"Listen, I don't know what you are," his eyes strayed to the glowing tips of my fingers. "But you saved my life. So let me save yours." ********** Charlotte Winters isn't the cliche shy girl everyone deems her to be in her high school. Not even close. Even Charlotte herself finds her abilities peculiar and unreal. What are her abilities you may ask? Well...this seventeen year old girl can heal anyone. Though she soon learns that every healing she does comes with a price. And that price may just cost her more than she bargained for. Afterall...she didn't ask to be stuck with the arrogant Cody Mill while running away from a bunch of power hungry men.

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Disastrous dates to avoid.

“Um, look, we can’t be best friends anymore,” He started. I felt my heart crack as soon as the words left his mouth. “What? Why not?” I asked confused. I felt the tears threaten to spill over but I blinked rapidly to push them away. “Cause I don’t want to be,” He snapped, looking towards the door. “It’s better off we’re not, I’m sorry.” *** Meet the Padley Triplets. Ryder... The oldest, Mr. Badboy, Part of the Top 4. Amber... Second oldest, Ms. Hottie, Part of the Trio. Nina... The youngest, The Sweetheart, Part of the Quad. Meet Dylan Stone. The sexy, arrogant player. Who also happens to be Nina's exbestfriend... the boy she used to be in love with. Two years after the devastation of their "break-up", Dylan has to move in with the Padleys' with his two younger siblings. Of course Nina and Dylan don't get on well. With relentless arguments, countless bets, and prank wars, will the two be able to find their way to each other again? Will Nina grow out of The Sweetheart title she was given? Will Nina find out why Dylan broke her heart two years ago? Will she fall for him once again? It all started with two words... Code Red. Humor #2 Teen Fiction #3

Just a short story I made. I'm really bored.

Hey Wattpadians! Want to know more about us? Just read below: Sally (me) is the whore of the group and to be honest I don't know if that's because I always seem to have a boyfriend or because I'm the least frigid and probably the most sexual yum Hali is the Tumblr girl look a like, until you meet her and get hit around the head with a stick. A.K.A the badass. Caitlin is just, well, Caitlin. She's interesting and although she still gets straight A's in class, her attendance record hasn't been the best since meeting us. A.K.A the nerd. Mimi is going through a break up and it's a long story. Apparently he wasn't as cute as we all thought he was. Huh. Anyway she's stupid, rich, pretty and clumsy but still gets A's...I don't know how. A.K.A the blonde of the group. Literally and figuratively. Anyway, that's a little bit about us and if you scroll down, you'll be able to read a little bit about how we think! Enjoy and we fan every one back and message random people when we get bored -so far it's just me but I'll tell them the password soon so this might be changing and I'll give you a hint, the password ends in 69. Yeah. Anyway, bye, ily a trilly... unless you're someone I don't like or you're old and own a white van. No, I'm not judgemental at all.

I’m a drug addict. Actually that’s a lie; only my best friend, boyfriend, family and other best friend are. Oh, and all my other friends. In fact, everyone I know is. But I’m not, so that should count for something right? Maybe I should think about getting new friends. Karla Ivory lives for her daily hit of sex and alcohol; everyone close to her lives for their daily hit of sex and drugs. She’s poor, jobless and struggling in a world when there isn’t much not to struggle for but after the incident, Karla decides she wants a new life. In fact, she decides she needs a new life. Only those aren’t that easy to come by with nothing to offer and she knows well enough that they don’t sell those things cheap.

Cli·ché: a phrase or opinion that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought. Meet Pepper Ballard. Independent, single, and sarcastic as hell. Pepper fights her own battles with pride and is officially #done with clichés. Unshaven werewolves, pale vampires, flawless and talented female vampire hunters who instantly fall in love with the enemy even though they want to kill the hunter's entire family... Please, give her a break. The more Pepper tries to avoid these nauseating clichés and destroy them, the further she is dragged into a dark, supernatural world that is her own virtual worst nightmare. A world that includes a bunch of sexy, mysterious, and dangerous men lurking around every corner... Wait...what's the definition of "nightmare" again? * * * My writing page! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075