❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞ "Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?" "Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a gun crime, I would say yes, Elliot, that bothers me quite a lot." "I...I...gun crime?" "Yes, Elliot. You are currently speaking to a survivor of one of America's many school shootings."

"Come on, what's the worst that could happen?" "Uh, everyone finds out were lying and both our careers go down the drain!" He scoffed and stepped closer, leaning in so our lips were barely a centimeter apart. "I don't buy it. You're scared aren't you?" Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Of you? Not a chance." ------------- Seventeen year old Nadia only has three main goals in life. Get good grades, maintain perfect eyebrows, and become a successful youtuber. The first two she'd achieved already, but although she posted weekly videos, almost no one watched them. This all changes after a shocking encounter with international heartthrob Grayson Dolan, who gives her a chance at the life she had always wanted, but at a cost; a fake relationship. Dislike turns into something more, but will those against their relationship tear them apart?

Can't you see that I'm falling? Can't you see that I'm falling, falling for you?