"Kiss on it?" "Derek, best friends don't kiss." or in which Derek makes Mariah his best friend, but to her it seems like he's out to ruin her life through a series of friendzoning & fuckboy-ing.

Olive didn't mean to fall in love . It was something she was trying to escape.

What'll happen before the summer's over? Tyler, the Creator love story.

“And girl you stole my heart, but you’re too fucking young. And this is more than a crush, oh I just might be in love...” — Tyler, the Creator love story.

M., a college sophomore, is haunted by the events of a year ago that ended another girl's life. In an attempt to clear her conscience, she writes her confession down in a battered notebook addressed to a stranger. This search for redemption is far more painful than she ever imagined, and she struggles to cope with her grief and guilt. As M. spirals deeper into herself, she must ask what the cost of absolution is...and if she's still willing to pay it. [ Wattpad featured story | cover by MayTijssen ]

"What do you mean, you can't?" Jaden cleared his throat before continuing. "What you can't do is say no before even thinking of the possibilities, man. You could be passing up something life-changing." Chance, Donald, and Jaden have all come together for a little guy-time vacation in the Palisades. Tired of the famous life, they're all looking for a getaway wherever they can find it. Jasmine, Ashley, and Troian are three ordinary girls who are about to get their lives turned upside down as they are greeted with the unexpected.

Isis, a young magazine story collector, was force to interview Tyler, The Creator when she was on her day off. During their interviewing session, they find that they have more in common than they think. They start spinning more and more time together. They both realize that they like each other more than friends. But when one of them is in an rocky relationship, how could they be together?

Geneva thought she knew what evil was before that Autumn in Chattanooga. She thought after being homeless for seven years she'd seen it all, and she knew how to manipulate life into giving her what she wanted. Strange things started happening in her town, and soon she learned that everything she thought she knew was a fabricated story created by the people who'd been watching her for her entire life. After being thrown into a sick, unfair game, she lost everything she gained along the way, including the ability to trust. Everyone around her was a suspect. Everyone she looked at could be the source of all her life's troubles. Ignoring it isn't an option because it always yanks you out of your comfort zone and forces you to brush shoulders with death even when you think it's over. So what can you do? How can you ask for help when anybody you meet could be the one controlling the operation? How can you take it down by yourself when they are always twenty steps ahead of you? There's only one answer: you can't. There's nothing you can do in this game except say your prayers. After all Geneva's been through, you start to wonder who you're praying to.

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.

Life is such a thrill when you don't know what's next. That's exactly what Florence Morrison's life was like: she never knew what would come next. Would her parents send her away to boarding school? Would her friends' crazy plan work? But most of all, what would happen if it did? She was the type who feared the outcome of everything, so she avoided these questions. But sooner or later, she had to face up to her life, and as moments passed by, there was no escape. No escape from her enemies, herself, the new boy in her life (who she doesn't know if he's her enemy or her friend), or her life. The only escape is death, which is bound to happen soon in this dog-eat-dog world.