WARNING: I SHALL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY STUPID THINGS YOU DO BECAUSE OF THIS BOOK. I DO NOT PERSONALLY OWN ALL OF THESE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS MOST DEFINITELY ADVISED. When you're bored, you go do something to make you "un-bored". I suggest Netflix, Youtube, or if you're a bookworm, reading. Personally, I'm more of a WattpadWorm, but you can be any type of worm you want to be, I'm not judging. When you're really bored, you can read my book. Go try some of these things. Tell me how it works. If you get kicked out of somewhere, I feel your pain. I have gotten "Please leave"s and "We would prefer it if you were to not come back here."s for dares. I've also gotten kicked out of lecture halls for laughing too loudly with my friends or "being a disruption". BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT. What even was my point? Oh yeah, I would love if you would read my book. I'm just a starting author, and every bit of criticism helps. I thank all of my readers so so much and you are fabulous. #34 in random ?! i know it may not last long, but RAD, BRO // keep reading, don't judge the book from this comment.

Here will be things you can do anywhere anytime :D YAY! I SHALL CURE YOUR BOREDOM! Hopefully.. Highest Ranks: #3 in boredom

This book is filled with hilarious texts and all over funnies

Title says all

I started to aim the paper ball when I was disturbed by a husky chuckle, a sexy chuckle at that! "uh ,uh ,uh you have to be further away from the bin, not that close." He was right. I was just three maybe four steps away from the bin. I felt my face burn as a blush traveled from my cheeks to the tips of my ears. If feeling embarrassed wasn't bad enough, I soon felt two large strong hands grab securely around my waist as I felt my back on such a strong chest being pulled back further away from the trash bin. His scent was intoxicating, almost like coffee mixed with fresh pine leaves, a weird combination but I couldn't get enough. "Okay try now." Status: Ongoing

All my Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Fan Fictions in 1 - Including On The Run, Apocalypse and more

Hello. This is my second book. I know you already knew it. Just saying! Heh... Enjoy your reading! Oh, and don't forget.. This story is a copy paste story. Some of it I guess. Hehe.. Because I have no idea now.

***REQUESTS ON HOLD*** Helloooo ladies. So this is a random book of complaints I have about...Welp...being a girl. Helloooo curious boys. If I were you I wouldn't read this. You cannot unsee crazy girl things. I'm sorry if boys (or girls, though I don't see why) find anything I say offensive. The main purpose is to make you laugh. Not to offend anyone. Highest Ranking: #1 in Humor Highest Ranking: #1 in Random Note: This Book Has Changed Categories (unfortunately) Due To The Wattpad Guidelines This book is updated almost everyday.

Just random funny pics I found on the internet

Noelle Monroe remembers only flashes of the few short years spent with her father. He disappeared when she was young, and now she wants to know why he left her behind when her dreams portray a man who loved her. Nothing else seems to matter as much as answering this question, especially after years growing up with her rage-filled mother, who insists that he abandoned them. She finds herself traveling across the country alone to the small town her father grew up in. Someone must remember the man now existing only in blurry memories and dreams. It's here that she meets West Harrison. He's tall, gentle, and determined to get to know the closed off girl who has appeared so suddenly in his remote Montana town. Slowly but surely, Noelle begins to put together the pieces behind her father's disappearance. But everything is not as it seems, and she will have to learn how to trust again or risk losing this new life she has begun to build in Aspen, Montana. - Later that night, I'm bundled up in the truck next to him, my converse lying on the floor and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs. It's quiet except for the sound of the heater blasting away the coldness. The moon is a brilliant glow in the dark sky, and rays of light fall across his face every now and then. Our eyes meet in the dark, his expression heavy and thoughtful. We sit in silence for a moment, our gazes locked, before he slowly reaches out and brushes warm fingers gently across my jaw. He looks down at my lips and I feel something I've never felt before. I'm not scared, and yet I'm terrified. It feels like an eternity passes before he swallows hard, pulling his hand away. It's dark for a moment, and then the moon emerges from behind a cloud, and everything is light. I take it in with wide eyes. This feels like magic, if magic could exist. I feel the warmth of his hand on my lower back. It's steady, comforting. I like it. And I... I wish he had kissed me.