★ TERMINADO ★ ------------------ DISPONIBLE EN FÍSICO. PODÉS ADQUIRIRLO EN AMAZON.COM (AMÉRICA) O AMAZON.ES (ESPAÑA) ------------------ «¿Qué es el amor?» [versión 2014/5] PRIMER LIBRO DE LA SERIE WIL. -¿Qué es el amor para ti? -pregunta entonces. -El amor es como una paloma -repongo-. Como una paloma que viene, te caga y se va. -Haré que cambies de opinión. -No creo que lo logres. -Lo lograré, ya verás. ✄--------------------------------------- ❝Mientras que el sol ilumina, la luna recibe su brillo. Pero, ¿qué pasaría luego de que el sol perdiese su luz? La luna alcanzaría la plena oscuridad.❞ ✄--------------------------------------- → Estoy reescribiendo actualmente esta misma historia. Pueden encontrar la otra versión en mi perfil. No está terminada a comparación de ésta. Obra registrada en safecreative bajo el código 1509135155504. Prohibida su copia total o parcial. PÁGINA DE FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/T.WILOficial © Nerina Recart

Una volta, tanto tempo fa, un angelo s'innamorò di un diavolo. E non è finita bene. "In un attimo, i loro sguardi s'incontrarono di nuovo e non avrebbe potuto essere altrimenti, perché loro si appartenevano." (Citazione mia) ●Mine 2, sequel di Mine. ●Copyright - Tutti i diritti riservati. By Black_Queen.

Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

"Io posso piegarti sopra questo piano proprio qui,proprio ora" Questa è una traduzione,fatta da me e @pizzaturnsmeon . Tutti i diritti e i crediti vanno a @recxrds . Thanks Aurora.

Nate and Talia have always been best friends. Right from the start they were inseparable. Inevitably, Talia had been secretly crushing on Nate, but when he suddenly moved to England he broke her heart and completely changed her. Now Nate's back and let's just 'The New Talia' isn't his favourite Talia. Talia may hate Nate now, but will they feel differently when they begin to know each other again? With a group of friends all set to play cupid and a tendency to always end up in crazy situations together, will these two best friends stay best friends for never, or will it turn into something more than that? Cover by NaturallyFiona

-"Tu invece? È tua sorella?" "No, è mia figlia"-

Anche i nostri eroi adesso posso chattare! Attenzione,se non hai letto tutta la trilogia,non leggere la chat!

Allison, una chica de Manhattan, enamorada de su mejor amigo, amor el cual no es correspondido; decide dejar a todos sus amigos y marcharse de su ciudad natal para comenzar una nueva vida llena de fiestas y desfases en Miami. El problema vendrá cuando se reencuentre con sus amigos dos años después de haberse marchado... ¿Quién sobrevivirá a los líos de la mansión Hastings?

"Tu credi nei fantasmi?" Lo guardo in modo strano. Perché una persona dovrebbe farmi una domanda del genere? "Certo che no" "Bene, dovresti iniziare a farlo" "E perché?" Lui sembra esitare, mi guarda negli occhi e dopo interminabili attimi dice qualcosa: "Perché io sono morto trentadue anni fa"