"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was thirteen years old, she's been skipping between families. From living with poor old Mrs Skibby in Melbourne, to living with Kelly in Perth. It wasn't that they didn't want her. No, it was because of her severe depression and suicide attempts. So when she moves in with Stella and her family in Sydney, does all this continue? Probably. But then her passed shows up and she's face to face with the one and only Ashton Irwin from 5 seconds of summer. She didn't want him in her life, but he continues to show himself back in. What did Ashton do to make her hate him so much? Why is he so determined to change her opinion about him? Will she defeat her depression? <----- WARNING: This story will contain depression and self harm. If you're not comfortable with self harm then i suggest you don't read this book ok (SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK IS CALLED 6:54) © 2013 by JUMUNJI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

"7:15, that's our time."

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

Michael Clifford is the sweet, funny boy next door who is friend-zoned by the girl he's liked since second grade. Hope Taylor is the notorious girl behind the white picketed fence who has held his undivided attention for years. Going into their twelfth year of high school, Michael knows that he has to make her his this summer, but was having his best pal Luke Hemmings over at the same time as Hope a bad call? Michael's confident that Luke won't break the 'Bro Code', but only time will tell. Follow along in the twisting chapters that start as a 'cookie-cutter', cliché fanfic, and mold into a serious and concentrated book. This book will be mass edited shortly :)

With the epic cliffhanger looming over your head, you'll want to join me in the twisted tale of Luke Hemmings and Hope Taylor. As Luke and Hope find themselves in the land of nothing, the place where white is the only thing you'll see, they start to understand what's to come. They have unfinished business back home and the only way to remain alive or peacefully pass into the next life, is to find their business and leave it on good terms. Thinking they know what they have to do, they set out on a journey into the white as it fades into memories, stories, and hallucinations. Can they break their comas and return to life as it was? Join me and find out. SEQUEL TO BRO CODE : LUKE HEMMINGS

He was my rock through this incredibly difficult journey called music DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE © 2014 by HeriocHemmo. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that."Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the males hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

i don’t know this girl, i don’t know what she wants from me. i don’t know what these poems mean. i don’t know anything at all but one: i’m going to find her. ⓒ 2013, Kaira G. Self publishing ct-hood ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorised reprint or use of this material is prohibited. If I fucking learn that someone copied my works, I will find you and skin you alive like pychotic Harry i s2g pls dont this is my baby

"I still love her. I've always loved her," "You don't know what you love anymore," Sequel to Let me be the one to save you © 2014 by tacoash. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.