Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Everyone tweets the boys 'I love you' and 'You're my inspiration' but when Audrey tells Niall she's going to serenade him, that caught his eye. What intrigued him even more was when she posted the link to the YouTube video.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

"Stacie! STACIE! Wait!" He called after me. I could already feel new tears threatening to spill through my eyes. I stopped running and could now feel his presence behind me. Then this massive wave of anger came over me. That's when I spun around and slapped him across his left cheek. "You promised." I said through my teeth. Then I turned back around and started running.

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

DISCLAIMER: I am not the original writer if this story. All credit goes to Hannah. The original writer, please do not think I am stealing her work when I am not. She does not have wattpad so I just post it in here from her tumblr for people to read it. One again. ALL credit is given to Hannah.

18 year old Sutton Caverly has been training since she could walk to become a professsional figure skater. Following in her mother's footsteps of having her time at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Russia is all Sutton has ever wanted to do. She can't remember a time when her feet weren't blistering from breaking in new skates as her feet grew. She's always on the ice. That is until a rude boy with a bad reputation and a twisted background walks in the door of her skating rink.