"Who are you?" I asked "My name is Hayes." He said "Well, Hayes, why am I here?" "Because you've seen too much." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Published May 2015 Completed November 2015 •COMPLETED• (BWWM) (Not accepting translations) ©DrizzyHayes_

"I'm not good for you." "But look at how far we've come."

Blue eyes, 1 camping trip, the moon and the stars. I found a book called '1000 places to go to before you died', but it forgot to mention the one place I want to be most, gathered in your arms under a star stricken sky. WARNING: I wrote this book a while back and still cringe whenever I look back on it. If you can't handle a few errors in the plot or any other mistakes, I suggest you don't read it.

17 year old female named "honey" is the definition of invisible. She always chose the easy way of life, or at least, tried to. She was a caterpillar that was afraid to turn into a butterfly. But what happens when the neighborhood bad boy, Hayes Grier, shows up at her house and asks her to tag Along? The skin tatted, winning smirk, mischievous ways and cigar scented bad boy meets the self cautious, invisible, lost and confused girl who feels as if she's unstable to do anything, Especially "fly". But what happens when you have to accept some things and be taught a few lessons, before you can learn how to "fly" © copyright 2015. This book is 100% my work. Any other forms of plagiarism will be asked to be taken down immediately

UNEDITED. After a terrible accident, Katya has to move to her dads house. Once at her new school, she meets the one and only "Hayes Grier". Will they get along? Will they have a relationship? Find out.

Go back to the place where it all began, and learn what it's like to fall in love again. Tell me how I created hurricanes in your heart, tell me how when the waves collapsed on the shores of your lungs you couldn't breathe. Tell me how much you love me. So I can learn to love you again. A SEQUEL TO: Hayes Grier fanfic: beneath the stars

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.