Seventeen-year-old Laura Porter and her family are far from normal. While most parents grab a briefcase and head to the office, Laura and her parents hop on a private CIA jet and save the world. As if being a teenager wasn't already hard enough! When almost a dozen models are killed in Paris, it is up to Laura to head to the City of Lights, acting as a model. Zach, another teen agent, joins her. Time to catch the murderer is running out before the biggest event in the fashion industry: Fashion Week. With jealous girls, attention-hogging divas, and stalkers everywhere, Laura and Zach can trust no one. But Laura begins to attach herself to the cute photographer Dylan. In the CIA, attachment can be deadly. In an attempt to catch their suspect, Zach and Laura chase a strange man through the metro, dine at the Moulin Rouge, find some bodies in the catacombs, and take a quick dip in the Seine. In the end, Laura comes face to face with the murderer and even she can't believe it.

This short story is about: 26 year old, Peter, has been lonely for some years , he decided to find a gift and explore the internet for a "love" interest. Gazing apon her blue shining eyes, Jane takes *breath* away. What will happen next? Will this be a classic romance? Or is it something intirely different? ***WARNING*** This novel is not meant for readers under the age of 11, (cruelty) (Inspired by my dearest brother)

when you first started dating Elmo you thought he was a sweet, soft, kind guy. But it didn't take long before you found out he was a mafia Mafia boss. how will this mafia stuff affect your life?is Elmo really the right guy for you? will big bird steal your heart? there's only one way to find out read the story! this is a crackhead story. sorry

FIN Heatwaves

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"