When Hope's father suddenly dies, no one can prepare her for the amount of grief she would go through, especially when her grandparents agree to let his organs be used as he was a registered organ donor. Unable to deny her dad's wishes, the organs are used to save lives, but on one condition. She wants to meet the...
A phone call and an estranged father’s dying wish has forced Alexis Williams in the last place she has ever wanted to be—the wilderness. Backpacking for seven days while climbing a 14,000-foot mountain is not her idea of a good time. Luckily, the handsome hiking guide, Graham Neelson is there to make life a little mor...
"I... I'm scared of falling..." she whispered, looking into my eyes. It was like she wanted to say something more but stopped herself. "I won't let you fall... alone." I smiled when I saw her smile at what I said. But little did I know that what I said to her was true. She didn't fall alone; I was the one falling with...
❝A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.❞ Azalea Langston is a Senior in High School. She's definitely a part of the popular crowd, but she approaches it differently. She'd rather no...
~This story is being rewritten and is now called Love/Hate, link below:~ https://www.wattpad.com/story/94679436-love-hate Rori Everhart is your typical nerd, with your typical glasses and typical grades. If you looked up the definition of Nobody in the dictionary you'd find a picture of Rori in her thick black framed...
[Watty's 2015 Winner] one lie. one fake relationship. one million problems. © 2016 Virgo Rose Edwards. trailer made by @novemberdreamer
One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after...
It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.