FIND HER, BEFORE HE FINDS YOU Three years ago, Laila Johnson went missing, leaving no trace behind. The Police closes the case and declares her as dead due to lack of evidence. Her story stay's untold and the supposedly cursed small town seems to forget Laila's name in no time, but Nariella won't accept that. Growing up with the same stubborn mind as her mothers, she knows that there's something wrong with Leila's disappearance and she wants to know what it is. When she chooses the case as the topic for her final-year project, stepping into her mothers footsteps, she learns that there's secrets that should've stayed hidden in the shadows. But what if someone in town desperately wants her to uncover those secrets. And what happens if she does? This is a fanfiction about Pippa Fitz-Amobi's and Ravi Singh's daughter and her obnoxious childhood friend, who also turns out to be her next door neighbour. The story is set about 20 years after 'As Good As Dead'.

----> ☆ OLIVIA SINGH is Pip and Ravi's daughter.She grew up in the comfort of her mom's bedtime stories,her dad's arms,her twins brother Kayan's company and her friend's always being there. However, when she decides to follow her mom's footsteps and solve a case about someone close to her going missing,she uncovers secrets that were better to stay hidden.

A support line can save a life.

Harry's dream got ruined by the big businessman Louis William Tomlinson. What will he do when he has to pretend he loves him? I'm bad at descriptions, please read it

*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar* The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music. Along with many mishaps... ^^^ i hate writing descriptions okay ):

Hating someone is the same as falling in love. Close proximity is the bullet in the barrel for both, but it's a game of roulette. Either the gun will shoot and kill, or you'll get the empty slot, and no one gets hurt. Which one is which all depends on the two people involved. Love can kill, and hate can live. Or, love can live, and hate can kill. The question is, which one does this story follow? Lyra Potter is the younger twin to golden boy James Potter. She's the rougher version of him with untrimmed edges and an aggressive personality. She's never found luck in love as her twin had, and by the time she turned 18, she had given up entirely, thanks to the words of a casually cruel Sirius Black. That was until she found the note on her bed from a person who refuses to share their name or any small details. Follow Lyra as she learns the difference between love and hate, all while trying to unravel a mystery that all started with a note on her bed.

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay