"Small little tales to keep you entertained."

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The last five chapters are private so you have to follow me to read those private chapters Highest ranking - 3 April 2017 - #26 in fanfiction 24 April 2017 - #28 in fanfiction Psycho Boyfriend Trilogy This is the first book. Psycho Boyfriend 1 (RM BTS) Psycho Boyfriend 2 (JHope BTS) Psycho Boyfriend 3 (Suga BTS) ❤❤❤❤❤ "Why do you care?" I spat. "Dont be so stubborn babe. You will regret it . Now eat or else..." "Or else what?" I yell back. He smirks and pulls out a knife from his pocket. How could that big knife fit in his pocket? But that doesn't matter now. "What will you do with that knife?" I ask. I gulp. This will be bad. ⇨This story will contain blood, killing and many such psychotic elements.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

Pental Pal (noun) - one who exchanges letters to one another as pen pals. But uses the same writing utensil, in this case, a pentel pencil. They never wanted to do this from the start. The thought of writing to a complete stranger. Never seeing whose handwriting is in the letter you're reading. Someone who could be miles, maybe even oceans away from you. And all you get is a picture and a name. To Lizzabeth Teschler, this is extra credit. Even though she doesn't want to do this, she had to. But she's doing this for extra credit so she can still maintain her title of having the highest GPA record. Then she could finish the rest of high school and go off to college. Her whole life is all planned out for her, and she can't do anything to change it. There's a future for her, but not the one she wants. To William Patier, it's cruel torture. He had to do this against his will. This is his last chance before he gets shipped off to military school. Nothing but waking up at dawn, eating disgusting food, and not have a single girl in sight every day. After he graduates from school, who knows where he'll find himself. There's no future for him, not like there's any way to change it. So two complete opposites from different worlds are forced to write each other for a whole year. Add that with some arguments, secrets, two pentel pencils, some cookie butter, a Green Day album, an origami heart, some coffee from Starbucks, two teachers dating, Eddie Anderson, a rival and a cheater. With all that bundled up, who knows what will happen? But at least they don't know each other... right?

{ Book Cover Credit : @stellardreams- } Loyalty killed me. Passion killed her, literally. They say let your passion kill you. What if it is? It looks glamorous to you, right? The lights, the stage, the attention, the fashion. Have you seen what happens behind closed doors? No, it's too ugly in there. Too dark. Despite all the bright lights around you. You're still lost and blind. And in that darkness, lives a dark horse. The devil whom you sell your soul to. In return of what, you ask? Well, just about... everything. Angels can be tempted and Angels can sin. Angels can fall. But can they have hope at all? A writer leaves a certain part of themselves in their work. Can you see mine? Be a part of a story of two sisters from a slightly different perspective as they try to find their place in this world.. and end up finding themselves at the top of it. (October 3rd 2017 - )

{C O M P L E T E D} She was the epitome of beauty She was so pretty That the name Aphrodite Gave her so little credit

Katerina Hobbs is special agent Luke Hobbs' daughter. Katerina has always been the Rebel daughter and never listens to her dad, so when she see her dad is working on a case in London, she decides to go to London to help. She goes to see her boyfriend Dom but only finds him in bed with Elena so she run and goes to the first place she can think of which happens to be London but what will happen when she see Letty the ghost girl and she meet the famous Shaw? What if she falls for Shaw? What if Dom comes into the picture again and loves her still? Find out in Another Hobbs! THIS BOOK IS BEING REWRITTEN!!!!!!

God, what super-fucking-fantastic birthday present.

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.