Summer in Paris: flowers are blooming and city lights glittering. Aster attends a prestigious art school where champagne bottles are chugged like water, easy friendships and casual sex seem to be all anyone is interested in and Ruel, the cousin of the Prince of France, has a pretty smile and empty eyes.

When Genevieve Alberry, a timid and quiet girl, moves to Australia on her own, she finds herself tangled in the life of Ruel Van Dijk. (completed but discontinued)

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 topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th

Then there was a long pause, a minute of silence he so desperately needed just to wrap his thoughts around all of this. ''Ah, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. The thought of somebody else having you, somebody else owning such a precious work of art drove me insane.'' Within seconds, he stood up, clenching his fists as he spoke quietly and more clearly with the purpose of his words to be heard, to be remembered and possibly never forgotten. ''Soon, you'll be mine. And you'll learn to love me back.'' © stereoids. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2018