‣ Book Two in the 'Play' trilogy. in which a girl's life pauses after her best friend's death. [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] {Highest ranking: #81//shortstory} All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez Warning :: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at ris...
‣ Book One in the 'Play' trilogy. in which a boy has less than twelve hours till he's gone, and replays his life. All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez | #iGotCancer | [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] {Highest Ranking: #78//short story} Warning :: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattp...
"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia." "What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's jus...
❝Hello there, this is Teen Confessions Helpline, what's the problem? Feel free to confess anything you like and we'll be there to help you every step of the way!❞ ❝I know this is heavy but I've been feeling like I kind of...want to kill myself.❞ When Damien Carson, a depressed lonely teenager, call...
❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and...
a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」
❝A book for comebacks.❞ WARNING// If easily offended please do not read this book as you might be upset by some of the content.
-- ❝Because in the end, she is pure, cherry cyanide in a tube, and he is only the boy who talked to her on a dusty sidewalk, who comforted her once on an autumn's evening, who couldn't tell her what he truly felt in time.❞ A not-quite-love story in a meandering sort of way.
