Anxiety-ridden, nightmare expert Charlotte 'Charlie' Jackson has been receiving witty, heartwarming, anonymous notes since the beginning of the school year. One afternoon, Charlie notices she did not find a note for the first time all year and suddenly gets the urge to figure out who writes them, and why they have be...
❝ i hate how twisted everything was about us - even our hearts. ❞ -- the chapters are just really short things like diary entries, with too many spaces than usual. if that's not your type of thing, then don't read it, but if you'd like to read these things i write at night, then go ahead-- [ p o e t r y # 6 0 ; 0 6...
❝who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my hideout?❞ ❝excuse me? more like who the fuck are YOU and what are you doing in MY hideout?❞ - In which the school’s player (Isaac Cooper) and nerd (Lynn Taylors) share the same hideout; and maybe a little bit of history too. ⇝⇝⇝ written by solangelo- cover made by ev...
Olivia is so madly in love with Jeremy. Jeremy can't possibly live without Olivia. Everything they say is a lie. Guess which sentence is the truth. [ Teen Fiction #223 ]
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week? [Book #1 of The Soulmate Series] © felicitate | 2015
Completed! This isn't the first time love had a roommate. It's been five years since the death of her parents and 19-year-old Lillian Camel still mourns their loss while battling with mental illness. Cooped up in her aunt's house, she embarks on a one-girl mission to survive university and get her bachelor's degree as...
What if fate gave you a second chance? Would you take it? Wendy dies moments after she confesses her love to Ian Ryder. Distraught and grief stricken, Ian manages to be consumed by sleep only to wake up the next morning to none other than Wendy, his best friend. Confused and disoriented he concludes that it was all a...
"A torch song is a sentimental love song, usually one lamenting unrequited love. Typically (but not always) sung by women." Everyone is in love with Allison Reed.
WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unhar...
When kids are young and full of innocent wonder, they're asked the question that will haunt them far into their adult lives: what do you want to be when you're older? Kyleigh Frost's answer to this very question was that she wanted to be thin. Ever since she could remember, all she wanted to do with her li...
I don't think anything really last. coffee cools cigarettes ends music stops and life simply goes, on. the only thing that really last is his touch. © 2O13 explain All Rights Reserved. ((SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, I'VE BEEN STUCK ON WRITERS BLOCK FOREVER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO))
❝come on make me feel alive❞ elle was sick of being simple, of being plain, of hiding in the shadows and never being heard. elle was tired of being a voice in a sea of millions more. elle found jake, an outlier who knew how to fly, how to live beyond breathing, how to be alive. elle was sick and tired. and then she wa...
A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.
"Hey." It all started with that three lettered word in a mysterious text from an unknown Californian number―hey. Alex Turner is your average seventeen―almost eighteen―year old girl. She's been through the normal teenage girl drama, like every other girl her age. She never thought she would be the...
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
