flawless

we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

homeless // h.s au

in which a wealthy girl and a homeless boy fall miraculously in love.

Flirtline Bling ✔ {#1}

One accidental phone call between two teenagers, and they find themselves not being able to stop talking to each other. Could one wrong call, help them find the right one? {highest rank - #1 in short story as of 12th June, 2016} cover by - @crookednights

Insomniac | ✓

In which two insomniacs find connection through their unslept nights. All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns ] {Highest ranking: #18//Short story} Warning :: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack...

My Double Life

"-what’s your name?" My heart stopped. I shouldn't tell him my real name, because then he’ll want to know where I live and then what if he wants to meet up with me and take me into his white van?! I have to admit I'm scared, nervous, unsure. What about all those times you learned from your parents and teachers not to...

where we fell

❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning

Eye Drops (#2)

"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?" "Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for th...

Dear Library Girl

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried...

The Bad Boy vs. The Bad Girl

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jack...

dear harry [h.s]

in which a lonely girl writes letters to her runaway love in hopes of his return. Dear Harry © louminosity 2014-2015 --- Completed. xx