"Hey there Delilah." "Yes Nick. That just happens to be my name." "What's it like in New York city-" "I don't know what's in like in New York city." "Oh Delilah-" "Nick, shut up." "Make me." Delilah Devine hates her name. Absolutely loathes it. Maybe if it had been something else Nick Popper might stop singing in her ear. {a story written in conversations} (cover by @dripdrippitydrop)

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

"To live is to be haunted"

"So, you're a stripper?" "Yup." Molly is struggling to stay on her feet. After her mom leaves, she's left to take care of her little brother, and since they're on the verge of being homeless, she's forced to get a job outside of McDonald's. A strip club to be specific. Between shifts where she takes off her clothes for guys, she still has to go through high school, alone, and unhappy. But when a cute, and kinda dopey, guy who knows her from both of her lives seems interested, it just adds more to her heaping plate- a little too much for her to handle. Highest ranking: #9 in teen fiction.