"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Adams." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Adams." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Adams." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where I shouldn't g-go." "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble." I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Bella Adams, 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Bella comes as a babysitter of Liam's son? Let's find out in the story.....

Daniel has really bad anxiety and OCD. While on tour, Tyler, his brother and tour manager, helps him cope. Daniel refuses to tell the other boys of his problem, fearing they'll see him as a freak. So what happens when they push his buttons and the truth comes out? *Warnings* This is a MATURE story, not recommended for 13 & under -smut -language -boyxboy -mentions/ scenes of porn -possible triggers (Anxiety/panic attacks) This is a bottom!Daniel story.

It all started at a typical high school party, I met Zach D. Herron... ~~~ started; aug.2019 finished; sept.2019 #6 in #whydontwe - Sept.26.2019 #3 in #zachherron - Oct.17.2019 #1 in #zach - Oct. 20. 2019 #2 in #jackavery - Nov. 18. 2019 ~~~ Christina Marie Harris is Corbyn Besson's girlfriend I'm Christina's younger sister, Tracey Chrissy and Corbyn are both Seniors at Faraday High School (FHS). I'm also a Junior at that same high school Corbyn has four best friends, Jack, Jonah, Daniel, and Zach Daniel and Jonah are Seniors while Zach and Jack are in my grade Also, did I mention Jack, Jonah, Daniel, Corbyn, and Zach are in a band called Why Don't We? Yeah, it's crazy. ~~~ They're in two different worlds. Tracey loves sports, and Zach loves music. So how the hell did they get together?

[Completed] Photography is a way to transmit messages only through the eyes. Destiny is completely in love with photography. She's studying photography and needs credits to finish the course, so she asked her best friend for help, taking pictures for his band and learning with the band photographer. But what happened when her camera lens captures the best thing she had ever photographed? ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ Started ➡ July 6, 2020 Completed ➡ September 15, 2020 [Edited]

Jack moves as the light turns green. "You know, if there's one book I haven't read, it's Emma by Jane." "No way." Jack nods. "I'm more on a Kafka vibe now." "Oh?" "I'm reading Letters to Milena." "You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love." He quotes dramatically. Jack smiles. "It's beautiful. How can he have such a vision of life and be so devastatingly in love with her? It's art." "Definitely a favourite of mine. It's so... pure, so raw. It explains what love is, I think. It's such a vague concept." Jack shrugs. "I don't think you can take his letters as a definition of love. Only you know what it means. Because everyone loves differently." Zach takes in his words. "I see." He hums. "So, to know what love is, one has to be loved." "Not necessarily. You can look at your parents and see that they love each other. Or a random old couple in the park. The love is there. But it's different from everyone else's." He nods slowly. "What's love to you?" "I'll let you figure that one out yourself." Jack smiles softly. "Maybe one day I'll tell you." He shrugs. Zach whines. "Ugh, don't be mysterious." They chuckle as Jack parks the car in front of the coffee shop. Jack turns it off. "I'm letting you explore the mystery because I don't know what love is, just yet." He moves to hold his hand. "Not that it means with you, at least." The brunet feels his lips contort into a smile. "That was so cheesy." He chuckles. He rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to be romantic here." He squeezes his hand.

"I didn't care that we hadn't talked in months. I ran straight towards him and jumped in his arms."

the sun...brought him joy...but the rain brought him terror

As cliché as it is," he sets his hand on his chest. "The heart knows what it wants. I'm a slave to it-and right now, it's ordering me to be yours. So allow me to follow the command."

And when my turn to go comes and you're no longer here I'll crawl back to your grave-to you; one last time. *** Zach opens the glove compartment and takes out a cassette that had written my fuckin' mixtape bitch on it. He slides the cassette in the radio. "Whoever made this, deserves an award." They chuckle. Corbyn furrowed his eyebrows as he slowed the car down. "Holy shit dude... look." It was the route 66 sign, completely intact. "Let's take it." Zach says impulsively. "Oh it's fucking ours already." Corbyn shifts the gears and parks the truck next to the sign. Zach gets out of the car and gets behind the sign to take it off. Corbyn looked through the rear view mirror and saw the road they had made together. The faux blond had made a long distance from Virginia. He stopped in Dallas, where he met Zach. He looked back at the brunet, taking the sign off its hinges. They didn't go way back, but he knew Zach was a loyal one. He was the last man standing of his group. Yep, just the two of them against any and all enemies. Both are always saving each other from danger. In fact, they can even sense danger. "Put your hands where I can see them."A man puts a knife on his throat. Corbyn looks at the man. Bright blue eyes, platinum hair, and a deadly cold expression. "How may I help?" He asks with a sweet expression on his face.