Styles FanFic }

I don't know if I'll ever love someone as great as Harry so that's why I never want to forget this feeling. That's why I'm scared of moving on. I don't want to forget what it feels like to be in love with Harry Styles, especially the feeling I got when Harry Styles used to love me back.

In which a boy-unlucky college girl receives a rather, erotic picture message on accident. Highest Rank: #3 bRO Copyright © Michella 2015. No translations pls cover by me Re-make in my works :)

in which Blue thinks nothing is real

(Sequel to Salute) *** The world is slowly falling apart. The only thing anyone can do is fight for survival. The Revolution is ready to begin, women breaking out of Institutions for equality. But what will they do without their leader? What will they do without the woman who empowered them to have the will to fight in the first place? No one can fix a heart, so what will happen to Jade's heart? Women will have to run from the Madhouse to escape danger. Because for the past twenty one years, women have been surviving. Now it is time to live. *** COPYRIGHT © JUNE 2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO lilpopo13 COVER ART BY (username is anonymous but the art is not created by lilpopo13)

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles

"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

"I fucking love you."