❝I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth.❞ Harry doesn't care about the blood on his hands until it's hers. 2017 FEATURED STORY Highest Ranking: #141 in Fanfiction ©chloecorrie 2016-2017
"the brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear."
"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut
"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...
Harry'nin hayallerini gerçekleştirmek için yapması gereken son bir şey kalmıştı. Bir aşk şarkısı yazmak. • Kapak / @asharrywas ♡
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...
*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a...
A shy boy who sees beauty in everything he lays eyes on, and a confident girl who doesn't believe in love, finding common ground in the world of art. tw.
Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that...
Yıldızlı gecelerde gördüm seni. Beni acımasızca öptün. Dudakların büyülü bir dünyaydı, gökyüzün mücevherlerle asılıydı.
O gece, Harry ruhunu binlerce parçaya böldü. Ruhunun büyük bir kısmını siyah gramofona, kalan ruh parçalarını da yıldızlara armağan etti.
“Birincisi-” “Harika, bir de maddelemiş.” gözlerimi devirdim. Beni önemsemeden, devam etti. “Birincisi, kimse bilmeyecek.” “Hah, ben de insanlara piçin tekiyle düzüştüğümü anlatmak için ölüyordum.” Sen bilirsin, der gibi omuz silkti. “İkincisi, duygusal hiçbir şey istemiyorum,” yüzünü buruşturmuştu. “Onlar olmayacak...