After she loses the ones closest to her heart, her best friends (who were conveniently brothers) were all she had left. She relied on them. She loved them. They were the only people who could make her happy. Soon she gains feelings for one of her "best friends" but like everyone says: "people with scars are not attractive" so all of us, every last one of us with old cuts, burns, bruises, stabs, we're all screwed. But maybe some of us can see past that. Maybe some of us can accept those scars, and maybe some of us are complete assholes. Either way, I'd suggest you read this book to find out;) (HOLY MOLY IM TERRIBLE AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT I STG THERE IS SUCH A GOOD PLOT OML)

Warning: before reading this, you might wanna grab a tish because you might take a ride on the rollercoaster of insane emotions! Enjoy? Also I wrote this when I was 14/15 and I didn't edit it because I'm lazy. Sorry.

she was a music mystery to the world. all but one. based off of the song Nineteen Twenty by Clara La San Just expanding more music taste, my friends :) Completed ©1Deverland

It's just some teenage conflict, it'll go away. Right? Started~ Jan 29, 2018 Finished~ Mar 18, 2018

It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."

If only he knew my secrets ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS READ WITH CAUTION ⚠️

"i brought you roses." "thank you, but the roses aren't going to help." disclaimer: if you aren't comfortable with the talk of self harm, bullying, suicide, etc then you might not want to read this

FINISHED it seems like the only answer to me right now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *warning* sensitive subjects

my brother told me his buddies were off limits, but grayson was a different story

Autumn Kingg, an 18 year old senior, goes to a party and realizes that people see right through her, through to her broken pieces. When she sits with Ethan Dolan at a party, he notices right away. She realizes then, they're both broken. Can they pick up eachothers broken pieces and fit them back into place, or will their pasts come in the way? Completed💙