"𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞"~ 𝐄𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧 (𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞) NEEDS TO BE EDITED SO BEWARE 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨.

[BOOK ONE IN THE LIFELINE SERIES] life·line ˈlīfˌlīn/ noun "A person you can always depend on to help you in a really messed up situation where you need a quick escape" Avery Collins is the twin sister of Finn Collins. After being hidden for most of her life and then locked up, being sent to the radiation soaked Earth isn't so scary. While on the ground with the 100, Avery meets Bellamy Blake, who turns out to be the blessing she needed. With Bellamy around Avery finally feels like she can breathe. - I do not own the 100 or the characters. All rights reserved to the show. I only own Avery and all of her related plot lines- avery's associated plot line is my own. please do not copy any aspects of my story that are original. I've worked hard to write this story. [seasons 1-3 of the 100] [originally started-2015 ➢ editing- 2021} highest rankings: -#1 in bellamyblake -#1 in the100 -#1 in octaviablake -#1 in finncollins -#1 in fan -#1 in montygreen © 2015 -paradiseearth. All rights reserved.

"Can you promise me something, Bell? Promise me you won't do anything stupid?" "I can't promise you that. If it means protecting you- I'll do anything. Stupid or not."

shat•tered (adjective) broken into many pieces; damaged or destroyed Elena Mastersons is alone in every sense of the word. Everyone she loved is gone. Floated into the deep depth of space. She spent her time waiting in a cell to end up like the rest of them, until she and 99 other criminals are sent somewhere no one has been in almost 100 years. Earth. Elena is the true definition of shattered and she doesn't believe that someone is capable of fixing her. -I don't own any part of The 100 all rights go to The CW. The only parts I own are my own characters and scenes- Cover created by: @-smok3

At the age of nine, everyone Quinn loved was taken away from her - murdered because of something her father had done years before. She's been surviving on her own for almost ten years with no home or family to go back to. Until one day a hundred kids fall from the sky. Quinn is captured by the kids, thinking she is a danger to them all. But they are yet to realise one very important fact: they both are facing the same enemy. The Grounders. [the 100; season one] © theaeden 2015

•Book 1 of the Strangely Series • ||completed|| It wasn't love at first sight, nor did I consider him as someone to love. Just a friend of a friend. We saw and encountered each other on a daily basis yet never gave the other a second thought. Until the summer before senior year. I was with my two best friends when it all happened... -- In the same friendship group since they were kids, the two never really got to know each other. But it all changed in senior year when Aimee Michelson finally decided to talk to the Archview's labeled bad-boy player and learns that they had more in common than she thought. Was the love she craved right in front of her this whole time? * "It's such a strange combination..." I pondered. "But it goes well together," he added on. I nodded in agreement. "It's like, it's..." I paused in search of the right words. "Strangely perfect." We both said in unison. [UNeDiTED. But give it a chance I promise it's good :)]

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.