I, Lois Mai Reynolds, am all kinds of clumsy. I fall over flat surfaces. I drop expensive vases, and miraculously find ways to trip over thin air. Not a day has passed by when I'm not wearing a Band-Aid for some kind of accident that I've endured, and it's stooped to the level now that my parents call me King Kong and joke about having warning signs and safety tape around my bedroom door. Once upon a time, I used to think of that as a laughing matter, but not anymore. Not since I almost killed my crush's mom. Suddenly, being compared to a giant gorilla of mass destruction doesn't actually seem that crazy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #11 Romance

Back in 1963 Louis was just a normal guy, very much like you and I. He was living his life, going out with his mates, working on his bike, joining races, taking care of his little sister… the usual stuff. Until everything stopped. Until he had to leave. But not everything was resolved and he made a decision that got him to become the carrier. {AU bonus story for The Comeback}

Trčala sam preko terena, šutajući loptu. Niko nije znao zašto sam toliko zapaljena za fudbal. Ni ja sama. Ali lopta je u meni pobuđivala neke duboke strasti. Još od 5 godine treniram fudbal i još od tada smatram da je fudbal najbolji sport ikada. Svi bi mi dobacivali: ''Lou, pa ti si žensko. Ostavi se lopte i trči za frajerima.'' No, smatram da je lopta moj jedini frajer. Nikada nisam smatrala da me ta ista lopta može dovesti do frajera. Da ću se zaljubiti. I da ću proći kroz svu tu bol da bih bila s njim. © 2013 by kerimajekraljica; all rights reserved.

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

"Cloe." "Cloe?" "Ja, Cloe." "....Wie in Lorena Cloe?" "Wie viele Cloe's kennen wir?" Der größte der beiden Verbindungsstudenten schaute hinüber zur Bar zu der Brünetten, die an einem Tisch in der Ecke saß. Sie trank Cola und unterhielt sich mit ihrer Freundin, welches er realisierte, eine Routine von ihr war. Er kannte sie gut; aus den Fluren, sowie aus dem Unterricht. Er wusste, sie verbrachte Tage mit ihrem Gesicht in einem Buch, oder damit sich mit der selben Gruppe von Leuten zu unterhalten. Da gab es nichts wirklich spezielles an ihr. Noch hatte sie kein Augenpaar von irgendjemanden länger als 5 Minuten gefangen. Es verwirrte ihn, wie es ihr zu gefallen schien. Er wusste genau so, dass sie nicht wirklich schwer zu kriegen, aber es dennoch nahezu unmöglich war. Für jemanden zuversichtlichem wie ihm, hatte er doch ein wenig Zweifel, als es zu ihr kam. Nichtsdestotrotz drehte er sich zu seinem Freund, ein entspannter und lässiger Blick in seinem Gesicht, was ihn schon fast gelangweilt wirken ließ. "Deal." Übersetzt aus dem Englischen mit über 7 Millionen lesern! ©Übersetzung Copyright 2013 - LastFirstCookie Ich bin die offizielle Übersetzerin dieser Story und habe die Erlaubnis von der Autorin FunkyStyles diese zu übersetzen. Daher bitte ich euch meine Arbeit nicht zu kopieren.

After Cassandra Rivera’s tragic car accident, her boyfriend, Niall Horan, thinks she’s dead. Let’s face it, she barely made it. It was a bus hits car accident and Cassandra was in the car. She was in a coma for eight months before Niall lost hope and left. It was four months later when she woke up and realized that Niall was gone. Left her in fact. Later on, she knows that Niall is in a band and had followed his dreams, probably totally forgetting about her. Skip to three years later on Niall’s nineteenth birthday when he is back home for his charity. It’s late and Niall is coming home and decides to grab McDonald’s. Fate brings them back together and they meet again. *Warning: Slightly carroty at the beginning and I was like stupid when I started this so just take that into consideration*

Piper, the spunky teenage rebel has a complete life change because of a simple tweet. Never did she think that anyone would even glance at her response. As soon as the international star she tweeted became interested in Pippy, things began to change. Romance, Friendships, and Enemies cause drama to sprout throughout the story, though nothing Piper can't handle. Right?

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."

[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles