in which a boy is turned on by testosterone, and valentine's day is celebrated a #taygetsthegay one shot [special mention yay]

I love him. It's as simple as that. Three words. Three syllables. Eight Letters, two spaces and my whole heart. I would say it a million times if it would make him love me, I am in love with Daniel Reed, the Alpha of the Dusk Killers Pack. I am in love with his every curve, edge and mark. I fell in love with his smile, his laugh, and even his smirk. I may not be in love with him by choice since we are mates. But I would have loved him even if we weren't, and I actually think I did. My name is Evelyn Owens. Daughter of no one. Luna of no one. Lover of no one. Her name is Martha Hale. Daughter of two. Luna of the Dusk Killers Pack. Lover of Daniel Reed. All because he chose her.

The one where the seemingly bad boy falls for the apparent nerd - except it's a lot more complicated than that. - Copyright © 2013 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.

Chandler was never good at expressing his emotions. He smiled when it was called for, but that was it. There was no declaration of love to his girlfriend. He wasn't even sure he wanted a girlfriend. All it took for him to open up was a boy in England. Lukas. There was something about him that made the feelings inside of Chandler spill out like a broken dam. But suddenly the letters stopped. Chandler had stopped writing back, and Lukas wasn't able to get a hold of him. Where was he? Had Lukas said something wrong? Did he not like talking to him anymore? Lukas never gave up writing to him, and on a Sunday in December, he recieved five letters from the boy.

Maybe if Shane had told him, maybe if she did she would have been the girl in a white dress with white roses in her hands. Not her friend Holly, who had looked stunning in her dress. Maybe if Shane confessed, she would had been the girl in front of the altar with Red. Just maybe, that it would have made a difference. White Silk, White Roses, White Dress. Unedited. Grammatical Errors.

This collection tells of life, pain, suffering, and sometimes even happiness. I hope you will enjoy. Thanks to @wendythestoryteller , a super talented writer and artist, for making this brilliant cover! Highest rank: #3 IN VIGNETTE! Featured on @flashfic 's The BreakRoom reading list. Part of the Wattpad Block Party 2017. RtL was a Wattpad featured story. My piece, Breaking Up With Anne, was published in the anthology Conversations by Kingston University Press. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/KUPress/popular © Christine Bottas. All rights reserved 2015-2020.

A few days before the 25th, Farah Dailey decided to take a risk and anonymously deliever a Christmas gift to her long-time crush, Jamie Bright. Things don't go quite as planned when a sudden snow blizzard strikes and Farah blunders her way into a sweet shop - coincidentally owned by Jamie's family. Hm, but perhaps being trapped with your crush inside a sweet shop isn't all bad? [ N a N o W r i M o - 2 O 1 2 ]

A short story. Maggie McCarthy, or M&M, has always been in the background. Only has a few friends, but are great friends. Participates in creative writing club and photography club—nothing else. But she does have a secret crush. No other than Brody Mitchel. He’s the quiet, loner of their school. Rumors fly about his past times, but no one is gutsy enough to go up to him. So Maggie decides to write a list: ‘In My Eyes’. There she’ll write what she sees in Brody and what happens when Brody gets his hands on her letter? Will he figure out who M&M is? Cover made by: @trionet

I am a guy . And when I find a diary , I intend to read it. So when I found the diary which my best friend who happens to be a girl , keeps. I read it. And it changed my life forever.

For years, Ivy's family tradition had been spending Christmas Eve at Pomona Park. Mistletoes hadn't ever meant much to Ivy, that is until she meets a certain boy with a holiday charm to spice up her seasonal tradition. With a few ups and downs along the way she's stuck wondering, did those moments underneath the mistletoe mean anything to him? *Entry for xTheGirlNextDoor's Holiday Short Story contest 2012*