A short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.

A girl stands on top of the Eiffel Tower, ready to jump, when a mysterious man stops her. A short, three part story about the events that unfold.

Casual sex is harder than it seems. In order to keep it safe, both emotionally and physically, Jake comes up with a set of rules.

Because everything was bittersweet and strawberry flavoured.

It's like she was screaming for help but no one would help her. Like she was trying to save herself from her own wicked mind. She was fighting against herself. Her words would fade, her tears would fall, and her wrist would be cut. Each cut resembling a problem of hers. And all her problem's some how revolved around Andy Mcqueen. He made her feel ashamed, low-leveled, psychotic, and suicidal. And when Carolyn killed herself, Andy wanted nothing more than to have her back. ›› full summary inside ›› completed

"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."

They weren't supposed to kiss. But they did.

I'm not usually the type to make a rash decision. I'm the one that usually sits back and laughs my head off at the stupidity of today's generation. I'm the one that pulls her phone out when I see someone make a complete and utter fool of themselves in hopes of blackmailing them in the future. It's not necessarily nice, but it always works to my advantage. I never bothered caring how the others must have felt because I was not the one acting like an idiot. I never in a million years imagined I would be stuck in such a sticky situation. But quite frankly, I was just having such a bad day. All I wanted was a simple nap. Is that so much to ask for? A simple nap to cure one's rage after dealing with BS all day. No right? So please tell me how I ended up being hijacked by one of the most exquisite, attractive boys out there. ***** "You can let me out of this beat up piece of Poo," I state, frustrated beyond what is normal. "Where's the fun in that darling?" he taunts, sending a wink in my direction. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I rage, ready to pounce on this kid. "Nope," he pops, "Consider yourself hijacked." |Cover @kronus-| Copyright © 2014 by Pulidom. All rights reserved.

[A Featured Wattpad Story // highest ranking: #8] He fell for her too soon. She fell for him too late. - Whereas you will only find their love through words only, for actions aren't told.

Elle Grayson's guilty pleasure is reading cheesy romance novels. Always has been, always will be. Maybe that's why she's never had a boyfriend - no guy can live up to her expectations of the guys in romance novels. She doesn't think there is one guy that can prove to be even half as decent as guys in books. But when there's somebody set on doing exactly that, things just might start to change. Romance #110 Short Story #23 - May 28, 2014