Sleazy Stories

Beck's big brother comes to Hollywood Arts. Meanwhile, Jade is sick in bed.

He moved to New York City with a broken heart and a pair of drumsticks. She's the kind of girl people stare at but never really see. When Mitchell transfers schools mid-year after losing his mother, he expects to blend into the background. But one hallway, one moment, and one girl change everything. Set against the grungy backdrop of 2024 NYC, this is a slow-burning story of quiet longing, toxic love, aching friendship, and what it means to be seen. Gritty, tender, and laced with the haze of late-night music and unspoken feelings, this is a love story-but not the kind you're used to.

Jasper Smith, a troubled rich boy who wants nothing to do with his family name, hates his dad, kicked out of 3 schools, suspended more times than you can count, finally moves to a small town called Brookside Valley where he was counting the days till he gets kicked out again but maybe hoping for something different. New people, new school, fresh record. No problems. Scarlet Andrews, an outgoing, adventure loving, social butterfly. The guys love her, the girls either envy her or want to be her and the teachers think she is tolerable. Sort of. She is exactly the sort of girl every guy would only dream to be with. A dirty sense of humor, would actually watch sports and understands them, loves video games and beats all of them in it - It bruises their ego but they put it aside - and she doesn't hide her hunger. Ever. After punching Jasper in the face in order to skip class he finds that Scarlet is exactly what he was missing in his old schools. A reason to stay. Her happy go lucky facade wasn't going to work on him and he had every intention to find out what she was hiding. This is a story about love, life, friendship, something about a pizza cake, a pool catching fire and the endless supply of high school drama.

A young woman's life after her husband's demise is changed drastically. Does the grief change her character or not, forms the crux of the story.

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Ray Jefferson is transferred to a new High School in the middle of a school year. Nobody knows who he is, where he is from or why he is always looking over his shoulder. His mysterious past is slowly starting to affect his present. Is he the one who should be scared or the one others should fear?

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 She always knew she was special, meant for great things, meant to take over the world. She believed she could get whatever she wanted, whenever and however she wanted. She was vehemently sure of who she was; QUEEN; Damn yes she was, the owner of the fucking world. People may see her as a normal 19 year old but little did they know how deceiving she could be. She was what you would call "a wolf in sheep's clothing". She was the Devil herself. 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

"When Life gives you lemons make lemonade"..so they say. But making lemonade isn't easy. We hear so many hurtful words. So many things said behind our backs. This is a collection of poems, I've made. Some through experience others from what I see going on in the world. Nearly all poems have a meaning behind them (so no hate please). xX P.s Enjoy ^_^ Xx P.s Feedback is really appreciated ! :) Vote_Comment_ :)

The sound of put putting could be heard about half a mile away from the small gas station, the young brunette headed girl glanced out the window, just in time to find the source of the bothersome noise. An average sized rust red colored, square bodied pickup truck pulled into the 2nd gas pump. As the shadowed figure behind the tinted glass of the drivers side window moved forward, what she assumed was reaching for the keys, the put putting of the truck stopped. With the old rusted trucks whining now silenced all that was left, was the quiet hum from the highway as vehicles continued to pass by.

I liked it when he touched me, when his hands slid between my thighs. I liked his neck kisses, when he whispered my name. I liked his hugs, his smile, his laughter. I liked it when he called my name. I could go on narrating things I liked about him. But none of these made me think it was love, or was I too blind to see ? What is Love ?