A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depressed loner Lolita Abri - and falls headfirst into love. Throughout the course of one school year, they unravel each other and their sadness, setting apart their differences and realizing that sometimes love isn't enough - and sometimes it just might be. [FIRST DRAFT] Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXTbhopy9ts © All Rights Reserved. Teen Fic #7 A Wattpad Featured story

Seventeen-year-old botanist Isla Blume believes every life deserves a chance to survive, even in the apocalypse. So when collector droids kidnap her mom, she knows she has to fight back to save her life. No one returns from being collected, not even her boyfriend Daniel, and after a failed attempt to combat the droids, Isla is captured too. Just when she's sure she'll suffocate inside one of the droids, a group of renegade scientists, the Deathless, save Isla and her mom. They tell her that that droids have been harvesting survivors as forced labor for the government. After learning Isla's name, the Deathless become suspicious of her, and soon she hears why: A familiar voice to Isla repeats over a transmission from the bunker, "Find Isla Blume." Determined to reconnect with those she's lost, Isla faces her fear of fighting and joins the Deathless' first attack on the government. If only she could trust them to help her. A Wattpad featured story! Follow Isla's journey through post-apocalyptic US with the trilogy! Now you can read the whole trilogy here, including bonus material and extras! For the complete Deathless experience, read THE BLAST and STORIES OF THE DEATHLESS too! Beautiful cover by @MulanJiang

Wishing doesn't make it so, Azra does. Azra has just turned sixteen, and overnight her body lengthens, her olive skin deepens, and her eyes glisten gold thanks to the brand-new silver bangle that locks around her wrist. As she always knew it would, her Jinn ancestry brings not just magical powers but the reality of a life of servitude, as her wish granting is controlled by a remote ruling class of Jinn known as the Afrit. To the humans she lives among, she’s just the girl working at the snack bar at the beach, navigating the fryer and her first crush. But behind closed doors, she’s learning how to harness her powers and fulfill the obligations of her destiny. Mentored by her mother and her Zar “sisters,” Azra discovers she may not be quite like the rest of her circle of female Jinn . . . and that her powers could endanger them all. As Azra uncovers the darker world of becoming Jinn, she realizes when genies and wishes are involved, there’s always a trick. BECOMING JINN released April 21, 2015, from Feiwel and Friends/Macmillan. The sequel, CIRCLE OF JINN will be released on May 17, 2016. Connect with me here, on Twitter (@loriagoldstein), Facebook (www.facebook.com/LoriGoldsteinAuthor), or Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18046288-becoming-jinn). Short stories and bonus content will be added soon! Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved

A mentally unstable girl dreams that a man named Andrew Wolfe is coming to murder her and her diabetic grandmother. She claims to see him in the streets stalking her and in the dark corners of her room keeping watch over her. She won’t be able to elude him forever. Soon, Wolfe will devour her. A red coat. A sick grandmother. A murderous illusion. The better to frighten you with, my dear. A twist on a classic fairy tale.

Colton Pearce is annoying, a flirt, and definitely not in Cassidy's ten-year plan. Then again, neither is falling in love. When their English teacher hires them to clean his grandmother's house for the summer, she discovers that there may be more to Colton than meets the eye. Through a valuable baseball card, strained relationships with fathers, and much dust, Cassidy and Colton might discover forty-seven uses for a paperclip and -possibly -even love along the way. Center cover image copyright 2011 by Worlds Apart Photography

Ain't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile meanings, Come on in! #5 Rank 17th & 25th Aug 2015- Best Coexistence of Pain,love and life in words and verses!! The subtle aches of living, We walk over and again through time. The assuring ache of happiness, Cornering in one's eyes. The callous ache of betrayal, Scratching through layers of insecurity. The grim hurt and hatred, With the chaos of love's insanity. The sorrow of being a strange soul With tears of loneliness. 9# rank 5th August 2015 8# rank 7th & 13th August 2015 6# 19th and 20th Aug BEST- #5 RANK 17th & 25th AUGUST 2015

Sarah is in a mental hospital. She meets a boy named Connor, a quiet angry whirlpool. Together, they work through the problems inside: the mentally unstable, the corrupted staff, and Sarah's own demons. Together, they find there is light in all the darkness.

To the public, Cassidy Lelling leads the perfect life; her stepfather is Mayor, her stepmother is a dentist. She's rich, intelligent and beautiful. Her private life, however, couldn't be worse. She is abused by her parents and has been for years. When she meets Chris Toppler, will he be the solace in her tormented life? Read to find out :) ps this won't be as cliche as the description portrays it to be, I assure you.

The Wall of Thoughts… There’s this room I keep secret. I loved this room. You know why, because magically every people’s thoughts are written here. The room is small but that’s what you would see. The concrete walls are rough they’re plain black and the people’s thought are written in chalky white handwriting. Somehow I didn’t think that reading people’s thoughts was bad. I knew I didn’t have the right to read what they’re thinking and invade their privacy but that’s what I enjoy doing. I read all the thoughts that they think, even though I don’t know who they are, or who the thoughts were from. The writings on the wall they all build up from morning till night, and when the clock strikes twelve all the writings disappear. They all do. I can be what I want to be in these four walls. That’s why I always go here. I almost lived here. But there’s this one thought that I could never miss reading. I even write it down every time he thinks. He always puts an L at the end, like he’s entering it on a diary. I always read his thoughts. Why? That’s because he never thought of anything bad. With his thoughts I knew that he was the kindest person. He was the kind that would try to put all the bad thoughts in his head out. I fell in love with L without even knowing his name. And someday I want to meet him in person. And I hope he likes me too.