Summer Jacobs knew full well about her town’s tradition. Every year at the end of the summer, a party would be held on school grounds without the knowledge of the parents or the teachers. It had been happening since before Summer was born and never once was anyone the wiser. This year however, everyone was going to find out. Summer had planned a weekend of alcohol, bad decisions and horrendous photo’s which she would later un-tag herself from on Facebook. A whole weekend with her friends at the biggest party of the year, without any worries or parents telling her what to do. So how she ended up trapped in the school with a deranged psycho killing her classmates off one by one, she will never know. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she was trapped on her own. She would have been happier to face the lunatic solo rather than be trapped with a guy who kept using the life or death situation to make passes at her. His theory was being so close to death should definitely loosen her up, and by ‘loosen up’ he definitely meant ‘get naked.’ Along with his friends who between them had the IQ of a baby tree stump, an outcast who probably still had Spiderman bed sheets and the cheerleaders who were more worried about all the blood staining their new white jeans, they had to somehow make it out of there alive. And to think, Summer’s biggest worry that weekend was waking up with a brutal hangover… ©makeandoffer

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WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

[BOOK ONE] [EDITING] ❝I might only have one match.❞ Ellie Argent's life had gone from happy and easy to a major shit-storm in about two seconds. One moment she was a normal girl living New York, procrastinating from schoolwork and watching an unacceptable amount of Netflix, the next both of her parents were dead. Maybe Scott McCall will help her breathe again, even as her family skeletons threaten to expose his darkest secrets. [EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE] [SEASON ONE] [SCOTT MCCALL/OC] [Part One of the Argent Trilogy] [Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. I only own Ellie and her original plot lines. All rights go to the producers of Teen Wolf. This is made purely for my own enjoyment and is entirely non-profit.]

Plz don't judge I wrote this when I was 14 hahaha. Unfortunately I did not finish or make it to 1000 things.... Are you bored? You've come to the right place! Updates are erratic there is no schedule #225 in random YEET

He extends his hand and I'd be lying if I said I only hesitated a bit to shake it. When I finally did, my hand was enveloped by his, except it wasn't warm and inviting, instead cold and rough. It sent a shiver down my spine. "Name's Demetri," he smirked, his almost black eyes glistened, "But you can call me Death."

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science. For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The embodiment of 'tears of joy,' that laughs to keep from crying, not many people understand her struggle. Mostly because she barely understands it herself, but she's making it...barely. All she wants to do is make something out of herself, and she's willing to work for it. Kwame Okari has been raised to be perfect. His parents' strict expectations at son leave no room for friendships, which they regard as frivolous. Their only concern is for him to be Ivy League, and he cannot afford to disappoint. He is a boy on a mission, with a clear objective: be first. And there's only one person standing in his way-Wylan. As the two develop a better understanding of each other, competing agendas complicate their relationship forcing them to decide which is more important: attraction or ambition, satisfaction or success, friendship or fruition, and lead them to wonder if one has to be mitigated for the other.

His eyes shifted to the broken poll that lay forgotten on the ground, barely a foot away from my unchained hand. Before he could take another step I grabbed the poll and held it in front of me "stay the fuck away from me." I snarled ready to break his goddamn face if I had to. He put his hands up in mock surrender. "What do you plan on doing with that Roza have you forgotten that you are still chained to that bed or maybe you like being chained to the bed hm?" His eyes darkened impossibly more at that last thought. "Fuck off you perverted brute." He took a step towards me taunting me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Another step. Too close. I took a swing aiming for his legs hoping to knock him flat on his back. With movements that seemed to quick to be possible he snatched the pole from my hand mid strike. A victorious grin plastered on his face. My heart stopped. He took another step closer and grabbed my chin angling it towards his face. "What now love?" ******* Rosalie Sanders is 19 year old werewolf, but most importantly she is a twin. Her brother Chase has been put in the most feared prison around the world, Gransmorth Prison. A place where only the worst of the worst go. In a twisted turn of events Rosalie finds herself trapped in the prison and having to fight tooth and claw to to escape it's metal bars and the cruel and devastatingly handsome inmates inside it.

"Wake up and smell the roses," She told herself one morning. As if nothing would ever go wrong. Padding barefoot down the stairs and slowly outside, did she ever realize how wrong she was to do this... especially when what lay by the roses.. a black feather, and a note not far from it. "Remember, he's always behind you." -D She felt the breath freeze in her throat. She knew who's writing it was... and he wasn't some fairy tale character. ***** Life could've been simple for Kori. But everything was far from simple. Learning you've met the infamous Death atleast once from an NDE when you were twelve, and to think you'd left Death behind. Or so she thought. When Kori discovers something else, someone else, who may be far more sinister than the Soul Reaper himself she decides how she must live. Because whatever follows her, wants her and her alone. **Cover By @TheUnbrxken** **COPYRIGHT 2015©** **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED**