Recently there have been a number of unexplained deaths in my neighborhood. Everyone is on edge. Many believe it is murder. The main suspect is a girl living alone in the huge, old-fashioned house at the end of the street. Her name is Melanie Martinez. [August 2015 - August 2016]

story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-

[grand prize winner of the coffee shop AU contest on Wattpad] "I envied the cup of coffee that got to kiss his sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning." [grand prize winner of the coffee shop AU contest on Wattpad]

**Trigger Warning** "What is it?" I asked him quietly, half afraid of the answer. He hesitated for a minute. "I - I think I love you."

"I don't need fixing, I need you." Oxygen; the element that we breathe. It seems after the loss of my best friend, I've been lacking it for quite some time. She was the only one who understood me and knew how to deal with me. But, one tragic night something happened. I don't know if it's true but people say she killed herself, everything sort of led up to it. At first, I refused to believe it but as time flew by, I had to accept that she was gone. Being her best friend, I couldn't comprehend why she would've done it. But that day, I stopped breathing-metaphorically speaking. Everything was duller. My parents used to think it was just a phase because of the death, but this feeling soon consumed my entire being. So, they sent me to a therapist. I guess you could say he saved my life. He is the reason I breathe again.

story #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]

"I guess she really was a crybaby" - She was a girl who loved a boy, He was the boy who didn't want to be loved by her.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me," I whispered to him. "I did," he says. "And you did." "And I did." • • • • In the second novella featuring Leighton Cole and Ed Sheeran, things have changed; lives have changed. Receiving medical treatment for her illness, Leighton spends most of her live in her room, her car, or in the hospital. Never with Ed. After Ed had promised to wake her up, a change took over them, a wrong change, a bad change. Characters begin to sneak off, lie, betray each other for the sake of love; because what's love worth in the world today? When Leighton is told that if she doesn't continue with her treatment, then by Autumn her condition will worsen and she will be back in her star-studded coma. But when her choices, her failures, and her love for Ed come between getting healthy and getting what she wants, what is she to do? In this novella, a new thrill comes, a new love interest comes, and most importantly a new plot in the current love story of Ed Sheeran and Leighton Cole, star-crossed lovers who just can't stay away from the wrong choices. Warning! This story contains explicit language, sexual themes, self-harm ideas, and brief use of drugs. Please do not read if you are an unsuitable age for these ideas, if you are, please continue to read. © Ivette Candelaria (iveemadole) Please do not use my ideas, words, or chapters in any of your stories. If you use any subjects in your stories, please let me know, or else you are plagiarizing.

"every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces/now it feels we're as close as strangers" [DISCONTINUED]

This place is my own personal hell, and I'd give almost anything to leave it. Well, except my trust and my pride; a girl's got to have standards. Being the hotel maid is a crap job, but I certainly see and hear things that I never would've if I'd worked elsewhere. Calum Hood's naked ass is one of those things-and I'm not sure that I dislike it. The only problem is, now he thinks he can save me. He wants to help me, to free me. And he tells me that he's falling for me. As much as I try to keep myself distant from him, I think I might be falling for him too.