Alcholics Stories

He barely notices me. He's basiclly perfect, But the only glances we catch is when he notices my existence. And they are my heaven. If only he knew me. I've never fit in. Not 'skinny'. Not 'pretty'. Not enough makeup on. Always get told 'your hair id weird like that'. If they did talk to me they would run om 30 seconds. It was very hard for me to make friends. I have one. My eyes are what scares people. My eyes are hazel. Brown, Black, and Grey/ Some are thich, some are thin. My skin is light ivory. My hair is blue and black. And one day he actullay noticed me. But what happens when she gets mad? She turns. And he gets the bad side of it. NOTE. Steal my fucking story and I wll cut you and make you into a cupcake. With NO FROSTING.

They were born into power, wrapped in wealth, and raised to be untouchable. At Cormon High, loyalty is fragile, love is dangerous, and legacy is everything. They flirt like it's a game, drink like it's armor, and detach before anyone gets too close. They're the heirs to everything... and the owners of nothing real. Flirt. Drink. Detach. Survive.

i have made a story about my life, it may be a bit sad or just misunderstood. and i cant remember everything. so i am sorry

A short story about a woman who had her last sunny day.

This is a book in progress and will be updated. Audrey Cooper is a victim of physical abuse by her father which put her in a depressed state for 2 years. After meeting Dilyn she's been clean of everything for the last 6 months until one night at 2 am she opened that god awful medicine cabinet and started sinking back into depression. After an emergency hospital visit, Dilyn almost lost her and is informed that this won't be the last time. She doesn't have much time left, so what will he do about it? Can he save her, or watch her suffer? Find out in this twist of drama and romance.