They met in December.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Vena Anderson, a nineteen year old girl has moved away from home to attend college. She has no desire to live in a small dorm room and having to live with a complete stranger, so living in an apartment for her college years is her next option. The only flaw in her plan is that she can't afford it without a roommate. Vena has lived in this apartment all through the past year and just as the new school year is right around the corner, the landlord decided that she would raise the rent. James Hendersom, a nineteen year old guy has been recently kicked out of his dorm for smoking cigarettes. He now has been living with his parents until he can find a place of his own. He has been searching and searching for the past week and could not find anything, until just a few days ago. James was looking through the ads, again and one popped out more then all the others sitting on that plain "Looking for roommate. Contact Vena Anderson for further information" *This Wattpad story is rated Mature for strong language and some sexuality* Book One of the 'I Am Living With An Idiot' series. This book is currently being edited and revised because in some aspects it is so horrible, so I am working on it!!

"Human beings are evil creatures, they gang up to defeat everything else. They have to be on top, while everything else has to be down. They would kill us if they had the chance.."

Join Chase and Carli in their quirky journey towards discovering themselves and each other.

I never met anyone quite like William; which is why I'm willing to do anything to be noticed by him, even screwing myself over socially. As long as it gets me closer to William, I don't care what the price is. Even if it's my heart. cover made by @tragicallyinlove ! © Copyright 2021. Please, don't steal, copy or redistribute without my permission.

If anxiety were a person, what would you tell her? [Warning: May contain strong language] Achievements: #1 Non-Fiction - #29 Random - #8 BasedInRealLife - #7 reallifestory

I finished this story in nanowrimo, 2015, and I haven't looked back since. Sorry to the one person (maybe?) who may have been holding up hope for a sequel or an edit No, you aren't getting one. ----- "Of course I don't. I'm just stating the obvious." He stood up from the stool and flicked his eyes over his shoulder, to look at Ciara. "I could, a) Break through the window," He pointed behind him, towards the massive window behind the bar. "b) I could run away," He paused again for a moment, weighing up the options. "Or finally, c) I could help the pretty girl in the story get away from the thug." Brendan scoffed mockingly once again. "And which option would you choose, ballet boy?" "Well," he turned his head to wink at Ciara. "Who can't resist saving a damsel in distress?" ----- Kyran is a Demon. Born and bred in the depths of Edom, a dimension of hell, his father granted him a job - to kill the Ordinary Dead. It just so happens that his first assignment is Ciara Hunter, a beautiful girl Kyran could not dare to assassinate. What happens when a reaper finds they cannot summon the ability to kill? ----- I feel like writing this terrible novel was the low point in my life. Read if you must. It's only still up here because of the amount of reads I have.

"I want to grow up" Did you say it when you were a kid? I know I did. Have you regretted growing up at some point in your life? Have you wished you could be a careless child once again? I know you have. Everyone has. The more you grow the bigger the challenges, the obstacles, the pain. Life gets serious. You get serious. You forget to smile at the morning sun shining down your face. You are too absorved by your problems to notice the beautiful world surrounding you. And when life gets hard, you wish more than anything to turn back in time and be that small child who did not know anything when he said "I want to grow up"

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing