'I'm not an average fan girl, Calum.' © beautyflames 2015

God, I hate him so much. He is the definition of asshole. "Ketchup and mustard?" My mother calls to us. "No mustard." we say in unison

"Peanut butter and jelly, with extra peanut butter, please." Holy shit marry me dude.

"Well that's the last jar" "Yeah, I know. " I say reaching for it "What if I want it?" he asks playfully No way in hell is this boy getting the last jar of nutella. (MICHAEL CLIFFORD SHORT STORY) (BOOK 1 IN THE FOOD SERIES)

It's not their fault if they can't help it. [ASYLUM SERIES - BOOK ONE]

(please note that this story has been rewritten and can be found under the name JUST FALL on my profile) 35 girls. 2 princes. The opportunity of a lifetime. Cassiana Lowes is an Eight, living on the streets of Kent. She and her mother live off of lies--after all, the only way for them to survive is to pose as Fives and Sixes to get any type of money, and even then it usually isn't enough. When Cassiana enters the Selection, it's solely because she knows that she and her mother need the money. She doesn't do it for anything else, and most definitely not in hopes of falling in love. But the one thing that she hadn't planned on happened--she fell in love with both of the princes, and they fell in love with her, too. One headstrong and cynical prince, one tragic death, one new friendship, one potential love that never will go beyond the competition, and one Selection. Will Cassiana choose Mason, Alexander, or her life back home?

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

he sent her funny texts, she sent him laughing emojis. [highest ranking: #149 short story]