"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of charge." "I'll take what I can get." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #5 (13/02/17) © 2016 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?" "Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for that blurry eyesight of yours to be treated by a guy your own age." "My own... oh no." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #4 (03/04/16) Wattpad Featured Story (July 2017) © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

The conversations between Eli and Aeryn.

They met in December.

Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart shattered to a thousand and two pieces, this is a story of how she patched everything up, sewed it tight and wrapped Band-Aids around her heart. Disclaimer in bold: I wrote this at fifteen so proceed with caution. Or skip to the next books: She Loves You Not/ But I Love You

"In which a young Earnest Watts drives strangers around New York, only to find that a beautiful Madelyn Moore becomes less of one." Earnest Watts has decided that there are only ten types of people in the world - that is, until the day he meets the exception. After dropping out of his sophomore year of college, Earnest becomes a taxi driver in an attempt to figure out his life's direction. There he encounters a variety of colorful personalities, all of whom prove his theory correct. However, when he unexpectedly meets rising Broadway starlet Madelyn Moore, Earnest begins to question everything he knows - especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Ranked 127 in General Fiction - 6/27/16 Second Place in @breakthecliches Metaphor Heavy Category - 8/19/2016 Full novella available for purchase on Amazon Aug 1st, 2022. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.

Winner of the Watty's 2017 Awards ✿ Destruction is a form of creation; buildings crumbled as he walked past. Khari Spence, trapped in a city steeped in hatred, longs to embrace his true self even if it means risking everything. He finds a fragile refuge in an old apartment with peeling wallpaper and blank journal pages -- and hopefully in a girl. Milo Locke, disillusioned with the hollow lure of materialism, seeks to rid the ideologies her parents forced onto her. When their worlds collide, will they help each other heal from past wounds, or will their secrets tear them apart?

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

"Is she an MR?!" 'What's an MR?" Tom asks responding to Violet's question and me being myself I interrupt the conversation. "MR?! I know what's an MR! M stands for Miss and of course I'm a Miss. And R stands for Romantic. And I'm a very romantic person. So that explains that I'm an MR." I smirk at them. "No Miss Romantic! MR stands for Mentally Retarded. And I asked if you are one?" my jaw drops and a gasp leaves my lips. What?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? "Of course I am!" I respond dropping all other jaws in the room in process. I continue with my tribal dance swaying my hips, waving my hands in air and closing my eyes only to end up on the floor and start laughing all over again. Am I the only one laughing? Of course! (Summary inside) •••••••••••••• If you're looking for a Cliché bad boy romance oopsi doopsi, you're at the wrong place! Thank you @kimsona for such a pretty cover Thank you so much @-StayingUpLate for editing my chapters and making it beautiful! Please enter at your own risk! Cliffhangers ahead! •••••••••• Editing.... Highest ranking #5 in Humor as on 14/9/16