-𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. ____________ ➳ ᴀ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟʟᴀ ➳ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ √ [Cover made yours truly] ©Copyright Adorabelle_™ All Rights Reserved 2020

"what did you do while i was away?" he asked. and she never answered, until now.

trigger warning It wasn't meant to end this way. It wasn't meant to end in yelling and throwing. It wasn't meant to end with Jessie storming out of the common room in tears. It wasn't meant to end with Sirius punching the wall until he bled. The anger wasn't meant to come crashing back into his head. The depression wasn't meant to creep back into hers. But what did they expect? What did they expect when they put two walking disasters together? Because they sure as hell didn't expect what they got: a time bomb. A bomb that exploded and took everything with it. Sirius Black short story, written in poetry.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.