Calumhoodfanfiction Stories

I looked around, trying to figure out one's personality thru what he drinks. Where am I going at this anyway? Riley's late - way late. And I'm left here all alone, getting uncomfortable feelings with this complete stranger. (Originally written as an imagine story; posted on Instagram at PENGUINSIMAGINES as an Imagine for Calum Hood of 5 Seconds of Summer. This is the story form of the Imagine with a name not Y/N but still a Calum story.) As on February 12, 2022 #8 IN 5SECONDSOFSUMMERIMAGINE #47 IN 5SOSFANFICTION #72 IN MICHELLE As of March 21, 2022: #8 in 5SECONDSOFSUMMERPREFERENCE As of December 2024: #11 in 5SECONDSOFSUMMERPREFERENCE #25 in 5SOSPREFERENCE #27 in 5SECONDSOFSUMMERIMAGINE #39 in CALUMHOODFANFICTION #105 in 5SOSFANFICTION #53 in PICNIC VOTE. COMMENT. SHARE. FOLLOW. Say hi on Instagram: @mikeespersonal

Book three of the disorder series X anxiety [ang-zahy-i-tee] noun, plural anxieties. 1. distress or uneasiness of mind caused by fear of danger or misfortune X I don't like people.

rose hated herself. ashton thought she was more beautiful than a butterfly. {COMPLETED - SEQUEL STARTING NOW}

Lola is a troubled teen. Feeling unhappy is all she knows. All she wants to feel whole. Calum hood is in a band. Being a star leaves him feeling lost. All he wants is to feel whole.

"You may think actors are what make up a movie... But, wow, you couldn't have been more wrong." Copyright 2015 to theconsultingnerd. Book 2 of the Publicity Series.

I never thought I would be getting this job. But everything changed since I got it.

Dear Karma, I got it. Love does exist and I swear I will never EVER laugh at lovesick couples again. I won't even call love a disease again but please cure me and let my belly again be full of pizza instead of butterflies. Because seriously I can't stand the feeling. Sincerely Solea Ps: Ignore what I said above. Thanks for giving me the chance to LOVE .

a story in which a girl falls develops a strong infatuation with her maths tutor. all rights reserved to irwindrugs © 2014

~ the devil is real and he isn't a little red man with horns and a tail ~ ~ he can be beautiful because he is a fallen angel and used to be gods favorite ~

The story of the "Cinderella" of Australia. Copyright © starrylucas Cover by starrylucas

Anna Underwood is a 16year high school student with a boring life and excellent grades. She always has things planned ahead of time up in till 4 year ago she met a rude boy called Calum Hood with too many tattoos who ruined and saved her life.

Why am I here? Why am I alive? I pinch myself hoping to wake from the cold darkness, only to find myself still awaiting freedom. Freedom that does not exist in the darkness. I'm shaking. Screaming. My arms around my head, covering my ears. I can't seem to grasp what's happening. I fall, feint and weak, to the ground. Unable to function properly. I weakly put my arms out in front of me, hoping to find something to clutch. the shuffling of the leaves around me make me shake, only convincing me further that I am far from sane.

"everybody knows you can't overdose on music" c.h. © pvnkgrvnge

"it's all your fault michael"

[Includes strong language] I've seen many days like this, children running on the hard cobblestone shouting, "I need a doctor! My mother has not but two more days to breathe!" As their hot tears streamed down their porcelein, thin faces. Humanity was dying, the world seemed as if it was reaching the end. My parent yet, had not fallen ill, but they did not have anything to support me. Right as the sun rose from it's hiding, a knock arose, pounding on our oak wood door, "You lads cannot supply this scag of food any longer." The tall, broad, Scottish guard took ahold of my thin arm. A dirk was visually attached to his vest of armor, "But she's too old to be taken to the orphanage, 18 in December she'll be!" My mother tried to reason with him, "We know of her age, lassie. We taken her to the castle that holds Prince Calum, sure she'll find plenty of work there." Before my mother could say another word, I was torn from her touch. The guards held tightly to my forearms, I was too weak to fight. Every breathe of air felt compressed, they weren't wrong in a way, my family had not but scraps to feed me every day. They shut the large iron door, attached to the large crate I was placed in, "I reckon Prince Calum will have fun with her." The same Guard chuckled devilishly.

The hottest love has the coldest end Ongoing series |ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Michael69Clifford 2014