Baylee Mills. Twin sister and younger sister of Travis Mills. Baylee is at a bar one night. She meets Tom Kaulitz and they have a one night stand. Wanna know what happens next? Check out this story! I enjoy feedback :)
Y/n l/n is a typical seventeen year old teenager, she goes to school, dates, parties and all other typical teenage things. But there is one thing which is not so typical, she got kicked out of her own house, by her own parents! Not because she is a rebel, far from that, because she existed. So when she finds a perfe...
Y/N is used by the bad boy of the school Tom Kaulitz who chucks her away after having her for one night. Next time use protection. "I never liked you, get the fuck over me."
A sequel to My Living Nightmare. The black nothingness that now enveloped my soul was the only thing that seemed to keep me going. The thought of him imprinted on my brain was a cruel reminder of the place which I had come. Was I really destined to die alone? Was I really meant to keep on living in this fucked up worl...
This story is a continuation of my living nightmare and a beautiful lié by @winternightz so if you haven't read those two first I recommend you go do it because you won't understand anything
Hey Leute, viele wollten unbedingt, dass diese Geschichte auf deutsch ist und ich dachte mir, dass ich das buch übersetzte, sodass die deutschen das auch lesen können <3 Angefangen zu schreiben am 23.06.23 Die Story beendet am 09.08.2023
He was good looking, drove a sexy car and always had a girl on his arm, he seemed to be the ideal man to every girl's eye, but he was the complete opposite. My name is Taylor, and I am one of those girls he has on his arm. I wasn't put there willingly, no not at all, I was forced to be his pet, thats what he called me...
Viele wünschen sich die deutsche Übersetzung von I'm living the truth
Eine Fortsetzung von My Living Nightmare. Das schwarze Nichts, das jetzt meine Seele umhüllte, war das Einzige, was mich am Laufen hielt. Der Gedanke an ihn, der sich in meinem Gehirn eingeprägt hatte, war eine grausame Erinnerung an den Ort, an den ich gekommen war. War ich wirklich dazu bestimmt, alleine zu sterben...