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.

It's a normal day at East Delavan High. As normal as any typical story. Classes drone on, pencils scribble against paper and no one can expect what happens next. First, the intercom. Then, the gunshot. Robin Wayne is a sole survivor, trying to escape the walls of her high school with her life. With the power and phones out, the challenge has just gotten more difficult. As the events of the day escalate, Robin comes to realize that what's going on isn't not all what it seems to be. And it's then she must decide whether she really wants to live. One thing is for sure: if Robin survives, she will never be the same. Will you be able to survive? Your will to live is responsible for your own death.

-1 new text message- Unknown Number: hey Me: this isn't an online chatting app, where did you get my number? Unknown Number: *hey :) (hi i wrote this when i was 14 lol) ©since 2015 | miracle

In which two randoms meet by calls.

two strangers. two eccentric personalities. two large, lonely hearts. and one anonymous chatroom. | completed 2k14 | | cover by @obsessions- |

❝relax and breathe❞ ❝if only it was that simple❞ a boys p.o.v

"Do you like texting more or writing letters?" "Writing letters sounds more romantic." "And that's why we are texting." In which a boy and girl meet because of a stupid school project Credits: Cover: @sunswept

[sequel to teen helpline] ❝Hello, this is the Breakup Helpline, designed and manufactured to cater to your brokenhearted needs. How may I help you?❞ ❝My girlfriend...just cheated on me. With my best friend.❞ ❝Um..uh, hold on...oh, fuck! There's nothing on how to respond to that in these answer sheets!❞ ___________________________________________________________________ When happy-go-lucky Theo Hastings discovers his best friend has been fucking his girlfriend behind his back for the last six months, Theo's whole life has been careening on the rocks- until his cousin, Damien Carson, forces him to look for help on a helpline- a particular helpline call the 'Breakup Helpline' and there he meets sarcastic, cynical realist Serena Adams, who doesn't believe in love at all. And maybe, just maybe, Theo can change her mind. this is a tale about the hopeless romantic and the skeptical non-believer, the idealistic sentimentalist and the bitter soul, and how fate brings them together.

❝Finally, someone answered.❞ "Uhm, you've been calling for the past three minutes. What the heck do you want?" ❝Isn't this the famous 'Love Line'─wait, who is this?❞ "No, it's not, you idiot. Now stop calling." ❝So... you're not looking for a partner?❞ ❝... hello? sigh... she hung up on me.❞ in which he asked for a hotline number and received a girl's number instead. [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns ] | slow updates | {Highest ranking: #14//shortstory & #722 memes} All Rights Reserved © 2016 LeiLani N. 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/jgKY7TdvMz]

❝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