"The Parisian night lights never ceased to amaze me. The busy bustle of city life always quieted down to a soft sweet jazz, never failing to capture the hearts of lovers. It wasn't something that could be seen or heard, it had to be experienced. Like how wine tasted better in the company of someone you loved, it could...
"I just don't understand, Chat. I thought...all this time...," she clenched her fists at her sides and stared up at him, "What changed?" Chat Noir stepped closer, pinning her against the railing of her balcony. The moonlight highlighted the dark ridges of his mask and his green eyes shone through the dark leather, as...
A long, rolling storm blankets Paris and a certain water fearing Cat curses it endlessly. However he had no way to know that from the very first drop the storm had started to change things.
Marinette's family has to go to China to visit their sick uncle for two whole months. Marinette cannot go with them due to her studies, so she is going to be living with her crush, Adrien. Will Marinette be able to survive all the problems she faces? What will happen to Adrien and Marinette's relationship? Will their...
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...
In which a boy in a bookstore finds a broken boy and they fall in love and fix each other. - - 'Tell me a story, L-lou.' Harry asked, sleepy. 'What about, love?' 'Anything. Make one up, if you like?' 'Okay,' said Louis, thinking for a second. He reached out his hand, and took Harry's in his. 'It was a warm day in Sep...
Duplicity doo-plis-i-tee noun deceitfulness in speech or conduct, as by speaking or acting two different ways to different people concerning the same matter; the quality of having two elements or parts being twofold or double. Mary did not think life could get any worse. Then she met Harry Styles.
"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his he...
