"i hate you ethan! all you do is use girls like they're toys." "oh jade, i'm just like you." [lowercase intended] reached #1- #dolans #12- #graysondolan #3 - #ethandolan

Grace Turano tried hard to be that normal teenage girl. She played basketball in the Winter, and ran track during Spring. Her grades were always good as she always put school work first. But life isn't always easy when both of your parents are millionaires and you live in a mansion on your own gated property with high end security. Sure, she got whatever she ever needed or showed that she wanted, but she didn't like that. She always felt too spoiled by her parents, thats how everyone felt towards her. Everyone presumed that she was just uptight and snobby. They were wrong, as she was so caring and compassionate of her friends and family. She loved all of her friends from her teams and those who she's known since she was little. Ethan and Grayson Dolan are her two best friends. They've been friends since birth, they grew up doing everything together. Ethan and her have always been much closer than her and Grayson. Though, they do everything together, Grace and Ethan have a much stronger and unbreakable bond between the two of them. For being the three best friends they're are all total polar opposites of each other. Grayson was a well known player and likes to party and have fun. Ethan was more dorky than you'd expect him to be for being so popular. Both the guys were the best on the football team and were very upheld and popular at school. Grace, on the contrary, was always quiet and never really went with the crowd. She just focused on her sports and school work, while he two best friends would go out to parties and all these fun events the high school would have. But, besides all of their differences, they all shared the same love and many interests with each other as they've all been together their whole lives. What will happen when Grace comes back from living in France? Will she end up falling in love with one of her best friends? Will she be able to put the past behind her and move forward with her life? Will she become popular along side her best friends?

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

where she gives her attractive neighbor a bad attitude to get him away but it attracts him, causing everything falls apart piece by piece. [ interracial <3]

[DISCONTINUED INDEFINITELY] SEQUEL TO BREATHE ME the one where peyton reads the journal entries written for her by the love of her life, before he fell into a coma and left her behind.

"so are you a good witch or a bad witch?" "i like to think that the best witches are a little bit of both." | completed |

"So why are you here alone?" I asked him. He shrugged. "It's better to be alone than be surrounded by people who don't like you." - This is my new book and I hope you like it :) Warning: there will be bad words in it and cringe-y stuff so fair warning

Best friends, nothing more, nothing less, right? Right? #1-dolans (wtf dude :')) #15-dolantwins #33-ethan dolan #4-mindless #590-magcon

Grayson Dolan's fuck boy of a twin brother transfers to his college and takes liking to his best friend Ellington *Completed*

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."