Leah's just a girl like another: hanging out with friends, experiencing love, having family fights and love... But what happens when her perfect world isn't that perfect anymore? And what about this teacher that always tries to help...?

For this one I got inspiration from a song called "Dear No One" by the lovely Tori Kelly (She is freaking ahmazing). Now on with the summary: Wren (pronounced Ren) Michaelson is not the type to just spew her feelings on anyone she comes in contact with. She is used to just bottling them up until she just can't take it any more. And lately the feeling of loneliness has been eating at her. With so many couples being around her and her being the only one that is single she can't help it. So she spills her feelings on to a random sheet of paper in her notebook. Being her forgetful self she leaves it behind. When Wren finds the notebook again what she doesn't except is to see that someone wrote back. Even weirder Wren can't help but to reply. She realizes that she may not be as lonely as she thought. Her life gets a little complicated.Cover by: @SammyWammyLlamma

Ashley O'Daire was just a Junior in high school waiting to get out of her hometown. Everywhere she looked was another reason to leave. But for a couple months now she's had strange dreams. She wakes up only remembering one thing, those striking green eyes. Ignoring the dreams, she continues on with her life, repeating the same day again and again. Until she walks into her art class. The girl with the green eyes. The girl who's been in her dreams for months.

ⓒⓤⓡⓛⓢ She didn't know who she really was until she met her. The girl with blonde curls and a blinding smile who lit up the world with the twinkle in her eyes. First love hurts like a bitch, especially when you fall in love with someone you're not supposed to. A story of coming out, finding oneself, love, heartbreak, and healing. {Poetry #57 / Short Story #77} {Poetry #43 / Short Story #71} {Poetry #33 / Short Story #60} 3/9/14

Book 1 of "Bloodlust" series. "I'm going to give you one chance to answer me. Where is she?" She asked, looking into my eyes. I looked back at her, terrified. "I swear that I don't know what you're talking about!" I answered, starting to shiver. She smiled wickedly. "You know, the only reason I sent my brother away was because I wanted to interrogate you myself. Whatever he would have done to you doesn't even begin to compare with what I'm going to do to you if you don't answer me. So... One more time. Where. Is. She?" She said, in a condescending tone, as if she was explaining something to a child. "Look, if you want to kill me go ahead. I don't know anything." I said, looking into her eyes and faking the confidence that I definitely didn't have. She looked at me, cocking her head to the side, and for a few seconds I though she wouldn't to anything. My relief didn't last though as she laughed coldly and looked at me with a half smile. Her laughter was beautiful, even though it sent shivers down my spine. It was the same with her eyes and smile. All of which showed me that she wasn't kidding. "Where did you get the necklace?" She asked. I froze, was that what that was all about? I didn't know! "I told you before, my dad left it to me, I swear." I said truthfully. She looked at me for a few seconds, thinking. I couldn't shake the feeling that everything about her was cold. "Well, even if you don't know anything, she'll come for you. And I will have the answers I want." She said with indifference before adding huskily in my ear. "And... I think we can have some fun together while you stay. Don't you agree?" She said as she laughed again and gave me her signature smile. Everything about her showed me that she wanted to hurt me and even more. She wanted me, in every way possible. Rated M(Mature content): Contains triggering content, read at your own risk.

When PerkyGrrl and Blueyez met online, it wasn't long before they developed a digital bond. So, why is it when Sonny and Jack interact in real time, the word 'bond' could not be used to describe their relationship? ***Inspired by one of my favorite movies You've Got Mail

(Teacherxstudent) It might have been the way her hand moved effortlessly across the canvas with every stroke she made, or the way her eyes would shine when speaking about her passion that she adored so much, or maybe it was her smile that seemed to captivate me every time. She was perfect in her own way, and I wish I could tell her how much happiness she brings into my life by being present. How all my worries and fears seem to drown away when she's near, or how a simple "hello" makes my day. The only thing stopping me from getting close to her is that diamond ring on her left hand, and how terrible of a person I feel every time I think about her in ways I'm not suppose to, and the fact that I couldn't bring her into my fucked up life. Oh, and because she's my art teacher. Mrs. Shuler, if only you knew how much I adore you.

Jesse would rather spend all her time in her dreamworld with her dream girlfriend, Sidney. Yet she has to wake up every day, realizing her life's very different. But what happens when those two lives suddenly cross paths?

[Completed] "I swear I'm not into you, but can you pretend to be my girlfriend every Monday?" Because meeting at a coffee shop isn't cliché and fake dating usually leads to feelings and Monday mornings don't have to be the worst. The Monday Morning Theory: another essentially plotless compilation of conversations and text messages between two girls who just want to get through life amidst creeping exes, college, and a love-hate relationship. (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)

"She" book series book 1. Ruby Gold had it all. The most handsome quarterback boyfriend, best grades, rich family, her own cheer team, the looks and the personality. Eden Harper is the new girl. She is the definition of bad, not to mention, it isn't hard to figure out her sexuality. What happens once the popular girl, the new bad girl and a stereotypical town all come together? Is Ruby even happy? Is Eden even bad? A story far from traditional.