5esohes Geschichten

Meet Luke. He's a popular, good looking blonde, blue-eyed boy who's in a band that's getting more and more famous every single second. Him, though? Like, his attitude? His personality? Unfortunately, for such an amazing, talented and gorgeous eighteen year old boy, he's the most horrible person you could ever meet. Meet Rowan. She's a not so popular, how ever, pretty, though she doesn't think she is, girl who has a lot going for her. She doesn't have many friends. In fact, she hasn't a single one but that's okay. All she wants to do is get on with her work and get out of that school. For such an unpopular, lonely girl without a single friend, she's the most nicest person you could ever meet. What happens when these two personalities collide? Find out in, Tutor, a Luke Hemmings Fan Fiction

"They need a new opening act." "What about 5sos." "They quit because they wanted to go in their own tour. And, since one direction needs an opening act in 2 days it needs to be quick." "What do you have in mind" "Something new. Something that's never been done as an opening act... what's the word... Um a"fake band."

[I do not have perfect grammar/spelling/punctuation so deal with it please] This is a book full of weekly newsletters! Every week there will be a new update with an over view of the week, clearing up drama and talking about rumors, and talking about nominations and awards. Stay tuned because there's a new update every Friday-Saturday.

[sequel to p.s i love you] i should probably introduce myself. i'm ashton irwin. and i really, really hope this stupid diary thing works.

First she stole his sweater. Then he stole her heart. cover creds to reederistic

This is when I first tell my little secret's rejects. I reject keeping him a secret. And that's when I realize I'm a sex addict and he is too. We rejected to be together... But we have a little secret's rejects. Maybe he and I'll see each other, but if we do that'll be a new reject. He and I are sex addicts that rejected. We did rejects together. Now, I'm alone 'til I find him. Which I know I won't find him in this rehab. It was my imagination to find him here. He might have come to Sydney but it doesn't mean that I'll find him here. Sydney is big. One of my rejects is coming here for him. For the person who rejects me and I reject back. We are the rejects.

*Crystal Jackson had a regular everyday life up until her 10th birthday, when her mom had run out to get her cake but got in a terrible accident causing her death. For the next 7 years Crystals dad had blamed her mother's death on her and beaten her every day for it. The day Crystal is about to pull the trigger she meets a mysterious boy named Michael Clifford will he save her or break her?*

Makayla is the guitarist of a famous pop punk band called Ivy Vandalism. She and Michael live similar lives with similar feelings. What happens when they meet through and interviewer and help each other with finding themselves and staying alive? [TRIGGER WARNING] Will be mentions of suicide, mental health, anxiety, depression, and possibly others. Also cussing and strange/dark humor. Maturity is on only for the trigger warning above. If any scene may be graphic or mention especially those things it will be stated at the beginning. I am very serious with trigger warnings.

collem is in da hoodz with that one bitch named LUEK HAMMINGS....

The adventures of Alex and Calvin

All I remember was a gunshot and everything went black. I woke up in the hospital only to meet a gorgeous boy with beautiful blue eyes. Can he fill in all of the spaces?

"What happened to Calum?" Ana wiped her tears with her messy red hands and whispered painfully. "He's dead."

read it plz

She gave then away . He wanted her. He was their problem. ___________________________________ Sex Cards ➰

in which she's just too afraid of falling out of love © abenlys

memento mori // an object serving as a warning or a reminder of death "what the heck is this?" i ask to charisse as she looked at the thing i hold. "oh my god... where did you get that?" she asked me, worried. "it was on my desk at home" i answered slowly as she took a look at it. "it's like a memento mori for you" she chuckled nervously and i raised an eyebrow at her. "what does that mean?" she paused for a moment, breathing in before telling me. "that thing is like a reminder that you have to die someday, brie" All Rights Reserved @ cliffordspaws