it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.

❝You want a tip in life? Don't fall in love with someone you can't have. Especially not a runaway angel.❞ Zayn Malik is a desperate, fugitive angel. Valarie Chase is a feisty girl who lashes out at just about anything in order to keep from getting hurt. When Zayn becomes her guardian angel, all hell breaks loose--literally. Demons awaken, enemies are made, and a huge danger is unleashed, not only on Zayn and Valarie, but on angel-kind, and perhaps even mankind. Facing a sinister killer who has countless tricks up his sleeve, the two do their best to stay alive, clinging to each other in a world of betrayal and hurt. And perhaps even, unthinkably, falling in love. ❝And yes, sometimes we fall... but love will give us wings.❞ cover by me trailer on side

in which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that." or in other words, a collection of conversations between two lifelong best friends at half-three in the morning. (based off the song "half a heart") - all rights reserved 2014 © cathartics - january 27th: fanfiction #378, poetry #85

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

What began as just an ordinary day for one Elena Gates is turned upside down when she sees an unfamiliar boy calling out for help. From then on her world is drastically changed, but for the worse, or for the better? See what happens when the British/Irish boy band One Direction unexpectedly enters a regular girl's life. Is it a blessing? Or a curse? © 2012 by Grace Cooper (MyOwnSelf). All rights reserved No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of Grace Cooper (MyOwnSelf)

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

[COMPLETED ✓] A story about a girl on her way home when her journey is unexpectedly jeopardised by a group of spies. Copyright © 2014 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover made by: @moonxriver]

- because this moment simply is -

❝he's grey and skylar's color and they complement each other like hot rain on dry asphalt.❞ in which he has ptsd and doesn't do well with change. until her, that is. - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN, OKAY. BE NICE. - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics