Book Thief: WordsIn Liesel Meminger's world, words were everything. She loved the words, she hated them, because she had seen every side of them.Book Thief: Words by HPFan4Ever17
The words had been her friends. They had brought her closer to Papa. They had helped her make friends with a broken woman and a woman who had lost everything. They had brought Max safely to them. It was funny that a book, which had caused so much pain and suffering, had actually saved someone from the person, who wrote them.
The words had been her enemies. There was a sunlit classroom, children snickering. The words falling to pieces before her tear-filled eyes. Humiliation made her cheeks burn and she wished she could disappear. She could see her brother lying dead on the train, her mother leaving her. There was her dad and that strange word, which always tagged along: Kommunist, and now this. She needed a victory, but in the end, she lost again.
The words had been victims. She could still feel the heat of the flames as they ate the words. See them fa
Fall Ch. 1Neal blinked.Fall Ch. 1 by Zexy-n-me
The room was silent.
The only light came from a small candle flickering on the bedside table.
He felt seasick.
Standing slowly and trying to hold back his nausea, Neal stumbled to the small door joining the bathroom to his room. He gulped and slowly let out a long sigh, tightly clutching the corner of the counter. The rocking of the ship was getting worse as they moved farther into the storm, and Neal was strongly regretting his decision to leave the pills behind. Kate had tried to sneak the sea sickness pills into his bag time and time again after he had refused them, but he hadn't listened. He had given her the trademark Caffrey grin and told her, "great conmen don't get sea sick, don't worry about it."
"It seems Kate was right," Neal grumbled, turning on the faucet and ducking his head under the stream of cold water. He rose and stared at his pale face in the mirror. He looked awful.
There was a loud knock on the door and someone entered the room without waiting for a
62. Magic62. Magic by SnarkyGirl101
As a child, Neal Caffrey used to watch the peddlers on the streets as they played their money-grabbing schemes. Everyone called them scam artists, but to Neal they were magicians. The movement of their hands, the swift elegance of a flicked wrist he became enthralled by this different kind of magic.
He soon found himself trying the movements, all the while keeping up with his favorite pastime of art. These two things took a majority of his time, and he continued to be consumed by them. Kate fell into the picture and she brought something to his attention he had never thought of art was a kind of magic too. The ease of copying an original, the hidden signature proclaiming it as your own brought back the feelings of awe he had felt as a child. Combing his two interests made his "career" of being a con man with Kate by his side. He loved her, and the bottle was the symbol of the love they had and would have in the future. Love, just like the song, is a kind of magic.
Neal Caffrey x Reader Neal Caffrey x Reader  by Marilsasda
(All of the other chapters are FREAKING SHORT so I'll make this one even longer. I hope you won't mind.)
At the diner near Twine street. Had Neal ever been there before? It made him ponder on his way there on what it was like, why in the world you and Mozzie would be there, how on Earth had the two of you found such a weird place? Actually, it was going a little to far to call it weird. He had never seen it before. How was he able to call it weird if he had never seen before? Why was he thinking about this again? It seemed Neal's mind was just roaming every distant corner of thought while he drove in his rental car towards his destination.
There he would find Mozzie.
There he would find you.
Goodness gracious. He would do anything to see your face again. That was all he had wanted at the moment; To see your face. He craved to see that pumpkin face of yours and to make sure it wasn't scarred in any way. He wanted you to be safe, to be protected, in