Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"The worst thing about a disability is that people see it before they see you." Started: May 29th, 2017 Finished: June 28th, 2017 Currently Editing

Scientific researches stated that the brain is a complex place. Mine is worse than that. Between the billion things that come across my mind, you can probably find some gold. Come with me on this ride and explore my mind through tons of sentences, dialogues and more written by my weird ass brain :) Some might even be adapted into books later on

"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!

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

Train Lovers - Mmh bonjour, excuser moi je suis à la place 37. - bonjour, je...Styles ?! - Monsieux Tomlinson ?

Et puis parfois, les gens ne sont pas forcément ceux que l'on pense. Harry Edward Styles & Louis William Tomlinson Larry Stylinson TERMINÉE

Ici, se trouve la traduction de la Fanfiction Dear Draco, écrite par @malfoyuh. Ce n'est donc pas mon histoire seulement la traduction française. Partie 1 et 2. Très bonne lecture. Bien à vous. Léa

Les directeurs de Poudlard ont toujours eu des secrets, Minerva McGonagall ne déroge pas à la règle. Drago est à Azkaban et les oiseaux murmurent de drôles de choses à Luna. Ça parle de famille, de regrets, de colère et de doutes. Ça parle d'humanité, rien n'est blanc, rien n'est noir. "Seule l'acceptation de la réalité peut permettre la guérison."