"Are you done?" He asked, his face pressed against my ear and his lips brushing my cheeks as he talked. My body jolted with awareness as the feeling of tiny needles poking my skin spread through my body. "I thought we had established by now that if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already." I couldn't help but frown in surprise. Did he really not want to kill me? Then why did he say he couldn't let me leave? "Let go of me," I ordered, squirming in his grip. A soft laugh escaped his lips, but he didn't release the pressure on my wrist. He kept me pressed against him, his hot cheek against mine. I held my breath. "If I do that, are you going to try to kill me again?" He asked softly with his signature amused tone. "Might I suggest some other kind of weapon- that blade of yours maybe?" My nails dug into his forearm. He was enjoying this a little too much. What did he want from me? "You're a wild little thing, you know that?" He asked and I closed my eyes in frustration. "While I'd love to play sword with you all day long, we do have a problem on our hands-" My eyebrows furrowed and my body stiffened. "Can I trust you not to lunge at me again if I let go of you?" -- 24-year-old Charlotte's life is turned upside down the day she meets a mysterious vampire who makes her question everything she thought she knew about the Underworld, and about herself. With him by her side, she embarks on a journey to discover who she really is while on a race to accomplish what the Heavens have destined her to do- bring the Underworld to ashes.

TARGET: Russell Wells - Head of an international uranium trafficking network MISSION: Infiltrate Wells's entourage to uncover the identity of his suppliers and clients LOCATION: Krasnoyarsk, Russia TEAM: Olivia Miller (AA), Bradley Simpson (BA), James McVey (BA), Tristan Evans (BA), Connor Ball (BA). DEPARTURE: April 15th. 05:00AM. "Russia? With the British? Over my dead body." the brunette said, holding the mission briefing in her hands, knowing too well she didn't have a choice in the matter. The American Agency (the AA) needed their best element for a special mission in collaboration with the British Agency (the BA), and that was exactly what Olivia was. Recruited by the AA as a child, the girl had been training her entire life, quickly turning into a deadly weapon. Now at the top of her twenty-four years of age, her expertise in close combat, experience on the field and undeniable beauty made her the agent of choice for the mission. "Why can't you send Madison? She aced her last mission. Plus, she's gorgeous and will have no problem seducing the guy." the girl pleaded, hoping the Agency would change their mind and send another one of their agents. The British Agency was known to be difficult to work with, and the rivalry the two Agencies had been sharing for decades didn't help. The AA agents dreaded being assigned a mission with the BA, knowing they'd have to work with a bunch of despicable tea drinker/fried fish eaters/Queen suckers. "Here's your new identity and a few gadgets you might find useful. Be ready at 5am sharp." Mr Cooke said handing Olivia a black leathered suitcase. "Fuck me." the girl answered as she took hold of it, realizing she had no choice but work with the British for the mission. It was going to be a long few months.

Lily and Brad have been best friends since they were kids.They have the relationship that everyone would dream of having. But in life, nothing is ever perfect. Just meeting the wrong people can turn your life into a nightmare. And this is what you will discover by reading this story inspired by my instagram text story : @bradleybear2.0

Il m'a un jour regardé. Ses grands yeux bruns se posèrent sur moi, ses boucles s'envolèrent, et son sourire se fit. Ce jour fut le plus beau de ma vie. Son sourire avait un goût d'infinité. Pourtant, personne ne se doutait que l'infini avait un début et surtout une fin. L'infini était une boucle sans espoir. Il était cet espoir perdu. → Eléonore et Bradley. → My Hopeless © - 5ème dans la catégorie VAMPS le 19.05.18 - ♥ 1K le 04.09.16 ♥

"Don't even try to deny it", she spat at me. "I see the way you look at Brad, the way you talk to him as if you two are the only ones in the room. You're constantly around him, craving his attention. It's pathetic". "Wow, I'm pathetic? Yet I'm not the one feeling threatened by my boyfriend's best friend, am I?", I answered as she looked at me with eyes full of aversion. I had never felt more hatred towards me than at this moment. "Look, I don't know where this is coming from, but you're wrong, I'm happy with Jay". [...] "Wouldn't it be unfortunate if Jay were to hear about how you have to fake it in bed?" My heart sank at the sound of what she had just said. Brad had told her. He had told her the most intimate secret I had shared with him. "What do you think you're achieving by doing this?" I asked, swallowing down my tears. "You're gonna get dumped as soon as Brad hears about this". "But that's the thing, he won't know about this conversation, 'cause that would mean your precious boyfriend will hear about your little secret". [...] I had so many things I wanted to tell Brad, or more like yell at him. But I couldn't, because once again, that would have meant he'd know about Ash's blackmail. And I knew she'd go forward with her threats if I told anything to him. I was facing a wall. Whatever I decided to do, I would end up losing. If I told Brad about my conversation with Ashley, I'd lose Jay. But for her to keep her mouth shut and for me to keep Jay, I'd have to give up my friendship with Brad. But how good of a friendship was it anyway? A best friend wouldn't go tell all your deepest secrets to random people. No, a best friend wouldn't make fun of you like that. Based on my Instagram text story FRIENDS | @thevampsarecalling.

"Une simple jeune fille qui va voir sa vie prendre un grand tournant suite à un drame familial. Elle rencontrera les bonnes personnes au bon moment et redécouvrira le bonheur"

❛ - Tu... Tu peux recommencer s'il te plaît ? - Autant de fois que tu veux princesse ! ❜ J'ai réussi à montrer aux gens qu'ils avaient tort de ne pas croire en moi, de croire que je raterais mes études. Et me voilà à Londres, dans une grande école de mode, a cherché un stage pour mon cursus scolaire. Mais je ne pensais pas que ce stage changerait radicalement ma vie à jamais... | histoire terminée depuis décembre 2019 | *cringe*