"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.

Esta es una historia de una chica cula vida le a sido injusta. su padre la dejo a los 7 años con su madre. ella odia ver a su padre porque le recuerda esos momentos tan dolorosos que avia vivido con el. Pero eso la iso mas fuerte y tiene un sentido de el humor asombroso si pasarás tan solo un minuto con ella ya estuvieras atacado de la risa. después llega un cambio rotundo en su vida cuando su madre le dice que vivirán en España por su nuevo trabajo. Cuando el destino le pone a Giovani enfrente de ella las cosas cambian para ella aunque este chico la saque de quisio ambos sufren por la atracción entre ellos. Historia de amor,humor,drama,passion,celos, y pendejadas espera que la leeas.

He's destructive and He's rude He's possessive No Boyfriends, No guy friends He's a Player who likes to 'play' with me. He kisses me, touches me and Sexually harasses me in ways you CANNOT imagine. Giving Mixed signals is kinda his thing now But as he states 'I could NEVER be his girlfriend' He gets into trouble and expects me to get him out of it. Or get in it with him. He LITERALLY is the world's biggest Jackass And I have to live with it. Whether I like it or not. This son of a Bitch is my bestfriend. Follow Rosalie through her stressful journey as she tries to figure out the person she's known forever...her Best friend

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

Leah Preston was a normal 17 year old girl, until she wakes up and finds herself staring at her own lifeless body. She has no idea what happened to her or how she died, and the only person who can see her is her sworn enemy Jared. Neither of them have a choice, they must put their differences aside in order to find out what really happened to Leah and how she died, or better yet, who killed her, while at the same time fighting each other and the feelings they are beginning to develop. ©makeandoffer