"no one is dying tonight." copyright 2014 © hahahakris

I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Some tips I put together that are not yet completed. They are no way writing law or anything, but they're mostly things I feel strongly about. I suggest you read the little note at the beginning.

He could've opened it right then and there, making the whole process move quicker, but he slipped it into his jacket pocket, bringing his eyes back up to a normal level, moving forward. The paper was now his, it was no longer in a confused state of lost as well as found. It was simply found. Found by a boy who was blind to the hate in the world. Blind to love. A boy blind to loss.

The fangirls of Beliebernia have declared war against the fangirls of Directioneria. It shall be a gory war, indeed, and it's up to the fangirls of Lovatica to stop it. ❀ ❀ ❀ "I've heard great things about this book!" – a deaf man. "O-M-G this book was so funny!" – someone with an inability to understand humor. "It made me cry." – a man with no tear ducts. ┍╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┑ ╎ copyright © believeinmeee ╎ ┖╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┙ READ THIS VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: Okay, I'd just like to make it clear that I do not in any way condone anyone taking this idea; even if they switch up the events or use different fandoms because that is still my idea! You can not just change the fandoms and say, "Oh, well, it's different." This was an idea I came up with on my own and I'm quite proud of it. Please do not dishonor my idea and hard work by copying me, okay? Thank you so much to those who read this and enjoy this and leave lovely votes and comments.

❝ you're beautiful, like a beautiful piece of pizza, yeah? ❞ "Nice to see you again, huh Drew?" "You can say that, I have nothing else better to do on a Friday night." "Well you bring pizzas to my house on Friday nights, is that a something?" "You can say that." Drew Bryant simply delivered pizzas every Friday night to a big idiot, she simply couldn't get enough of, really. ☯ RATED PG-13 ☯ ⚓ written by Antonice Lea ⚓ © COPYRIGHTED ANTONICE LEA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS MATERIAL CONTAINS FEDERAL COPYRIGHT. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE PRODUCED OR SUBMITTED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM UNTIL OTHERWISE PROVEN AND WRITTEN FORMALLY BY ANTONICE LEA. trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnApZl-RWMg&list=UUPOOYCwc52hEeBranadVK_g

Want to start a fan-fiction? Well you better fucking stop and read this and learn because I'm 5003% done with ridiculous ass fan-fics. **If you're offended sorry but these are pure opinions and are not meant to be taken seriously. So if you comment hate lol okay thanks.** P.S. WARNING: I wrote this when I was like 12 going onto 13 so.. sorry if I sound crazy.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."