Dove un'aspirante scrittore va in un bar a ubriacarsi e a guardare una ballerina. Che aspetti? Sarebbe meglio dire chi aspetto. Ah. E chi aspetti? La vita E allora non dovevo dire cosa? No. Perché la vita è una persona.

"I get that you don't like my type. But Ari...if there was one woman for me..it'll be you. I'll do anything."

'You're so lovely, but that's not enough.' // sequel to Hurricane // thank you to @alchemists for the cover.

The story of a seventeen year old girl named Juliet forced into motherhood at the age of fifteen when her mum couldn't bear the weight of her own mind, a six year old sister who loved dinosaurs more than people and a guy named Matty who liked Juliet more than he liked cocaine.

///SEQUEL TO WATER/// Love is a ridiculous, cruel thing. thank you to @artiepants for the amazing cover.

The problem with Matty, was that he could send shivers down people's spines with only a few words. Beatrice had known this from the beginning.

She stumbles into the heart of a certain band member she never knew existed. Feeling completely uneasy with her life and the way her thoughts take over her mind, he finds a way to steady her, but he's just as uneasy.

When Charlie the typical awkward 18 year old good girl who doesn't drink/smoke or do any form of drugs starts talking to matty the typical non awkward 24 year old bad boy who does most certainly drink/smoke and do drugs and just so happens to be the lead singer of a cool band, surprisingly sparks fly.

"Find me cause I'll never find you" Those were the words that brought them together, but was it all just a mistake.

"You're a good girl, do you know that?" He exhaled deeply with a disbelieving smile, pulling me to lie next to him. "Which is probably why I find you so hot. Those innocent eyes, fuck. I was done for. I always have been." "You don't mean that." I laughed, clambering beneath the sheets. "Ah, always so skeptical. But I mean it, your eyes are it for me. This magical emerald green that shines in the sunlight, and almost changes colour when you're talking about something you love. Like that fucking creative writing class you take with George. Your eyes, they shimmer and it's weird as shit but I love it. They remind me of the first day of spring, the sort of green that emerges from a really shit winter. The green that reminds you that everything is growing, and you're growing, and you're alive. That is what I love about your eyes." Matty half laughed to himself, climbing in after me. He cupped my cheek, stroking slightly with his thumb. "That and they look amazing when you're giving head." "Stop!" I laughed, batting him away. He pulled me in closer however, close enough so that my head was forced to rest on his chest and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. "It's true. Nothing like these old boring brown eyes of mine." "Boring? Nothing about you is boring." I whispered, tracing the lines of his chest tattoo. "How so?" -------- Avery Collins, an 18 year old university student, has her world turned upside down by the arrival of a boy with messy hair, chocolate eyes and a past full of dark secrets. Juggling a social life, her insane room mates, uni studies and work, will she be able to cope with this boy and the realisation that maybe, just maybe, he was more dangerous than he looked? [ONGOING BOOK] Proud to be part of the Wattpad Futures Programme. ---PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT--- Cover by @PGthequeen