{REWRITING COS' I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 11;SRRY} ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Deliah Rosaline. She's scared but confident, nothing like the inside but always on the outside. She thought she was ready for the uncertainty that boarding schools brought. But she's still suffering from the time jump of Halloween' 2001; the event that seemed to ruin everyone. Deliah has done everything from going behind her parents back, or sneaking into old family photos and giving anonymous calls to long forgotten relatives. The more she searches, the more confused she gets. They all want to protect her, but from what? They know the truth will set her free, but it will hurt her so badly. She only just wants to remember. But somethings are best forgotten. ◣With a few unexpected guests, Deliah and Sara are catching on one hell of a ride down the memory lane. They're going ba c k but they just don't k n o w it.◥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © Track9, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

Violet might just be the happiest person alive—and that's without hot young pop-stars interfering. When Violet keeps literally bumping into THE Zayn Malik, things heat up—but when she has to keep this from all the fans and even her best friend, everything gets complicated. What happens when she starts to get closer and closer to the boys? WRITTEN BY LIAMS_PRINCESS

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*