In which two boys fall in love and discover secrets that could either tear them apart or bring them closer than ever. - ©stupidafi2015

❝daddy just cannot wait until his baby girl turns eighteen.❞ All Rights Reserved © 2015|michaelsnuggets

Luke's ass sits on a throne at the top of the social chain, but with popularity comes limitations. Don't do this; don't do that; you like which movie? As Luke loses sight of who he is, Ari Quiroz steps into his life. Spunky and loudmouthed, the fearless Filipino teen inadvertently shows Luke what it's like to live life without barricades. However, with the fear of being a freak and the temptations of popularity luring him in, Luke has to decide what's more important. If drunk words are sober thoughts, then Luke Hemmings is in for one hell of a hangover. ✖ OFFICIAL winner of the 2015 Watty's in the "Talk of the Town" category. #233 in Random - 06 February 2015 #911 in Fanfiction - 25 February 2015 #576 in Fanfiction - 23 May 2015 #130 in Fanfiction - 29 May 2015 #91 in Fanfiction - 24 June 2015 #9 in Fanfiction - 5 July 2015 #2 in Fanfiction - 15 July 2015 TRIGGER WARNINGS: Depression, Suicide, Bullying, Vulgar Language ✖ Started on: 19 July 2014 Completed on: 3 June 2015 Reviewed by Emily of Wattmag issue #4.

❝The one thing I want in life and you're standing in the way of it.❝ I bark, running my shaking hands through my hair. ❝Are you sure you don't want something else?❝ He says quietly, keeping his gaze locked onto mine. ❝Like what, Luke?❝ My voice cracks from frustration and all I want to do is scream as he swallows the lump in his throat, stepping closer. ❝Like me.❝ // COVER BY ROADTRIPS

in which two teens meet in the backseat of a city bus. © 2016 skinsluke.

They say that we stop looking for the monsters under our beds when we realise that the monsters are inside us. But Jamie finds out what really goes bump in the night... And it's him.

After 6 months apart, Michael starts to call and text me again. He says he wants to fix our relationship, but can our relationship endure the tests of love? Even though we know it will be hard to mend, we try, only to realize that sometimes, 'life can do terrible things'. WARNING: This story DOES involve quite a bit of smut, so I am warning you now that if you are not comfortable with that then DO NOT READ THIS! I don't need comments complaining about that!

"No, no, no stop!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, flailing around gasping for the slightest bit of air. "I'll do anything! Pl-please" I sobbed, using up what little air I had left. I clawed at his ice cold hands trying to get them to release his tightening grip from my throat. Suddenly, his hands flew off of my burning throat, allowing me to suck in a breath of air. "Anything?" He spoke, tilting his head in the cockiest way. "Yes! Anything, Please, I don't wanna d-d-die." I stuttered. "Good, I like to play with my food." He smirked. My eyes turned as big as saucers and I hiccuped from so much crying. He laughed at my reaction. He flashed me a smile, and two, pearly white fangs shown from his mouth. A loud sob escaped my lips, which made him laugh even more. "Shh, we don't want anybody catching us out here." His mood turning quickly. I nodded my head up and down quickly, trying to silence the occasional hiccup that would escape from my throat. "Good, now lets go." He said pulling me up to his chest, keeping a strong hold to my neck. "Just know, that I won't hesitate to suck all the blood out of you if you attempt to get away from me, and nobody gets away from me." He growled. "O-Okay." I said, pinching my eyes shut. "Good." He smirked. Then everything went black. fangs © irwinsprinkles

We all know the sad stories, alcoholic mother, divorced parents, the same old sad love story. What's the difference? Michael Clifford. The biggest change in Daniella Von's life.

Familiar [fuh-mil-yer] adjective: A familiar sight. When you’ve seen someone before. For example: from the first time I saw his face again, he somehow seemed so familiar. A familiar feeling. A comfortable feeling only that one person can give you. A feeling which just feels right, which feels like home. For example: In his arms I felt familiar.