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~I stepped backwards but tripped and landed on the floor. Still crying, I saw Loki getting closer to me.~ You come from a line of people who have special abilities meaning you have powers. One day you are visited by Loki unexpectedly. Why does he originally choose you? And what do you do when you find out his plans for New York? (Each chapter gets better I promise) This story is placed during the first Avengers movie, in 2012. ⚠️Warning: There will be implied smut, depression, use of profanity, and attempted suicide.⚠️ 🚫///DISCLAIMER\\\🚫 I do not own Marvel nor any of their characters. I simply wrote this xreader book for myself and anyone who chooses to read it. Highest Rankings: #242 in avengersfanfiction (6/12/2019) #384 in asgard (6/22/2019) #5 in Jotunheim (12/5/2019) #1 in lokismut (12/17/2019) !THE SEQUEL IS OUT NOW, Returning to the Forgotten! This is my first book so please don't judge me. Thank you. (Co-written with my friends.) Started: 5/23/2019 Finished: 6/29/2019

Josie Hemmings didn't have the best track record for relationships. Calum Hood wasn't one for relationships, period. But one night spent together without the knowledge of their friends--including Josie's older brother and Calum's best friend, Luke--is a secret they kept between them. One never to be talked about again. Until Josie moves into Luke's house in Los Angeles and suddenly, she and Calum are around each other every day. Pretending their night together didn't happen is one night. Ignoring feelings that were developing a lot quicker than either of them could keep track of was another. On top of it all, keeping it all a secret from Luke was only going to end one way. ---- all rights reserved.

"if that's your way of picking up girls, I'm sorry to break it to you my friend but you're not doing very well." in which a boy tried with pick up lines but she didn't try at all. sequel: colours (its on my profile)

"Today's agenda begins with assigning new lab partners."

"vodkas, sex and cigarettes are just some of people's way to vent out the shit that the universe throws to them, but mine's different." "it's you. you're my vodka, my sex, and my beloved cigarettes."

"who the fuck is a 5 seconds of summer?"

"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!

"If you really think I'm revolting or a complete asshole, then why don't you quit? Huh? C'mon tell me, Princess," Calum questioned, towering over me with a smirk that was constantly toying at his lips. I knew I would regret my answer later. But in that moment, with Calum's specific scent of mint and an undertone of cigarettes filling my nose, I spoke whatever I wanted. Maybe it was the smell that clouded my thoughts and keeping me from using a filter with my thoughts. "I can't quit because you make me feel some sort of way. I don't know what this stupid feeling is. All I know for certain is that I'm not going anywhere until I figure out what the hell this emotion is."

❝I would have followed him to hell if he had asked me, and maybe I did.❞ copyright © 2014 / lovablenarry