sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

in which a suicidal girl and a lonely blonde boy communicate through more letters, blades, hugs, talks, kisses, nail polish and nail art. [sequel to nail polish] © -moonlits 2014

in which a suicidal girl who frequently changes nail colors exchanges notes with the lonely blonde boy from her biology class. © -moonlits 2014

everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

"what are you looking at?" "luke." "ali, theres no-one there." ◇ book 1 of the short series. ©loudluke

'Wanna be friends?' She bit her nail. 'Sure :).' 'So now we're like internet friends :)'

How I fell for you, In 48 hours. All rights reserved to CallMeDoll Copyright 2014 © (This idea is mine, if you have one similar im sorry, i was unaware) highest ranking #226 in short story

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"