There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-
He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn'...
A trail of Post-It notes leading her to the golden boy of Providence Prep. A girl who seems to have no other motive than to ruin her life before they become family. And that sweet, dorky boy who suddenly seems like he belongs on the red carpet. Some things just aren't meant to be, are they? Sophomore year for Quinn...
Love isn't always enough. --- "Ahhh this is one of the greatest books I've ever read." - @hatersarelovers "I loved this book so so so SO much! I enjoyed how real it was and all the quirks. I loved this book and although I cried way too many times, it will be one of my forever favorites." - @Xx_Lilac_Kumos_xX "Loved ev...
Now Featured! Drake sees glows around people. Pulsing, beating glows. They come like his classmates' shoes or leftover cafeteria food - with different colors, sizes, and smells - but they have one thing in common: Drake can take them away. And once he does, the people go weird. It's difficult to control himself; Drak...
