Oreos Stories

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Aeliah kollister is a ... girl who pass through a rough teenage full of betrayal , romance, drama, and most importantly oroes madness with her best friends and her twin brother will she overcome what she has become or will she be abadonned in the end. Oh and she has 12 siblings . This is my first book and I got inspiration from my friend magicj160 . I really would like if you read the book ... it's going to be funny, crazy and not predictable at all

Zelda and Rocky are best friends, and got sent to a different school for smarter students. How will their awkward attitudes fit into the new school?

Poetry at midnight with @Zeichks

Just some truth or dare questions. Please comment with any ideas!

it's really good you should try it and if you have any questions feel free to ask.

Read the first page and only vote for the team is your on. Cookie? Cream?

"Don't you want me... to teach you?" asked slowly. . . . Sasuke saw her directly to her emerald eyes, with his head deep between them before separating them on two. Then oh, yes- he started licking with all the clam of the world. Enjoying the flavor. That sweet. To the point of having to suck until feel satisfied and ending with bites of everything.... Yeah, cookies were the best. . SasuSaku Read under your on risk of not getting the ending that you wished for.

"What do you mean we ran out of coffee?" I ask as my eyes nearly pop out of my socket. Don't judge me, it's coffee. "Seriously, it's just coffee," Ryan comments, sitting on the couch. "Are you kidding me? I have OCD, dude." "What? OCD?" Ryan asks, looking confused. "Yes and it's really serious. My psychologist has advised me to take daily pills for it," I reply with my eyes glistening with fake tears. "Oh my God! I didn't know that. I am really sorry, Jazz," Ryan replies, getting up from the couch and squeezing my hands in comfort. "If I can do anything, please tell me," Ryan adds. "Yes, please get me two cups of coffee. Remember to add condensed milk and make a beautiful pattern. Preferably a heart," I reply with a smirk. "W-What?" Ryan asks, looking between me and a face-palming Al. "You got tricked by Jazz, Ray. She has an OCD: Obsessive Coffee Disorder. Her psychologist is the barista and by pills, she meant coffee. Any barista would advise their customers to come back again," Al or Alexia explains. NOW, you are allowed to judge me. "You couldn't have told me that sooner?" Ryan asks, grumbling. "Aww! I am not sorry for tricking you Ray. But seriously, dude, you are not going back on your words. Now bring me my coffee, quick!" I try to exit the dramatic way but since I am the epitome of clumsiness, I don't look where I am going and crash straight into the door. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jassmine Arora is a 23 year old Indian girl, who's been studing in the USA since the past six years. Pretty simple, right? But who said she can't be clumsy, have an OCD and an addiction for Oreo? Throw in a best friend, superb grades, and coffee. Did I mention Coffee? With a new Barista in the town, things are about to get heated and mind it, we are not talking about Jazz's hot friend COFFEE, but the 25 year old New Yorker - Xander Lennox. *Bagged second place in the Geranium Awards in humor category.*

Frank and Gerard's lives are changed when they first meet at school.

Picture this; Your curled up on the sofa with your mum, watching 'Mr & Mrs Smith' You hear door open upstairs. It can't be your sister, she is on holiday with her boyfriend. And it can't be your brother, he is having his driving test. And it can't be a dog or cat. Purley because you don't have one. You think for a moment. "I will be back in a minute." you say as your mum loosens her tight cuddle. You creep up the stairs. Questions running through your head. is it a robber? A dangerous criminal? Why is this person hear? What do they want from me? You finally reach your bedroom door. It is slightly ajar. Forgetting that this could be a person armed with guns and weapons, you step in. There is a hot boy stood in the centre of your room. He looks at you wide eyed with about 6 of YOUR oreos in his mouth. And another 2 packets of them in is pockets. This boy isn't dangerous. But in my eyes he is criminal. He. Ate. My. Oreos.

In a way I've known there was something wrong with me since the very beginning. Alas, the doctors confirmed it. So I took action. I began living my life each day as though it would be my last. And me being me, I ended up in jail, as well as on the news.