"Don't even try to deny it", she spat at me. "I see the way you look at Brad, the way you talk to him as if you two are the only ones in the room. You're constantly around him, craving his attention. It's pathetic". "Wow, I'm pathetic? Yet I'm not the one feeling threatened by my boyfriend's best friend, am I?", I answered as she looked at me with eyes full of aversion. I had never felt more hatred towards me than at this moment. "Look, I don't know where this is coming from, but you're wrong, I'm happy with Jay". [...] "Wouldn't it be unfortunate if Jay were to hear about how you have to fake it in bed?" My heart sank at the sound of what she had just said. Brad had told her. He had told her the most intimate secret I had shared with him. "What do you think you're achieving by doing this?" I asked, swallowing down my tears. "You're gonna get dumped as soon as Brad hears about this". "But that's the thing, he won't know about this conversation, 'cause that would mean your precious boyfriend will hear about your little secret". [...] I had so many things I wanted to tell Brad, or more like yell at him. But I couldn't, because once again, that would have meant he'd know about Ash's blackmail. And I knew she'd go forward with her threats if I told anything to him. I was facing a wall. Whatever I decided to do, I would end up losing. If I told Brad about my conversation with Ashley, I'd lose Jay. But for her to keep her mouth shut and for me to keep Jay, I'd have to give up my friendship with Brad. But how good of a friendship was it anyway? A best friend wouldn't go tell all your deepest secrets to random people. No, a best friend wouldn't make fun of you like that. Based on my Instagram text story FRIENDS | @thevampsarecalling.

When you lose someone you love, a part of yourself gets taken away. You are left with the ghost of who you once were, and no matter how hard you want to be whole again, you never will. When Joy's brother gets murdered in a drug deal gone wrong, her perfect life shatters in a million pieces. Blinded by the pain, she loses sight of what once made her who she is, and decides to get revenge on the man who killed him, not thinking one second about the consequences. With only a first name and a city to find the one responsible for her brother's death, Joy embarks in a hell of a journey through street gangs and drug deals, clueless to the reality of the world outside her white fence house life. Will the tattooed boy with brown curls who seems to be the only one in his gang to see her for who she really is be able to make her change her mind before it's too late?

Opposites attract. Liv's life suddenly becomes all about the annoyingly cocky and tattooed boy who sleeps with the entire school. She hates him but he insists she will change her mind.

Lily and Brad have been best friends since they were kids.They have the relationship that everyone would dream of having. But in life, nothing is ever perfect. Just meeting the wrong people can turn your life into a nightmare. And this is what you will discover by reading this story inspired by my instagram text story : @bradleybear2.0

TARGET: Russell Wells - Head of an international uranium trafficking network MISSION: Infiltrate Wells's entourage to uncover the identity of his suppliers and clients LOCATION: Krasnoyarsk, Russia TEAM: Olivia Miller (AA), Bradley Simpson (BA), James McVey (BA), Tristan Evans (BA), Connor Ball (BA). DEPARTURE: April 15th. 05:00AM. "Russia? With the British? Over my dead body." the brunette said, holding the mission briefing in her hands, knowing too well she didn't have a choice in the matter. The American Agency (the AA) needed their best element for a special mission in collaboration with the British Agency (the BA), and that was exactly what Olivia was. Recruited by the AA as a child, the girl had been training her entire life, quickly turning into a deadly weapon. Now at the top of her twenty-four years of age, her expertise in close combat, experience on the field and undeniable beauty made her the agent of choice for the mission. "Why can't you send Madison? She aced her last mission. Plus, she's gorgeous and will have no problem seducing the guy." the girl pleaded, hoping the Agency would change their mind and send another one of their agents. The British Agency was known to be difficult to work with, and the rivalry the two Agencies had been sharing for decades didn't help. The AA agents dreaded being assigned a mission with the BA, knowing they'd have to work with a bunch of despicable tea drinker/fried fish eaters/Queen suckers. "Here's your new identity and a few gadgets you might find useful. Be ready at 5am sharp." Mr Cooke said handing Olivia a black leathered suitcase. "Fuck me." the girl answered as she took hold of it, realizing she had no choice but work with the British for the mission. It was going to be a long few months.

⚠️ ENGLISH VERSION ⚠️ - Judith, right? - I heard the voice I know so well behind me. Not wanting to turn around and show my crying red eyes, I stood in the same place trying to ignore him. - I got your valentine. - There was a pause. I started packing up more slowly. I wondered which way it would go. I even hoped it would happen just like in the movies. It turns out that he felt same about me as much as I did. However, a small caution. Movies are just movies. Shit without any reflection in life. They have nothing to do with real life. If you thought that white pigeons would now jump out and you would see us in the church saying the famous "yes", you were wrong. - I want to be fair, so I give you the card back and answer your confession. Although I think you can already guess what I think. - Tears began to appear once again in my eyes that day. I looked back at him with glass eyes. I still saw him as the perfect boy, but in myself I stopped seeing good things. I was nothing. He had a smirk on his lips, which I thought was wonderful and slightly sexy. He put the card on the bench next to us and looked into my eyes. - Listen, if it makes you feel better, I'll keep it as a secret. I will not tell anyone about your poetic declaration of love, but do not count on us being together. - He shrugged and grabbed the backpack laying next to the bench.

In where one boy accidentally messages the wrong number and ends up falling in love.

Too bad life is just too messy for romance to appear

Evelyn Ball is 17 years old and she has a brother who is 18, Connor Ball. Connor is in a band, The Vamps, and Evelyn is very good friends with all of the boys. But there is one guy who is different, Bradley Simpson. Will things end in happily ever after or will it all end in a disaster?

[...] Bradley paid no attention to it. His gaze was focused on Chloe. She was finally there. She hadn't spotted him yet, the three sisters were still having a big conversation with the poor company switchboard operator who was taking a rather violent beating from Alexandra. The singer would have liked to approach her or even call her, but his voice had got tied in his throat and his feet were desperately nailed to the ground. [...] [...] And to think that she was there, just a few steps away from him... That moment was as if out of time, it was as if the whole arrival hall was plunged in a light fog through which Bradley could only see Chloe clearly. The rest of the world was blurred. Suspended in another world. [...] This story is a fiction, I'm playing with the characters and with the songs. English is not my first language, please be kind. Hope you'll like my story.