"You'll do anything will you?" Keeley smirks, a mischievous glint lighting up her brown eyes. "I dare you, Jade Elsie Brooke, to break into Trystan Woods house and steal a pair of his boxers without him finding out." Jade Brooke was the dare devil who had never turned down a dare, no matter how bad it was. So when a simple game of truth of dare ends up flipping her life upside down in the form of a dare, she has no one to blame but herself. Trystan Woods was the boy out of reach for most, who stood at the top of the high school food chain. Everyone loves him, and he was the football team captain. Jade had never interacted with him, until the day she was dared to break into his house and steal his underwear. The only flaw in the plan? When he catches her in his room holding his boxers. || Humour #1 || // this story is in major need of editing and sucks quite badly so read at your own risk you have been warned \\

She opens her eyes and looks up to a hopelessly boring white room, surrounded by doctors wearing pastel colored scrubs. After realizing she can't conjure up any memories from before her awakening, a nameless girl goes on a mindful journey to discover who she is - or rather was - and what she has the possibility of being. For when a quest to find yourself becomes an unbelievable journey. © 2015 sarcasticantics (Ava Mannion) #10 in Spiritual 11/21/16

Sometimes, guys tease you because they like you; and sometimes, they're just jerks. And in Gracelyn's case, Phoenix is just a jerk. Or at least, she thinks he is. Cover by Wattpad user @escapists

She finds a phone on the sidewalk. There is no trace of someone ever owning it, except one single contact, 'Unknown'. When she texts the number someone replies.

❝ello love❞ ❝how did you know british accents are my favorite?❞ ❝love, i know everything❞ ❝you even know how to charm the pants off a girl❞ ❝are you saying your pants are off?❞ in which a boy steals a girl's heart through text messages. ________________________________ sequel to stolen number highest ranking: #seventeen in short story lowercase intended

This is a secret, okay? You and me? I'm the one in charge. I'm the one who's supposed to pull the puppet strings. Not her. How did she took charge? She was supposed to be imaginary. I didn't ask for an imaginary friend to enter my mind. Yes, I do invite her to my tea parties sometimes but I do not invite her to my mind. I locked that door. but she manages to welcome herself in. And I hate it when she takes over. No one is supposed to know about this. Oh no, Am I making another imaginary friend. I need to stop now before I become a whole different person but here's the thing. Her name is Lucy and I'm Audrey. I'm Audrey, always remember that. Audrey Hofer. That's me. That's my name.

"For a broken heart, the limit for revenge . . . does not exist." __________________________ What happens when you get caught breaking garden gnomes and throwing eggs at your sister's ex-boyfriend's house? In Helen's case, she gets stuck with Nolan Milesblue, the revenge-driven high school outsider who wants to destroy every couple he sees. He won't hand the photos of her vandalizing property over to her until she helps break up seven couples in the community. Helen is blackmailed into sabotaging happy relationships, and forced to face wrath of angry boyfriends (& girlfriends), pies to face, blows to ego, punishment from Kay Pal, etc. All because these are not just any couples. It's all the girls that Nolan ever dated.

Lane has a list of everything she loves most hanging over her bed, and it goes a little like this: "1. My dad 2. Boxing 3. Feminism" If Lane wants to stick to what she loves, she may just have to fight, well, like a girl for it- because girls fight pretty damn well. INSPIRED BY #LIKEAGIRL #47 in ChickLit #221 in Short Story

"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?" "Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for that blurry eyesight of yours to be treated by a guy your own age." "My own... oh no." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #4 (03/04/16) Wattpad Featured Story (July 2017) © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.