I don't know what to do without you Summer. You were the better half of me, and now that you're gone, I'm so lost. I miss you Summer. I wish you're here everyday so bad it hurts. -June, in which she tries to write an entry a month to help her move on. ***** If you are really sensitive and are in a stage where you cannot read grief-filled stories, please DO NOT READ. For your own safety and well-being, if you are easily triggered by sadness, grief and death, DON'T CLICK THAT ORANGE BUTTON. Thank you. -El.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

"You can't like him, you just can't!" "I know. It's wrong, but it's how I feel and I can't freaking control that." We've all heard the phrase 'The heart wants what it wants' or 'You can't control how you feel', and according to Nate, his life is just an example of that. (#5 General Fiction)

Emerson is miserable with his life. He’s constantly bullied, and his boyfriend, Matt, sides with his tormentors. When Emerson hides in the school’s boiler room to escape everyone, he doesn’t expect to find a journal. The journal looks simple enough, but inside, it contains the shocking story of a boy named Nash. As Emerson reads deeper into the heart wrenching words of Nash’s life, he is unaware that his life is about to change forever.

"he lost himself holding onto someone who didn't care about losing him." in which a boy writes anonymous letters and throws them away as airplanes. » completed as of August 17, 2015 ((Wattys2015)) ((I wrote this in the hospital and I was under the influence of a lot of drugs and painkillers, so some of the scenes probably don't make a lot of sense. I thought about editing it but I'm lazy and it was kind of funny reading back through it after I was discharged.)) ((long story short, i wasn't thinking straight and I wasn't in the right condition to produce coherent writing.))

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" I scoff, "I'm not cute, Buddy. I'm fierce." ______________________________________________________________________________________ Lion Canan. A little loud gay boy. That's who he is. He's the small kid that while not being physically intimidating, can shut you down in a minute flat with his snarky insults. He hasn't come out as gay yet, but everyone at school already pretty much knows. If you get caught in the bathroom making out with another boy, word tends to spread fast. And most of all, he's happy. With life. Family. Friends. He's doing pretty good. Until Benjamin Esmond all of a sudden saves his ass from a bunch of crazy elephant-sized guys that are oddly freightening. When somebody saves your beloved fabulous butt, you tend to want to thank them. But Benji doesn't want to talk. Quite frankly, he seems to want to get a restraining order against Lion. That is, until Lion asks Benji's current biology partner to trade seats with him so that they can do a project together. And by ask, Lion means remove by force. He just wants to talk! Being his amazing self, he has never been ignored before. And he refuses to let this big, handsome, quiet, hunk of a guy test that rule. Throw in a sugar- addicted best friend, a bunch of oddly laid back parents, and Lion's own personal stalker... and you have a fabulous story about the bright yet dark life of Lion Canan. A boy who is crushing on a shadow. Copyright 2015

Moving to England after being kicked out of the house by his father had been easy for Hunter but fitting in? Now that was the hard part. Bring in his sexy new step-brother who loves living on the wild side, as well as an adorable, cute waiter with an award winning smile and a clingy family friend, you get a hell lot of drama, discoveries and dilemmas. ========== Disclaimer: contains dark themes, drug use, coarse language and boy x boy content

It started with a fortunate mistake It ended in a mistaken fortune. * * * * They get gold if they're lucky. Most of the time, they settle for silver. It's not a question for Damien Jacobs. For his whole life, he has been stealing from families with his controlling father as his accomplice. After a whole life of living like a criminal, Damien finds himself having a change of heart when he starts to get cozy with the son of the rich family that he's trying to steal from. But regardless of his father's commands, Damien is willing to leave his theft days behind.