Destine, your normal girl right? You could say that, she has a producer for a mother, and a model for a sister, and so when their mom gets to move to Omaha, Nebraska, she takes it. And here in Omaha, Destine is the quiet girl, with no confidence, social anxiety, and anxiety who stays on her phone the whole summer in her new, almost mansion. But her neighbor, Sammy Wilkinson, want to get to know her. - ©purposeblunt 2015

"Funny thing you mention your brother...... We're kind of a thing."

In which a seventeen year old girl becomes the Gilinsky's nine year old son's babysitter.

"Where do you think you're going?" He growled gripping onto my hand. "You don't own me!" "I didn't say you could leave." He spat.

Where he returns back to L.A. to get married to his fiancée. Only to come back and realise he still loves his ex fiancé.. and when the two try to be happy things don't go as planned.. Will she ever stop hating him? Or is it all love and hate? All rights reserved to @jackgilinskie Began 6-20-16 COMPLETED 12-9-16

"You know I can make you feel better yet you go to him." "I know", I say weakly. Every inch of my body simply belonged to him, for it craved his touch. He steps closer to me. "Can I kiss you?" He leans in slightly, trapping me into his wraths. I gulp, "No." Our lips collide and I feel myself loving it more than I should.

It was the color her cheeks would turn when she was embarrassed. It was the color my cheeks would turn when her tongue swirled around my tip. It was the color of her favorite flower I would get her every time she was "sick." it was the color her ass would shade whenever I would slap it. It was the color of her walls I saw every time we fucked. It was the color of her I sucked on while she tugged my hair moaning my name. It was the color of her lips every time I would press my own against them. It was the color of the sky we would look upon on a cool night as we cuddle into each others warm embrace. It was the color that symbolized love and passion. It was the color pink.

he was my best friend, my shoulder to cry on my everything. when we took that extra step in our friendship i was so happy, but it killed me to know the shoulder i cried on made me cry

I don't even know what he was talking about but I could watch him all day. His smile lit up the entire room. The way his complexion would glow in the moonlight. And his hair. Oh God his hair. I told myself I'd never fall for Derek Luh I made this book when I was like 15 so don't judge lol

I wrote this when I was like 15 I'm sorry for the cringe 😂