I was named after the little mermaid, thought to be strong and brave. A name worthy of a princess, my mum used to say. But I didn't trade my voice for the handsome prince; I just never had it. I've always been the shy youngest sister, too afraid to raise her voice and make herself heard. I don't have the tail and I don't have the personality. I can sing, but no one ever hears me. I guess I only I have the red hair although it's not even naturally red. So how can I be part of his world when I can't even tell him my name? I better never meet the handsome prince, it'd be doomed to fail. So no, I'm not like the little mermaid, I'm just little shy Ariel. -:-:-:- BOOK #2 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Daisy, it symbolises "Innocence, loyal love, simplicity."

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

It's one of the hardest things you can do, getting over your first, true love. Especially if there was never really any good-bye. Just no calls and a new-found fame and girlfriend, just like that. That's what Ivy Lane is carrying in her broken heart, when she gets an email from a famous magazine company asking for answers about her ex boyfriend, the famous Zayn Malik. And when she decides to give them - all of them, nothing but the bloody, painful truth - and a old memory gets remembered and shared with the world, will she get sucked back into the drama of her first love and his golden eyes again?

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

[DISCONTINUED] ‘Visionary test subject No. 749- Louis William Tomlinson, born December 24, 2021. May 17, 2043 Louis Tomlinson was put under Visionary exactly two months and fourteen days ago. He has been awake since then for exactly a month today. Amazingly, his test has been the biggest success and failure of them all. He successfully created his ideal world and recreated his life, also living four years of it in the month and a half that he used Visionary. There only seems to be one major side effect that still lingers: Even though he’s been long woken up, he still can’t remember his real life. He’s still convinced he’s part of an internationally famous boy band by the name of One Direction.’ Copyright © 2013, TheCrazySide on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Nine years ago, Juliette Wright watched her mother murdered in front of her eyes, and her father blamed for it. She had to move to America with her aunt, which was a big change from living in a small mining town in England. She blames herself for her mother's death, because she didn't do anything, just hid upstairs. The only ways she stays sane, is by working on her Plymouth Roadrunner her and her father had been restoring together, and music. She listens to a wide variety of genres, but she is a hardcore Directioner, but doesn't let anyone know. Will she take the opportunity when it's given to her, or will she be too afraid to do something, like she has in the past?

- because this moment simply is -

A fangirl. A celebrity. A social media site. And a stack of cheesy pick-up lines. Who knew that these little things could change life as Victoria Winchester knew it? Never underestimate the power of cheesy pick-up lines. Or food. Or twitter. Don't even underestimate the power of the words you use. Because that's where it all starts.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

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