„Bist du Lebensmüde?" - „Nein ich leben für das Abenteuer." Sie lächelte mich an und sprang dann.

⁑⁑⁑ EDITING AS OF MARCH 2019 ⁑⁑⁑ [Winner in the 2012 Watty Awards for Undiscovered Gems]: ★ Read at your own risk. There are major grammar issues, plot holes and probably some really annoying stuff in this book. If you want to read a story written when I was 12, then please proceed. Major editing in process. ★ Eighteen year old Victoria Green has been spending her life trying to mend everyone else's broken pieces back together - but what happens when they begin not to fit? A cheating , absent father with a much younger mistress, a distraught mother who cannot possibly take care of her emotionally damaged self and an unfamiliar new city is more than broken, it's a freaking disaster. A spur-of-the moment decision to pack up and move halfway across England to the small, quaint town of Doncaster in seek of a new life does nothing to piece back together the broken Green household. In an attempt to escape the Hell of her reality, Victoria begins to live vicariously through the older instant messaging website AIM. I mean, no one goes on that thing anymore, right? Wrong. When she meets someone under the name Singingforlife24, she begins to develop dangerous and unsolicited feelings for the person behind the strange, yet soothing username. Conversations that lasted a few short messages turns into an everyday occurrence and before she knows it, Victoria is falling hard for the stranger behind the username. Meeting the town's a**hole wasn't in her plans - nothing was. But as they always say - there's a thin line between love and hatred (of a jerk, that is). He Wasn't a Jerk Series (MUST be read in order): #1: He Wasn't a Jerk Online #2: He Wasn't a Jerk Before #3: He Wasn't a Jerk After All #4: He Wasn't a Jerk In The End

the water from her eyes streaked down her face, almost like a waterfall, equally beautiful as well. cover made by kit kat aka @sweaterlou © reliefs

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

❝There's only a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on that line.❞ *Discontinued

"give me one good reason to stop." "i love you." / She loved him more, therefore gave him the power to plant bruises on her skin and indent scarring in her mind. (I AM IN NO WAY APPROVING NOR ENCOURAGING ABUSIVE REALTIONSHIPS) © 2013 by wreckedkids All rights reserved. lovely cover made by; dextermoser ! playlist at http://8tracks.com/wreckedkids/addict trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-vbGNQvd8M&feature=youtu.be and also linked on 0.75

"Look Harmony! I'm on top of the world!" His voice bellowed throughout the hushed parking lot. "No, Louis. You're on top of a car." I sniggered at the look of defeat on his face. "Come on Harmony, just pretend." The way he leaned forward and whispered to me made me think of my brother Ben before he left our Neverland for his grown up life. Louis reached his hand out for me to take and I eagerly grasped it, allowing him to pull me up onto the hood beside him. After I had balanced myself, I looked over to Louis. He was staring up at the sky. Staring at the brilliantly lit stars, all of his attention going to those stars. I took this moment to look at him. His blue eyes were captivated by the stars, handsome chiseled features, thin lips slightly parted so that each breath would allow white puffs of steam to fill the air. Louis was honestly really handsome and no matter how long we would have stayed there, I don't think I could have looked away. Blue eyes flicked to mine, forgetting the stars, and studied my face. After some time, Louis huffed out a breathe and turned back to the sky. "Why are you so childish, Harmony?" He questioned me. The question surprised me. "Why are you so childish, Louis?" I countered. He chuckled and turned to me one last time. "Because there's no fun in being grown up." His blue eyes held a sense of honesty that may be beyond me. I gave him a sad smile. "To never grow up." I sighed out and started to get off the hood of the car, going the direction the others went. But before I was completely gone, I heard Louis shout out into the night sky. "To never grow up!"

"Darling, this is Paris. If you don't find love here, you won't find love anywhere."

He was always there, flickering in the corner of her eye, he was always heard, his whisper captivating her mind. Annie has a ghost haunting her, and he's trapped, trapped within her.