On Wednesdays we wear plaid.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

WARNING: THIS BOOK SUCKS. I'm being serious. Angela and Carmen were just the average teenagers looking opportunity. Little did they know the plan to sneak into a concert would change their life's.

There is new love, new hope, and new adventures to be shared. Ella is back at college to finish her second year with Luke with no fear in any trace of her DNA. She’s still young but taking on the world with her wide eyes. Things are different back in Doncaster. As a new love awakens, another begins to crumble. Meg and Louis aren’t seeing eye to eye anymore, but there’s one small gift that’s keeping them together. It’s their glimmer of hope and they just can’t seem to let it go. And it’s a good thing. Because a little bit of hope never hurt anyone.

A compilation of one shots / mini stories based off of the characters from my story Road Trip. This is not a sequel by any means, this is more of a prequel, so to speak. However, after Road Trip is finished, I will be writing one shots in here that will be in future's time (aka one shots based on after their trip is over).

"Get in loser we're going to college"

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Fabiola was just your average 18 year old girl in high school. She never talked much and had three close friends, Natalia, Kellin (Quinn), and Andy (Biersack). There's one secret that she has kept since 7th grade, she has a crush. She has a crush on Louis Tomlinson, the "loner" who sat in the back of the class and avoided everybody. Little does she know that Louis has always liked her back...

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*