Nothing kills a man faster than his own head. - - - - - Twenty One Pilots AU Trigger warning: contains abuse, self harm, bullying, and suicidal thoughts/tendancies amongst a few the characters. If this might trigger you then I advise you to not read this story.

[JJK] How would you feel if your husband doesn't reciprocate your feelings ? • • • Started :05/02/17 Ended : 16/09/18 Status: completed

"Are you fuckin serious?" that was the response you gave me when I confessed. ••• ©-taesarang status : COMPLETE started : 04/02/17 ended : 04/25/17 disclaimer: original cover photo is not mine.

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He hissed as the alcohol touched his bleeding wound and he grabbed my hand. His touch ignited a flame and I knew that later I might have to treat myself for burns. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" I asked, softly. I tried to calm my breathing as I did so, he was so close. The years that I spent staying away from his kind weren't paying off. "No," He retorted sarcastically, still holding onto my hand. "I hissed because I'm a snake. Of course that hurt, pumpkin." His comment awakened several buried memories, but I ignored them and continued to work on his wound. "Could you please let go of my hand now?" I muttered. He smirked and shook his head. "Do I scare you?" he asked, completely ignoring my question. Even though he did scare me, he scared me completely biscuit-less, I rose my head up and shook my light brown waves. "Absolutely, not." ************************ Gemma Reynolds is an an overworked nurse and probably one of the most innocent and pure people you will ever meet. Her life consists of a simple and constant routine, wake up early, workout, go to work, eat , sleep and listen to her mother criticize her about not having a boyfriend or husband. She has always been hidden in the shadows and even in high school she preferred to stay away from anyone living or breathing, especially Mr. Wyatt Evans. When Wyatt comes into the hospital battered, bruised and bleeding, one night, Gemma is to take care of him. Through several long nights at the hospital, dangerous hide outs and intricate explanations, Gemma figures out that there is more to life than her simple routine and maybe nursing the bad boy isn't as bad as it seems.

Sequel To The Boy With The Accent Cannot read without the first book. ================================================================================ Kat, now Katara, ran away from her little hometown after not being able to handle the overwhelming emotions and in need of finding release. Now working in a little dinner outside Los Angeles, she hopes to achieve everything her sister didn't get a change to accomplish. No longer running from the Serpent fangs she feels a wait lifted off her shoulders, but little does she know Caleb didn't give up so easily. His heart still lies with the fighter, and he will stop at nothing to be reunited. Follow Kat's story as she deals with work, college, grief, a sexy gang leader boyfriend, and all the guns, blood and death that comes with his love.

I never cared about the tattoo on your forearm until your arms were wrapped around me. And maybe it was by my own naivety that I never saw your scars.. or your unfaltering desire to survive. I have a little theory about the kinds of guys to stay away from. You did not make it on that list, because I knew exactly who you were from the very beginning. And how can you get hurt when you know that someone will never love you? My rule is to never, under any circumstances, fall in love with a good guy. Because when he leaves, you cannot hate him. You will think of all of the things he always did right; hating him will be so impossible, and loving him will still be so easy. Because he'll want to be your friend. And you'll want to be his, too. But catching up with him every 6 weeks will not be enough for your heart, and being his friend will be the most elaborate method of self-harm. Because he'll still be the boy you fell in love with. When it's all said and done, he won't be anyone except exactly who you knew he was. And how do you fall out of love with the same exact characteristics that made you fall in love in the first place? So don't date a good boy. Because when a bad boy leaves, at least you saw it coming. When a bad boy leaves, at least you can hate him. When a bad boy leaves, at least you can tell yourself that you were an idiot for falling for him in the first place. I'm the idiot, and my name is Claire. [#6 realistic] [#48 romance-comedy] [#219 adventure] [#179 drama]

"Let's see..." He drifted off in thought for a moment. A wide, evil smirk spreads across his face, making me feel nauseous. "Embarrassment, shame, humiliation... and of course, there's also the fact you could get expelled." My eyes widen and my mouth fell open. "Wh-what?" I stammered, staring at him in shock, "Are you blackmailing me?" "Blackmail is such a strong word," His smirk widens, "I prefer the term... equal benefits." He winked as he added, "Sugar lips." ~~~ Meet Chase Chandler: known as the most popular, 'charming,' star quarterback and the football teams praised captain. Or as I like to call him, the biggest arrogant, self-centered, blackmailing jerk in all of history. And he has a picture of me, holding men's underwear, in the boys locker room. * {Highest Rank: #17 (7/7/17)}

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Camryn has always been the outcast. The fact that she was adopted as a baby labels her as some sort of freak, but in reality she's the same as everyone else if not better. She's lived a pretty lonely social life but will that all change when a bad boy with good intentions moves in next door? How long will they be able to stay just friends?