in which he who is broken tries desperately to rip off the strings attached to the woman who left. all rights reserved 2016 LeiLani N [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns ] {Highest ranks: #6//shortstory & #7 sadromance} 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. To read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to: [http://my.w.tt/UiNb/BVw6fwLuMz]

Is this Greyson Hollister? I think I have your book. ---- kinda cliché dialogue story, because why not. anything can happen when you call ---- 3rd Place in Humor with The Little Sanguine Awards 2nd Place in Humor with The Sweet Awards 1st Place in Teen Fic/Humor with The Stella Luna Awards Ignore the 'Ongoing' sign because I've attempted to mark it complete several times and glitches. cover made with canva.com, photo credits to whoever owns them unless otherwise stated.

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

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 - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

When Helena finds a phone on the night train, she decides to text the first number in the list of contacts in order to figure out who it belongs to. ***** Helena Santos hasn't had the easiest life. At twenty-one, she's the legal guardian of her teenage sister, in the final year of her nursing degree, and working night shifts at her small-town's local bar. And things get a lot more complicated when she finds a phone on the train home and decides to text the first number in the list of contacts, in hopes of tracking down its owner. That contact? Adam Bauer; the charismatic, sweet, and refreshingly honest older brother of the person who lost their phone. As the two continue talking, they can't ignore the chemistry and growing feelings between them, but life is never that simple. To make things work, Helena and Adam need to juggle a troubled sister, a meddlesome ex-boyfriend, and one fat lawsuit - all intent on keeping them apart. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains swearing, mature themes, and sexual content.

she loved reading books. he loved watching her read. cover by @gnarly- #09 in Short Story 07/06/16 Copyright © 2015 by Greywritinghood All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to Greywritinghood.

Meet Cassie Flizz, the outcast. She's the girl that no one ever knows, no one ever notices and no one ever talks to. She wears band tees, oversized hoodies, ripped jeans and beanies as her daily outfits. Then meet Ash Anderson, the bad boy. Leather jackets, dark wash jeans and black sneakers. He's like a lone wolf, yet popular. Rumor has it he's went to jail before. Both of them each have a deep dark secret, and both of them have diaries. What if one day, their diaries are swapped? [read at your own risk because i wrote this two years ago]

❝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

Riley loved Drew, Drew proclaimed to love Diane, but what everyone didn't know was that Drew too loved Riley. - #371 in short story !! <3 thank you so much for reading my story i know it may not seem like such a huge accomplishment to other people, but it is to me !!! (((: thank you

Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013