❝We're just drepessed kids trying to help the other drepessed kids❞ *TRIGGER WARNING* (a collection of sad poems - read at your own risk please) Started: 31/5/19 Completed: ?

Lolita Brown. Behind her blond hair and enchanting blue eyes lies a world of pain. There are so many labels stapled to her back, everyone knows her life story. Hunter Kings. A boy once known as trouble from New York, enters Lolita's world in an escape to be a better person. He doesn't know her history like the rest of Lacewood does. They can't avoid each other. They live next door, go to the same school, and Hunter becomes friends with Lolita's group. Slowly, her life unravels piece by piece to him. They create a world together that she thought she never would experience. It's a bumpy and long road, but every mistake they make, is meaningful. ___________________________________________ COMPLETED Started : June 23rd, 2018 Finished: July 28th, 2019 Highest Ranking in: #1 Romance, Recovery, Dating, Heart Break, Sad, Friendship, Break Up, Mistakes, Broken, Teenagers, Abandoned, Eventful Highest Ranking in: #2 Eating Disorder, Bad Boy

Wes Roman, the big bad billionaire sitting in a tiny seat with his two year old son at a kids restaurant Beeze Simmons, the shy clumsy waitress who just happened to spill all of the contents on the tray onto Wes. Ooo. I smell trouble. -------- Their Both broken. So, Can they fix each other? #147 in Romance 17/11/17 #73 in Romance 25/11/17 #47 in romance 27/11/17 #24 in Romance 16/ 12 /17 #4 in Hot (Billionaire) 14/12/17

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."