When former beauty pageant queen, Ellie Wilde, hears of her grandmother's sickness, she's the first to offer to drive her to her chemotherapy. What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.

read when you need a little picker-upper.

the thing about writing love letters to dead boyfriends is that they never seem to write back

❝HELP HELP HELLLP!❞ ❝Hello, this is the Fine Apple market, and no, we are not an Apple knockoff store; how may I help you?❞ ❝Well, someone just stole my phone.❞ ❝Sorry, what?❞ ❝You asked how you could help me.❞ ❝...Oh.❞ ◽︎◾︎◽︎ in which a jittery workaholic who realizes she needs help and an antisocial beach bum who doesn't realize he needs help both find help. short story #22 copyright © 2016 by rosecoloredsoul. all rights reserved. cover by @robinwithouthoodie

Michael lalu mengotak-atik ponsel Luke, seperti ingin memberi tahu ku sesuatu. "The producer from a famous record corporation in our hometown," katanya sambil terus memainkan handphone Luke, membuka youtube, "he commented on our video". Michael memandangku dengan pasti dan ia terus tidak bisa menyembunyikan senyum kesenangannya. "And?"

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week? [Book #1 of The Soulmate Series] © felicitate | 2015

yasmin... the sweet and innocent girl from middle school that had a crush on him, at least thats what andhika remembers. Andhika is just a normal highschool boy living his normal life in averton high, until he meets again with the girl who had a crush on him, but she's different now. she's gone from innocent to teenage rebel. Andhika starts gaining interest in finding out her history, as he faces drama and blood that lies ahead.

Matches: Why We Burned Out // SHORT STORY (20 CHAPTERS) // QUICK UPDATES He lights another match and waits for it to burn down a little. "This is the perfect match. It's doing great, right? Burning and stuff. It's wonderful. But even the perfect match," he waits for the fire to consume the wood completely and disappear into ashes, "has to burn out. I think that works with people too. There's always going to be one day where things just stop functioning, and there's nothing we can do about it. And it's nobody's fault but time's. We were the perfect match. We didn't have the perfect timing." WARNING: THIS IS A VERY SAD STORY. LIKE, INSANELY SAD.

Luke Hemmings fanfiction. ** Copyright© 2015 by samanthaelsaa96