When Helena finds a phone on the night train, she decides to text the first number in the list of contacts in order to figure out who it belongs to. ***** Helena Santos hasn't had the easiest life. At twenty-one, she's the legal guardian of her teenage sister, in the final year of her nursing degree, and working night shifts at her small-town's local bar. And things get a lot more complicated when she finds a phone on the train home and decides to text the first number in the list of contacts, in hopes of tracking down its owner. That contact? Adam Bauer; the charismatic, sweet, and refreshingly honest older brother of the person who lost their phone. As the two continue talking, they can't ignore the chemistry and growing feelings between them, but life is never that simple. To make things work, Helena and Adam need to juggle a troubled sister, a meddlesome ex-boyfriend, and one fat lawsuit - all intent on keeping them apart. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains swearing, mature themes, and sexual content.

{ effervescence; n.: bubbles in a liquid } a whole world of blue and green above them as they spoke the things they never said which came out in bubbles and quickly disappeared in the water; up, up, up, while their lungs filled with water - up, down, floating - and they d r o w n e d | Teen Fiction Awards Winner in the Category Writing |

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, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"Orange lillies are said to represent passion. I just want you to know that I hate you with a burning passion." - In which a sarcastic, sassy and undeniably heartbroken boy who goes by the name of Archer Giovani buys flowers for his cheating ex-girlfriend everyday according to his different emotions in the shop Elnora Constantine happens to work in. Highest ranking: #43 - 8/2/17 - SS #50 - 5/2/17 - SS #55 - 2/2/17 - SS #304 - 11/4/17 - H

She'd been providing for herself since the age of fourteen when her parents had died tragically in a car accident. But now, two years late at the age of sixteen, she finally has a place to call home. Lydia was shy. Very, extremely, inevitably, shy. She didn't answer the door when there was a knock or barely responded when spoken to and the only personal information that Stiles knew about her was that she adored books. The Stilinski's had a few problems themselves but Lydia was no harm and kept to herself. Yeah...that's not quite what happens.

Stydia AU where Beacon Hills is just a normal high school. No werewolves or kanimas or banshees. Scott McCall was never bitten. Allison Argent's family were never werewolf hunters. But just because it's normal, doesn't mean it's not dangerous. WARNINGS: School Shooting fic, read at own discretion

❝The end is unknown but I think I'm ready as long as you're with me❞ It all began when Jackson stood her up for a date. ( extended summary inside ) ( short story )

a short fanfic in which a strawberry blonde girl is admitted to a mental hospital and falls for a boy who cant wake from dreaming - one sentence per part ten parts a day : copyright 》stilesstilinskis

Stiles was no knight in shining armor. Hell he wasn't even a castle guard. Instead this boy of nineteen was a florist. Yes you heard right, a middle class peasant florist. He dreamed of the princess often, hell didn't everyone? So I guess you could say he was just as normal as anyone else. Until he made his daily venture through the woods and stumbled upon a girl no older than him. Well, she stumbled upon him. "Why are you in a tree?" The girl laughs, causing him to smile. "My best friend told me to climb up here and stay put." He shrugs. "And you listened?" She laughs again. He couldn't exactly tell her he had no choice but to do what his friend had told him. It was his curse. •••••••• Loosely based off of Ella Enchanted (very very VERY loosely)

❝why's your band called 'road to serenity'?❞ ❝because when i was thinking about forming a band, i was thinking about what music means to me. it's kind of my safe place, my road to serenity.❞ in which a ninteen year-old stiles from the us is the drummer of a not well-known pop-punk band called road to serenity, and lydia from canada is his seventeen year-old biggest fan. oh and, their only way of communication is twitter. [small caps intended, mostly texts/messages] [completed]