Anne e Beatrice são amigas desde a infância, não tem uma memória em que as duas não se lembrem uma da outra. Essa amizade cresceu durante anos e com elas um sonho que parecia quase impossível: Engravidar juntas para que seus filhos também se tornassem tão amigos quanto elas. O sonho se realizou! Briley e Harry nasceram no mesmo dia e estranhamente na mesma hora. Mas diferente do que suas mães tanto sonhavam, os dois cresceram se odiando tanto que todos os encontros das famílias viraram um inferno! Os últimos acontecimentos fizeram com que Briley e Harry ficassem proibidos de se verem durante anos. Será que agora com eles mais velhos, toda a birra vai passar e finalmente irão se entender?

Harry, an autistic baker, crosses paths with Rana, a depressed teacher. From a slice of upside down orange cake to many adventures together, this is their heartwarming story.

MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. *The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.* *This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.* The story of a young woman who finds her style, self worth, and strength through the power of friendship, and true love. With a punk twist. In 2010, living in suburban CHICAGO IL, Alice Mariposa Anderson, 19, wishes for a teenage dream of sex, drugs, romance and fame. A Punk Rock life is a fantasy that corrupts her daydreams every waking hour, and her love of music only fuels it--but it's a life that'll only come true if she abandons the strict religious rules of her parents Christian household, and takes a chance on her new punkstar neighbors across the street. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Harlow Silver is a 21 y/o drummer for an underground scene/punk band named Bloody Valentine, moving from a loud, trashy New York City apartment to a quiet house in Chicago to escape his grim, horrific past. While also seeking out answers only Chicago could give him. But when he moves in across the street from a prudent, annoying, religious girl looking to bust out from her protective shell, he's forced to face his fears and break through the mental barriers that bind him to his trauma. And maybe, just maybe, love again. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. A.U.

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Uma série peculiar de assassinatos fará o melhor detetive da Scotland Yard procurar a ajuda de uma médium. Mas o que fazer quando Madame Viviette, a reconhecida paranormal a quem ele pede ajuda, não é nada do que ele esperava? ------- "Caçadora de Corpos é uma história totalmente diferente do meu tipo favorito, mas me fez ficar acordada até tarde, querendo saber como terminava o capítulo e me deixando apreensiva a cada parágrafo. (...) Dividida em duas partes, CdC tem narrativa em terceira pessoa (adoro) e é escrita perfeitamente, com um bom desenvolvimento do enredo e suspense para tudo quanto é lado. " -- Entrelinhas (http://entrelinhasfic.tumblr.com) "As atualizações são sempre eletrizantes e no final você sempre irá querer mais. A história é super bem escrita e é uma delícia de se ler. Perco meu fôlego e minha sanidade a cada cena restrita do casal principal." -- Lu Indica (http://luindica.tumblr.com) Contém cenas de sexo e violência Grupo da história no Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/cacadoradecorpos/

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Forçada a sair do Brasil, Natalia vai tentar a vida em Nova Iorque trabalhando de recepcionista em um restaurante renomado. Mas de forma ambiciosa ela não se contenta com pouco. Para ganhar mais dinheiro, se beneficia de alguns clientes bem generosos que adoram mimá-la e sair com uma jovem de 24 anos ao invés de suas mulheres. Ela fez desse "segundo trabalho" uma oportunidade arriscada de alcançar seu objetivo e se livrar do passado. Agora que conheceu o cantor Harry Styles, Natalia acha que pode conseguir fazer dinheiro mais rápido se aproveitando do milionário sem que ele perceba.

Melissa Parker é uma psiquiatra recém-formada que encontra seu primeiro emprego em um manicômio judiciário. Em meio aos novos desafios, se vê encantada por um de seus pacientes, Corey Sanders, um rapaz misterioso e muito atraente. Sem que se dê conta, acaba se envolvendo pela aura enigmática do rapaz, irresistível e provocador. Como se não bastasse, o simpático, prestativo e belo doutor Brian Peters, um colega de trabalho, também chama sua atenção. Ele se revela seu primeiro amigo em meio ao bando de loucos abrigados entre as grades da prisão, e logo tenta se tornar mais do que um amigo. Enquanto Melissa tenta descobrir a verdade por trás do crime que condenou Corey Sanders à prisão perpétua e resistir à tentação do médico e do suposto psicopata, é obrigada a lidar com uma série de eventos sobrenaturais e assustadores que começam a persegui-la pelos escuros e frios corredores do St. Marcus Institute.