Girlonboy Stories

This story is about a lonely boy who struggles with self harm, until one day when he meets the one girl that might change his entire future.

A story based on true events. Dayana meets new kids this school year and let's just say she falls pretty hard.

8 mortals and 2 angles Millions of monsters and demons to defeat Millions of other mortals to protect But you can't protect them all And that alone can break people

Jasmine is a walking cliché. She's beautiful, but has no self esteem. She's funny, but only has one friend. She's sarcastic, but is too shy to speak. And, of course, she is a huge nerd. Hunter is yet another unbelievable cliché. He's drop-dead gorgeous, but arrogant. He's a player, but only for the reputation. He's silly, but tries desperately to hide it. And, of course, he is the mysterious bad boy. When these two hopeless stereotypes are forced together by the works of fate, also known as their english teacher, they slowly begin to break down each other's walls and see the people underneath the facade. But fate isn't nice, and life isn't fair. When their dark pasts start to unravel, Jasmine and Hunter find out exactly how hard it is to love, especially when you are a cliché. ----------------------------- WARNING: Very Cliché. Also mild language. • The story won't say the word 'cliché' so much as in the description, I know it's annoying reading the same word over and over. • The ending may or may not be predictable. I haven't even decided yet. • Enjoy!!

STRANGER THINGS FANFICTION Emily Wheeler is the seventeen-year old cousin of Mike and Nancy. After her single mother put herself back into rehab, Emily moved in with her cousins in Hawkins. At Hawkins High School, Emily's life changes, for the better, when she meets Eddie Munson, and a certain Robin Buckley. *Contains coarse language*

"Dalia, do you know what I really, truly, want?" Halsey asked me as she inched herself closer to where I sat rigidly. "I, I don't." I stuttered, my breath hitching when she abruptly grabbed my chin and tilted it up so I was inches from her face. "I want you to wrap your tiny hands around my stick shift."