"You're an alien, are you serious?" "No, you stupid shit. I'm a person." In which a handwriting answered Luke's random question. WARNING: This story is not edited yet, so please read at your own risk. × cover's illustration credit to the illustrator × ⓒ chocolatexcakes 2015. All rights reserved.
"What the Princess wants, the Princess gets." ☻ ☹ When neighbour Ashton's raucous drumming wakes Luke up at 2am, he stomps next door to shut him up. But those hazel eyes begin to infatuate him and he starts to sneak next door at 2am for other things.
He had fallen in love with the boy at the bottom of the fire escape, but little did he know their perfect reality was soon to be torn apart. [part of the Modern Fairytales collection]
"i fucking hate you, irwin" "sorry, hemmings? i couldn't hear you there, my dick was in your mouth" in which luke and ashton hates each other with a passion and are forced to be roommates through a whole summer filled with hate that somehow takes a sexual turn (for a better introduction i advise you to read the prolo...
｢ chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon ｣ - christopher poindexter in which ashton is a cold blooded murderer and reckless criminal in a gang, and luke is an innocent and compassionate boy who can't help but fall in love
' do you need the money? ' ' yes. ' ' yes what? ' ' yes, daddy. ' highest ranking ; 1 in lashton / © teenagehemmings | wattpad 2015 | ongoing WAS PUBLISHED IN 2015, DON'T JUDGE MY CURRENT WORKS OFF MY OLDER WORKS.
"sweetheart your skirts too short" "good because so is your penis" where ashton claims to dislike luke yet in the end he's always wearing his varsity jacket
Being accepted into one of the best private colleges in the United States on a full scholarship was supposed to be one of the best things that's ever happened to a person, right? Wrong. Ella Parker. One of the most successful law students in the world, has been offered this opportunity. With no family, barely any inc...
Luke Hemmings had been neighbors with Michael Clifford for as long as he could remember. Playing outside in the warm California air, having late night conversations through their windows that were right across from one another. It was everything a child could want at the age of 11. Michael had been traveling the coun...
3:00am; the hour of the devil. michael clifford, the devil himself. | Copyright © mgcthood, All rights reserved 2014