"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

'Fact: British guys are not cute. Never have been; never will be!' Meet Nora. During the day, she's a crazed, Irish student trying to survive the insanity which is London. At night, she's a blogger, trying to prove to the world that British guys are just not as cute as everyone seems to think they are! And then, while running late to one of her classes, she runs into Milo, full-time womaniser, part-time crown prince of the UK...

Not every story has a happy ending Not every girl finds their prince There are the happy stories And there are the sad ones. This one isn't either, Some may call it a story of madness, Some may call it a story of tears, Some may call it a story with no true end, Some may call it A never ending story, Some people might call it a story within a story. But I know the truth, It's just a depressing story. A place to throw down thoughts. Something to write at night when your thoughts kill. Some parts of this are very depressing, Some of its true but not about me, Even though it seems like it. My best friend was deeply depressed so I know what it feels like. If I were you I wouldn't read this. I would click back and forget about it. Forget I even saw this. But, I'm not you. I don't know what you like. So Continue, If you dare Don't say I didn't warn you...

Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk **None of these quotes/sayings are written by me unless stated otherwise** ☻ I'm always here if u need someone to talk to, just message me :) [Highest Rank in Poetry: #1 as of 12/9/2016] ♚♚♚

based off of the fascinating color spectrum and the emotions, feelings and significance associated with each individual color. Each poem has its own individual vibe that touches and hits the roots of the soul. - Also, each poem is in the order of the color spectrum! Roy G. Biv! Sounds familiar? :)

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.