Some things come unexpected.

❝our story isn't over, it's just forever unfinished.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans

Abby Clifford. That was now my name. I'd been adopted by 5 seconds of summer's guitarist, Michael Clifford. And I had a crush on his best friend.

Summer has always been the good girl. She gets good grades and never does anything wrong. Then her dad gets a new job in Australia and she thinks that this is the perfect time for a new start, especially after meeting Michael. How bad could it be?

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

He carries a gun, She carries make up, He breaks the law at night, She sleeps at night, He loves her, She loves him. What's keeping Zoe and Michael apart? If love as strong as theirs is true surely they shouldn't have it forbidden? © 2015, Ash (bxndtxbers), All rights reserved NOT EDITED !!!

"She won't ever give me a second chance guys, and we all know it. I fucked up, big time. And the price I had to pay? I lost my sister, my only sibling..." (Book 3 of my Secret Sister series or S.S)

Michael Clifford is the bad boy with tattoos, piercings, and purple dyed hair. Ashley Johnson is the good girl that falls for the good guys. Michael hasn't ever really cared for girls; only their sex. Ashley has never fallen in love before. Will they both benefit one another? Every bad boy needs a good girl, right?

>>Gerade wollte Mr. Miller die Stunde beginnen, als die Tür aufgestoßen wurde. „Ah, Mr. Clifford. Wie nett von Ihnen auch aufzutauchen", begrüßte er den Neuankömmling sichtlich genervt. Als sein Name in meinem Gehirn angekommen war, schoss mein Kopf hoch. Clifford? Wie in Michael Clifford? Der Junge trug schwarze skinny jeans, ein zerrissenes Band Shirt und seine Haare waren irgendeine Farbe zwischen Pink und Lila, in seiner Lippe prangte ein Ring und an seinen Armen konnte ich ein paar Tattoos ausmachen. Doch als ich ihn, während er auf meinen Tisch zulief, genauer betrachtete, sah ich in seine Augen. Die Augen, die früher mal so voller Wärme und Liebe gewesen waren, nun kalt und gefühllos. Trotzdem waren es dieselben Augen. Dessen war ich mir sicher. Vor mir stand kein anderer als mein bester Freund aus Kindertagen, Michael Gordon Clifford, und er hasste mich wie die Pest. << Abgeschlossen am 16.11.14

"You fixed me, Riley" Michael said, green eyes sparkling in the moonlight "I need this. I need you. Forget everyone else. Be mine tonight"