Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

❝i'm bananas for you.❞ ❝let's never split?❞ or ; in which two people communicate via cheesy pick up lines and wrinkled notes © idea by lukeguitars, written by moi [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own 5 seconds of summer, although i do wish i owned michael clifford ; also , i do not own the cover art - credit to whoever drew it )

Elle Grayson's guilty pleasure is reading cheesy romance novels. Always has been, always will be. Maybe that's why she's never had a boyfriend - no guy can live up to her expectations of the guys in romance novels. She doesn't think there is one guy that can prove to be even half as decent as guys in books. But when there's somebody set on doing exactly that, things just might start to change. Romance #110 Short Story #23 - May 28, 2014

When Darcy Evers rescues Miles Callaghan, she doesn't expect anything in return. But then Miles falls head over heels in love with her; debunking every theory she's ever had about boys and how quickly they fall in love. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014 by Noelle N.

Of one thing she was sure: it can't be normal to get addicted to a voice, no matter how charming it is. It all started because of a small mistake. Something so trivial, it could happen to anyone. Could it be that there are no coincidences? *Awesome new cover made by the lovely @thelessthanthreegirl. Thank you so much! I love it :D*

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}

#3 in Falling For A Womaniser Series. The book does not have to be read in order, but it may contain some spoilers for the other books. *** Miranda (Mel) Barone had always been a sucker for bad boys. It was until she met a Slade Kolosov who had rescued her, that she found a new definition of the term 'bad boy'. Recently moving into Chicago, Mel's world is turned upside down by the Russian Mobster. Ruling the Russian Mob in Chicago, everything is right in the world for Slade Kolosov. That is until a certain strawberry blonde took over his mind and thoughts. After rescuing her from a robbery, Slade is intrigued and drawn to her. Throw in rival gangs who are willing to do anything to take over the Underground word in Chicago, Mel's older brother who is the leader of the Italian Mafia, things would certainly get interesting. Could he convince her that loving a criminal isn't wrong and messed up as it seems? *** I bit lightly on my lower lip and approached slowly, "What are you doing?" "You didn't say if you preferred Miranda, Mel or Pepper." My jaw worked for a few moments before I finally replied, "Mel. I prefer Mel. How do you know that's my name or my car?" Slade remained silent before he responded, "I was waiting for you, Mel." My nickname rolled off his tongue sensually and I shivered involuntarily. I frowned at my reaction before pushing my hair back behind ear, "Seriously Slade. What do you want from me? Why can't you leave me be?" Slade got off my car and strode towards me before smirking down at me, "You got my attention sweetheart. I'm never going away." (CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, SOME VIOLENCE, AND A LITTLE SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) Highest Ranking: #9 Romance 29/11/15 (one day, I'll edit this whole story!!)

"Hello!" Quickly, I nodded my head in response. "I'm Shane. What's your name?" He asked, looking at me expectantly. I turned to walk away but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Aren't you going to tell me?" For as long as anyone could remember, Taylor Lewis, has not uttered a word to anyone. Being homeschooled most of her life didn't help either. Fed up, her parents enrolled her at Lakeside High. Starting her senior year at a public school was horrifying to say the least. Frightened, Taylor tries to lay low and out of sight. All was well until the day she crashes in to Shane Grayson. Shane was your typical jock, captain of the soccer team and popular. Intrigued by Taylor's silence, he stops at nothing to figure out why she can't talk. Will Taylor be able to resist him? Or will she finally be able to speak?

the boy leaned over and handed her the the striped sweater he had been wearing. she smiled as she pulled it on. "i love you, beautiful." he said. the girl only shook her head, now wanting the heavy wool to be as far away as possible. "no you dont. why would you say that?" "cause it's too cold for you here and now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater." ♥ one time the boy told her he loved her. and that she was beautiful. but he had lied. if she was truly beautiful, then he would have stayed because their love was too strong. “i guess it wasn't.” she said out loud. she said it outloud because alice thought things sounded better that way. thats what he had told her anyways.