This is not a ‘boy saves the girl’ type of story. This is anything but that. No boy can save a girl like Ana Shaw. She is saveless. Ana Shaw has had a rough three years. After a traumatic experience when she was fifteen, she has been in and out of mental hospitals in hopes of trying to make her whole again. Now, after multiple suicide attempts and then a full year of recovery, Ana finds herself back in a patient facility, surrounded by other mentally unstable people. But really, what's wrong with wanting to die? After everything that she's been through, it's totally understandable that she wants to end her life. However, everybody around her is determined to keep her alive no matter what she wants. Will they succeed or will Ana slip through their fingers once and for all? With the help of a few people at the mental rehabilitation center that she is staying in, Ana fights to find reasons to live before it's too late.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION The Bro Code says to leave no bro behind... But what happens when you have to choose between love and friendship? ***** Nick Maguire would never betray his best friends, Carter and Austin, by breaking The Bro Code, and he knows they'd never do that either. They've got each other's backs. That is, until Carter's sister, Eliza, returns from Australia. Unfortunately, Eliza is basically incredible, and Nick almost immediately falls head over heels. The two begin to form an undeniable bond that crackles with electricity - and spells a whole lot of trouble. Nick is about to find out that codes are made to be broken. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

A story about a girl named Caroline and no this book doesn't have its pages messed up you gotta to read to understand it

Tara has been bullied all her life so now she is writing Emails to the one who hurt her the most. *Disclaimer* Not edited This story was written by 12-year-old me so sorrryyy

Dear victim, You're dead. Sincerely, your bully. ***** W A R N I N G: Going through major editing! #81 in short story [✔️]

"You have Leukemia. It's a type of cancer. With the right treatments, we might be able to rid your body of it. The success rate in children your age is around 76 percent. We did catch it pretty late though." The doctor said. I swallowed. I felt a tear slip down my face. Then rage filled me. I jumped up and hit the doctor in chest, not enough to hurt, just enough to get the feelings out. The tears were flowing freely now. I kicked the examination table and the other chairs in the room, I threw papers from the desk onto the floor, and finally I threw the door open and ran through the hallways, knowing my mother and the doctor were chasing after me. I turned a corner and ran into the lobby. A few people stared at me, and I ran outside, not caring where I was headed. I just had to escape this. But the harsh reality was that I couldn't escape it. I was dying.