Burnt mga kuwento

Sequel to Gossip, Lies, and Secrets. April was found not guilty of killing Shelly due to lack of evidence. Lisa got sent to the hospital and got surgery. Everything is fine. Lisa moved in with April and is moving with her family. The two start going to a new school, and think everything is alright, but like April is told. They harassment won't go away, and they made sure of it. The texting group is back. But this time there after April, Lisa, and there two new friends. Will the figure out who the texters are? Did April really kill Shelly? Will there be murders? Read and Find out. Quote of the Book : Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.

Savannah monroe, hates it when her anger gets the better of her, but this time she messed up...BIG TIME. she let her anger spiral out of control causing serious damage to a sister she "loved". Read "the girl who burnt... her sister

Part Two of 'These Dark Thoughts' This is a poetry book for me to vent my feelings. Don't expect much..

He's a badass. She's a goodie two-shoes. He's a player. She's never had her first kiss. He's Dean Carter. She's Hannah Mitchell.

My name's Jayden Williams--Jae for short. I used to be normal. Well, as normal as any seventeen year old highschooler would be. But that was before I moved to this superrich city/town kind of place. That was before I started going to Robert's Academy (the school for the prissy and rich). And before I realized I could talk to animals. So, it's safe to say normal just disappeared from my vocabulary. But, it gets worse. Because then, I start getting weird powers and it turns out I'm part angel. Only it's apparently a lot more complicated then that. So, yeah. Normal? Not me.

lilith just wanted to leave a stain on the world.

This is the beginning of a story I thought up when sitting in class; trying to think of something (anything!) to write about. I picked the most random thing I could think of (burnt toast), and went with it. I hope you enjoy it, as this is officially the first thing I have posted on Wattpad! I may continue this story if ya'll want me to. Feel free to tell me your thoughts!

What happens when you love your best friend - even worse - your guy best friend? Well that is exactly what happened to Harry Styles - member of popular boy-band, - One Direction. He falls deeply in love with his best friend, Louis Tomlinson, convincing himself that it was nothing more than a crush. He eventually confronts himself with his own feelings and looking into it a little more that before. Harry likes to think that there is a small chance Louis liked him back but there was only one problem - Louis had a girlfriend.

Rising Colors is off to a good start until tragedy strikes and controversy sparks over whether or not it should stay open.

A demonic siren. A women who prays on taken men, luring them to their home and singing a hypnotic song that lures the man and their other half to their death. What happens when she lures one of the Volturi's criminals? What happens when she gets a visit from the King's? What happens if she is their mate? {Set after Breaking Dawn P2}

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These are poems all starting with 'Roses are red'

He thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She wished that she could say the same thing. | © 2014 all rights reserved | teenlord |

When Madison Mooney encounters an attack with acid, she almost dies. But as she gets given a second chance in life, everything comes crumbling down. Until she meets a boy named Zac, who shows her the true meaning of living.

All at once but all too slowly I felt my lungs constrict in absolute anguish. The melancholy I had once held has now evolved into absolute dread. I now had so dearly wished I had stayed in my depressive state, this terror I feel ripping into my chest is unbearable. My pulse has erratically risen to a tempo of an unrecognizable state. If there was a deity I could pray to I would; my sins must be cleansed before my absolute doom. Inside my head I am screaming and yelling for anyone to come and save me, my body is unresponsive to any signal my brain wishes to send. I try to calm myself with distractions but all resistance is futile. The absolute worse series of events is occurring, and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. My terror is overwhelming and as she walks in I focus on one thing, one insignificant thing that I will distract myself with. I smell the fragrance of dark coffee.