Punklukehemmingsfanfic hikaye

A girl who's never felt at home & a boy who becomes her home.

"When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you. When I met you, I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you I am afraid to lose you."

"He’s angry, dark. Doesn’t feel safe and doesn’t know what to do about it. He wishes he could control his demons, instead of having his demons control him. He’s lost; alone." © mashtonpunks | All rights reserved

" why do you have so many tattoos? " " because they tell the story i never could " All rights reserved (c) Little_Fishies

Charlie Springs was always a good girl. She wasn't the normal rebellious teenager who went to parties and got drunk. She was the loner nerd who always got bullied at her school Luke Hemmings was the exact opposite. Every night was filled with parties, getting drunk, and sleeping with a new girl. When Charlie moves across the world to Sydney Australia, she's in for a huge surprise from her new neighbor, Luke. Will Charlie lose her good girl reputation or completely change Luke's? *This was my first book on wattpad so it's not my best writing but still enjoy and thanks for reading!*

"Love me or hate me both are in my favor. If you love me I will always be in your heart. Hate me and I'll always be on your mind."

"April what were you screaming about last night?" Luke asked April dying to know the reason why he had awoken to the girl he had become very fond of screaming at the top of her lungs in the dead of night. "I just had a nightmare that I saw a ghost." April answered trying not to go in to too much depth. If anyone found out their life would be in jeopardy along with hers. A small smile formed on Luke's face at a nightmare over such a silly thing to have a nightmare over. "You know that ghosts aren't real right?" Luke said and let out a little laugh. April's hand that had been tracing the ink on Luke's skin stopped immediately. "Not that type of ghost." she barely mumbled wanting so badly to tell him everything, but she cared too much to put his life in danger Luke became very confused as he thought of another thing that someone might call a ghost. He was stumped. "What do you mean by 'Not that type of ghost'?" "Luke, ghosts are romanticized to be some creature that lurks in the dark and looks like a big white sheet like Caspar the friendly ghost. Sometimes they are made out to be a human that looks kind of fuzzy. That's not really what they are. They aren't friendly in the slightest. They are the returning and haunting of an image or memory." April paused before continuing "And in my case, the ghost of survivor's guilt can be so unkind." **** COVER COMING SOON BOOK COMING SOON LATE APRIL/MAY this book will include mild amounts of explicit language, drug abuse, violence, murder, and other bad things. please read at your own risk.

Kat Perns was walking down the street innocently, nose tucked in a book, when she was drenched with whipped cream and coffee. Luke Hemmings was not-so-innocently walking down the street, nose tucked in his phone and lips deep in cream topped coffee. Can they find it in themselves and their struggling lives to complete each other's?

Fuck you you fucking cute piece of shit. {Punk luke and Halsey inspired by lolita}

shackled in my embrace; i won't let go of you bad boy!au

"What is love to you?" I looked right into his blue crystals dilating in the moonlight that shone in our room. "For me its a game." My heart dropped at his words. I backed away a bit "Love isn't a game." I managed to keep my voice strong. "Love isn't a game, yet you claimed my heart yet it isn't a prize." He walked up to me.

"Luke, you need to stop smoking it's gonna kill you!" "That's the point princess" hi hello if you don't like it when Michaels famine don't read  

"I'm sorry Luke but I don't want you seeing my daughter anymore." Luke cocks his head back and a grin begins to grow on his face. "Im sorry but, that's just won't work out for me." He lets out a quiet laugh and says, "You see, we're kinda in love."

"since then i swore that i would never be the supporting role, but rather the star.” © payning ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Babe, I don't give a shit about your life problems. I'm just the tattoo artist"

She was 18 and in need of a little place to stay. He was 18 and in need of money. He had a bedroom for let at a reasonable price, a price within her range. When she see's the advertisement she is quick to send in an email. She didn't realize how much complications come with sharing a tiny flat with Michael Clifford. * * * Boxer!Michael Clifford © 2015, Ash (bxndtxbers), All rights reserved