"𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬." 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵. "𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵-" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. "𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 ... 𝘣𝘢𝘥?" 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩. "𝘉𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘋." "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. "𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺-" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵." 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺. "𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦."

"Meet me at the Santa Monica Pier on Sunday." "Why?" "Please. Tell you what. If the day goes horrible, then you won't have to talk to me ever again, but if the day goes great, then we have to be friends. Deal?" He said extending his arm to me. I sighed. "Deal." I rolled my eyes.

I watched her. Protected her from the shadows. For years now, I've watched, I've waited; now she'll finally be mine. I can no longer stay away from her. I need her by my side and no one will stand in my way. No one will take her from me and if they try they will meet a fate worse than death.

It was the first day of Aria's senior year, when she made her way to her locker, her friends Alex, Blake, and Jen came up to her comparing their timetables, and talking about the new math teacher they all had for first period. She expected this year to go smoothly, but what she didn't expect, was having a mentally obsessed teacher flip her whole life around, forever.

He was in my personal space now, running his hand down my arm and stopping at my hand, where he intertwined our fingers, "I prefer to run from danger." He replied with a wicked smile, "And I prefer the chase."

"Her? You won't get within ten feet of her. She's Maddox's."

"Mine..." I spoke breathlessly, as I tucked a strand of her soft brown hair behind her ear. F*ck, she's so beautiful. Thinking of how blessed I was to have this moment with her, I leaned in for another kiss, and swiftly moved my hands down from her blushing cheeks, to her waist, pulling her closer to my body. God, if only she knew how much I wanted her. "Chris, I can't-" she mumbled, and tried to pull away by firmly pressing her tiny palms on my chest. Instead, I crushed her delicate body into mine and kissed her deeper, causing her to whimper adorably. Smirking, I nuzzled her neck as I began to rain kisses all over it, leaving visible spots. But suddenly, she pushed me away. A tear rolled down her right cheek, and instantly made me soften. "Vanessa?" worry filled my voice as I slowly walked towards her with heavy footsteps, only to find her backing away from me. She was looking down and biting her lower lip from trying to hold her tears. I immediately froze. Shit, did I scare her? "I hate you Christopher." She said through gritted teeth as she finally looked up at me with her big brown eyes, filled with disappointment. Damn it, I wanted to kill someone from seeing her like this. With one last angry look, she turned her back and walked away, leaving me in jealousy and rage. "I don't care even if you have a boyfriend, Nessa. You're going to be mine and will always be." I said to myself with confidence, as I smirked at the thought of making her mine forever.

Beck has a problem - everyone thinks he's gay. Well, that's easy to understand considering he's a tad - okay, very flamboyant. He's also a bit over-dramatic, a sucker for chick flicks, and extremely fashion conscious. (What? It's not his fault. His mum's a fashion designer!) He's determined to break these labels and burn them in hell, but how on earth is he going to convince the world that he's straight when he's not even sure himself? - Cover by @tranquilityluke

this is the story of a girl named raine, who would fall for the silliest of things ☂ ☂ highest ranking: #eighty one in short story lowercase intended

❝ello love❞ ❝how did you know british accents are my favorite?❞ ❝love, i know everything❞ ❝you even know how to charm the pants off a girl❞ ❝are you saying your pants are off?❞ in which a boy steals a girl's heart through text messages. ________________________________ sequel to stolen number highest ranking: #seventeen in short story lowercase intended