"is Ethan really shy or something? I've tried to talk to him all day and he just ignores me" "actually he's mute" - // my original idea please don't steal the plot :) - highest ranking: #139 in fanfiction #25 in dolantwins #22 in ethandolan #1 in edolan

" you don't wanna die this way, trust me " " why? I don't even know you " " but I know that you saved me once "

"there's 34 calories in ten red grapes." "and why the fuck do you know that?" in which a waiter crosses paths with a pretty girl who craves to be skinny. // lowercase intended reading-roses©

in which a sad girl leaves voicemails for a dying boy hoping that one day, maybe, he'll pick up the phone. completed august 23, 2017 voicemail format, lowercase intended

Everything starts from something. At first she thought she was just texting another fangirl. Turns out she wasn't even a girl. One thing led to another and she started sexting a hot stranger. Little did they know how complicated things will get. "when I saw you today, I swear you took my breath away..meeting you in person was a whole other experience." (expect some serious smut and lots of romance.)

"I'm Ethan. Ethan Dolan" "Melissa Johnson" Melissa Johnson just moved from Cali to New Jersey. She's starting a new life with her family. She's never had a boyfriend never the less a first kiss. Will that change when she starts at her new school?? Read to find out Second book-Always and Forever (Ethan Dolan) Third book-After Ever After(Ethan Dolan) •cover by @Jade_Roos•

"What's my name?" "Daddy."

"Why can't you trust me?" Daddy Issues | 1st book Trust Issues | 2nd book

"Wait, so why did you want to do this?" I ask. "Why not?" "I don't know." I look around the dull room. "It's boring." "The only the boring about this is the way you are currently thinking." He laughs, propping his legs up on my bed like he owns it. "What do you mean?" I ask, almost offended. "The only reason why this room and this situation is boring is because you're letting it be."

"Where do you think you're going?" He growled gripping onto my hand. "You don't own me!" "I didn't say you could leave." He spat.