"i can't believe i just gave luke hemmings my diary." sex!!violence!!cursing!! halsey1994 | wattpad | 2015

❝―candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.❞ © lofangs [completed]

it was only supposed to be a joke. (cover by elle) [fanfiction #39]

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. ALL CREDITS GO TO HANNAH-H28 AKA THE MASTERMIND BEHIND THIS AMAZING STORY. I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE EASIER FOR PEOPLE TO READ IN WATTPAD SO I AM POSTING IT HERE. DO NOT CREDIT ME, I HAVE NO PART IN THIS STORY WHATSOEVER. ENOUGH SAID.

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)

And in a blink of an eye, it was all taken away from me. Never to be restored again. Let me ask you this, if you could go back and time and fix it all...would you?

Sam can't support her rebellious twin brothers who spend their time screaming , fighting with ketchup and playing Hide and seek in the kitchen. . They form a rich lonely family,their parents are always working.Many babysitters tried to succeed in that job but it was so impossible. They all gave up. One day , The right babysitter came . Sam called him 'The pervy rapist' When she saw him for the first time. Read to find out what will happen bet ween this mysterious babysitter and Sam.

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{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.