Vee failed pre-calculus, and Amber becomes her tutor. The two become unlikely friends, but it begins to blossom into something more.

❝ One day your Prince will come. Mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions. ❝ Nova Lockheart is tired of being "Resident Cupid" at Octavia High. Having never had a proper boyfriend, Nova's two best friends, Nate and Emily, set out to play a game of matchmaker, to finally get the matchmaker a boyfriend. Too bad the arrow shot through Tyler Bradford's heart - the boy known for breaking them, and the boy Nova is completely and utterly 'in hatred' with. Two stubborn individuals, a fat cat named Meownce, and with the works of two best-friends-turned-lovers, Nova and Tyler have no idea what they have coming for them.

Freya Arsov sits on top of a world of diamonds and sports cars. Her father is a billionaire, head of a world-renown company, her mother, an esteemed lawyer. She attends the most prestigious boarding school in England. She has four amazing best friends and a dreamy boy who was in love with her. Except, none of these things make up for what happened last summer. Matthew al Nassar has fallen far. After the death of his father, he finds himself involved in a world of gangs and guns and has no way out. When these childhood neighbours clash, bullets fly. Love is a girl pointing a gun at the boy who owns her heart. Or at least, in this story, it is. [Book #1 in the Bulletproof Series] [loosely inspired by the myth of Persephone and Hades] © archeronta 2019

# f r e e y o u r b o d y about a girl who lost all confidence and security because of her appearance, & a boy who only wishes for her to see her beauty. # 1 0 3 s h o r t s t o r y

A pair of earrings. A pretty dress. A single question. That is how it starts. I remember the start as clearly as I do the end, with absolute and undying certainty that it's almost cloying to think about. I remember where I begin, and I remember where I fall apart - but everything in-between, the climax and the turning point, the hues that seep in and then bleed out, the essence of my undoing, all of that is hazy. It comes and goes in piecemeals and startling epiphanies, in hearsays and frozen snapshots of time. It exists as momentary lapses of memory - a flash of white light, the burn of alcohol, a mop of dark hair. It pieces together gradually with every small detail, and then crumbles at the revelation of more information. The truth about me is something that everyone seems to know, something that everyone seems to have an opinion on - whether it's a junior from school, or a bespectacled, beer-bellied journalist - everyone knows something. Every time I click an article or open Twitter, I see the vast and varying versions of how I came to end; some laughable and dimensionless, some nauseating and horrendous, but all of them heartbreaking. Everyone knows the quintessence of my destruction, except for myself. But if there is one thing I know, it is this.

Eloise suffers from Haphephobia, the fear of being touched. Her mother, Katherine suffers from OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder. Eloise's condition, it was a genetic trait that she got from her father. All throughout her life she disliked the sense of touch. It wasn't until her father died did her fear of it arise. Her mother decided that a move was needed. So after much dismay from Eloise, they moved across the state. Right next to Zeke, his twin sisters Alira and Alaina and their mother Beth. Zeke didn't care about much, just his few friends and annoying family, that was until he accidentally touched the girl next door. In that moment, Alira, his sister started praying, the other, Alaina, making ambulance sounds, his mother rushing the girl to the bathroom and her mother trying to comfort, he decided he wanted to care about more. | Slow updates |

"This is Sweetly Sweets Candy Store. How can I help you?" "Are you African?" "Excuse me?" "African love you." ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ A story told through dialogue. | COMPLETED | | NOV. 8 - NOV. 25 2016 |

❝My youth is the foundation of me.❞ In the all-white, fully-heterosexual, placid suburb of Cleveland, everything is planned - from the layout of the winding roads to the colours of the houses to the humdrum lives its residents will go on to lead. Until self-proclaimed 'weed-master' Dawn Wilson comes to meet sweeter-than-candy Arabella Jones, the world comes to a stand-still and everything is questioned.

They called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.

FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.