letters to a boy named Brooklyn..

A collection of letters from Alice to a Starbucks barista she falls in love with. #97|| 10/6/16 [DISCLAIMER]: I wrote this story in 2015 when I was fairly new to fictional/romance writing and completely new to Wattpad. This story is full of flaws and is pretty cliche. Note that I have edited the grammar errors but I will not change the plot so that it has a "better one" because doing that would alter it almost completely. I kind of treasure this short story because it was one of my first stories ever written that I am proud of, despite all the plot flaws and so on.

what are the odds he accidentally called an Insomnia Helpline instead of his friend?

A tale in which a thief with a double life grudgingly becomes a hero. ➳ Liana Mason has a life anyone would envy. Nobody suspects that the once orphaned girl grew up to be the city's notorious vigilante. She has been fine walking on the edge of morality for much of her life, but when an assassin arrives in her city she's forced to play a role she never imagined she'd choose: hero. A Robin Hood retelling. Trigger Warning: This contains themes that may be triggering for some readers (violence, sexual assault, etc). Cover designed by Ray Gardener

Beatrice Prior is a princess. Great, right? Wrong. Of course her parents are nice, the King and queen, but they work all day. Her brother's the same as he is next in line for the throne. Beatrice is alone all day, everyday. All Beatrice has ever wanted was a friend but when she is never allowed to go outside or go to normal school, it makes making friends quite difficult. When the King and queen start to receive death threats they have no choice but to order bodyguards to protect them. Beatrice hopes to get someone she can be friends with but it turns out to be a very closed off boy her age named Tobias. Beatrice makes it her mission to become his friend but it proves to be quite difficult. #658 in Fanfiction -2/9/16 #680 in fanfiction 1/9/16 #790 in Fanfiction -18/8/16 DICLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO VERONICA ROTH NOT ME