Bob Duncan Magic

A story about Bobs adventures (Every Chapter is entertaining) Bob has some unexpected surprises

Baby Love ── RICKY BOWEN¹

BABY LOVE. ❝If it were up to Ricky, he'd choose music over our kid any day.❞ ❝Stop phrasing it like that, it's a robot. I'm not a bad dad!❞ ( HSM:TM:TS SEASON 1 ) ( ricky bowen x oc ) ( book one )

Duplicity [h.s]

"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...

Roots - h.s

Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth. Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart. Sterling King is a girl with deep roots, and long branches that lead to nothing. Harry Styles is a boy with...

Hideaway [h.s]

BOOK 2/3 OF MALIGNANT SERIES (MATURE READ!) "We need to go, they're coming for us." He yells over the rain that's slapping repetitively against the cement. "For us?" I begin until he grabs my hand and pulls me down the road. "For you, Amelia. They want you. But they can't have you." "W-why?" I swallow the lump in m...

Little Bird

"It's much harder to stay hidden from the Dark Lord when you're in love with a Death Eater." Evelyn Hawkings' parents were well-known Death Eaters, but they died when the Dark Lord fell and Eve was only an infant. Now fifteen years have passed and Voldemort is back, and Eve has changed her last name to stay hidden fro...

Cherry- H.S

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...

Little March

His eyes turn to me. The hazel is practically mocking, and even though I don't react, there's no way he doesn't notice the way my face warms when he stares at me a beat too long. Jo would kill me. It's enough to get it from Amy, but me too? God. _____________________________________ This short story takes place in C...