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"Is this...the...suicide hotline?"

"I...um, yes?"

"...Are you asking or telling?"

"...Telling?"

"What would you do if I told you I wanted to die?"

"I would beg you not to."

"Would you, stranger? Would you really?"

"I would."


Aurora Glass was raised in a sleepy town, completely sheltered from the darker things in life. That's why she doesn't know how to react when she gets a call from a man looking for a suicide hotline. Out of fear he'll actually commit suicide if he doesn't get help immediately, she lies and pretends to be a hotline worker.

Parker Hollowell is on the edge. He's slipping into the void, but unlike some he's aware of it. In a desperate attempt to save his own life, he calls a suicide hotline. The woman on other end sounds very sketchy and suspiciously young. Not that it matters. He's just glad someone pretends to care about his life and his problems.

When a cynical, depressed man unintentionally lets a bubbly, optimistic woman into his life, he has no choice but to bend to her will and see that maybe, there was more to life then he thought.

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Started: May 2018
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Assistant of Mr. CEO by badbish34

"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.

Teen Helpline [#1 of the Helpline Trilogy] by dariamorgondoffer

❝Hello there, this is Teen Confessions Helpline, what's the problem? Feel free to confess anything you like and we'll be there to help you every step of the way!❞ ❝I know this is heavy but I've been feeling like I kind of...want to kill myself.❞ When Damien Carson, a depressed lonely teenager, calls a teen helpline to find one reason not to kill himself, he meets optimistic and bubbly Harry Potter fangirl Eva Adams. And in a series of phone calls, fangirl freakouts, promises, weird slash fanfictions, and bondings over Harry Potter puns, maybe he'll find a reason after all. a story about heartbreak, suicide, depression, love, friendship and two misfits that fits together like torn halves of a love letter.

Finding My Lost Self [to be edited] by Dark_Starlet

She's sarcastic. She was the girl who never cared what people said. She was far from a romantic; She was Oreo obsessed. She used to beat up people in middle school, and still throws her shoes at them in high school. She was weird, a good weird. She was sensitive, but piss her off and you'll be scared. It was just her and the small, easy life she had. That was until everything had gone down the toilet. That was until her senior year had started.. ~♦~ Monsters are just everywhere, Only a few people are trustworthy. Would you be my savior if I'm lost there? 'Cause with all the greed, there's left no mercy. At some point I'll be so hopeless, At some point I'll get that feeling, That feeling when trying's Worthless, Doors are closed, I'm barely breathing. I need the light, I need a guide, I'll do things with all my might, Smiling is hard, life's not so "cute", You scream and yet, the screams are mute, When lies, evil and mistakes take all the love away... When asked how you feel it's always "I'm Okay," All the hope you had, got lost in the darkness, You're heartbroken, you feel so hopeless... Crying in the silence is the best you can. Everything has changed in a blurry time span... Would I be able to find true Love? Would I be able to ever again Trust? Be My Savior, Please Don't Be late... Give me true love... I hope you understand. My name is Samantha Walters, and that's how my story went... But who knows how it would end? - #11 in Humor Copyright © Dark_Starlet. All Rights reserved.

Dysarthria | Dialogue Story ✔ by HappyEndingWriter

Dys • ar • thri • a difficult or unclear articulation speech that is otherwise linguistically normal - Doubt it? How do you know this blossoming friendship won't turn into something more? Cuz that kind of stuff only happens in Wattpad books. Someone texting or calling the wrong number, they fall in love, meet in person, confess their undying love for each other, happily ever after, the end. Too cliché. Even for me. - Gracie Summers was born with a brain injury which led to dysarthria. She hardly every spoke to anyone outside her family, and even then, she used short sentences. When she receives a text from the wrong number, will she develop feelings for him or succumb to the threats from the girl whose number he was supposed to text that night? {EDITED COMPLETE BY ME / @JULIE_PROOFEDIT } Word count // 20,000 Word count (after editing) // 50,000+ #15 / 26.1K stories in 'truestory' tag {7/21/2022} #1 / 44.5K stories in 'nonfiction' tag {5/17/22} #1 / 302K stories in 'shortstory' tag {5/27/22} #1 / 168K stories in 'call' tag {8/6/22} #1 / 132K stories in 'short' tag {6/8/22} #1 / 186K stories in 'comedy' tag {7/21/24} #8 / 238K stories 'funny' tag {7/22/24}

$The Last Cut {u n d e r c o n s t r u c t i o n} by read_alot$

Cassie's been through a lot. From getting adopted to an abusive alcoholic to now getting a new Step-mother named Karen and Step-brother, named Alex. Cassie can't help but develop feelings for him. Soon, Cassie's real father trys to contact her. She's so confused and broken that all she wants to do is die. She has a date and a time to commit suicide. The day of her suicidal attempt is also the day that Alex is planning to tell Cassie how he really feels about her. That day is also the day when her real father wants to surprise her. That same day is also the day that her abusive father realizes what he's done is wrong and is planning to apologize. Will they make it before Cassie slices through The Last Cut? {WARNING: I WROTE THIS STORY IN 2012 AND I WAS VERY YOUNG. IT WAS MY FIRST STORY AND IT HAS A LOT OF GRAMMAR ERRORS THAT WILL NOT BE FIXED. THIS IS WHY I CREATED A NEW AND IMPROVED VERSION. JUST GO UNDER 'MY WORKS' AND FIND IT. THIS STORY ALSO HAS DISTURBING CONTENT THAT CONTAINS ABUSIVE AND GRAPHIC SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THANK YOU} *UNDER MAIN CONSTRUCTION*

What Now by shaylamariam

Book 2 | Completed | "So, what now?" Lydia asked. "Now...we send his ass back to prison." Sean Williams has been through a lot in the past 5 months. He dealt with the anniversary of his parents' death, a PSYCHO stalker ex-girlfriend, and getting shot by a revenge-seeking corporate competitor who kidnapped the love of his life. Wanting to start fresh, he sold his multi-million-dollar software business, his penthouse, and asked his girlfriend Lydia to move into his new apartment with him....and she said NO. Lydia Preston was experiencing the joys of being in love with her boyfriend Sean, until he popped the question. The "will you move in with me" question. With so many changes in her life, Lydia couldn't bring herself to say yes. Despite her tragic childhood, she finally formed a relationship with her estranged brother, Michael and her birth mother, Dr. Maria Sinclair. However, the biggest feat for her was getting a job at a local coffee-shop and enrolling in NYU to finally pursue her art degree. Trying to find some normalcy in her life, she asks Sean to take the relationship slow. However, when her fathers' unexpected parole hearing comes around due to a terminal illness, she turns to Sean for support. As her father persistently attempts to mend their damaged relationship, more secrets of the past emerge, causing Lydia to question everything. Amazing cover done by @beautifulbliss26 <3 you're the best

The Messenger's Mistake (ONC entry) by Iza_Achell

A young witty city woman naming Lydia McCartney has now entered the afterlife and was on her way to the bridge where newly arrived souls come to know where they headed. All going smooth, seeing a lot of dead people talking how they've died that's great to hear...for some people. When it was Lydia's turn, it become a big shocker! Her name was on the list but she couldn't seem to get through the bridge, things were surely in a buzz which Lydia shouldn't get rid of. The Receptionist at the bridge called to tell Lydia about a mishap in the souls scrolls, known as the to-do-lists of the reapers that was now currently mended by the messengers. But still, it wasn't the answer to Lydia's question on why she couldn't get across until a newbie messenger, Thalia, secretly admitted to her that it was her who made the mistake and wanted to seek for Lydia's help to fix it in able to get her not-so-dead life back. Of course both of Thalia and Lydia's time were running out so they gotta move fast and find that lost message in time. Question is, can they do it before its too late? Can Thalia be able to mend her clumsy mistake? Can Lydia get her sweet life back without any demons prowling around? *This Story is an entry to the ONC 2024...so hope you people enjoy reading it and never forget to support the hard work! Thank you❤️*

𝑀𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒶🌸 by thatoneauthor__

"So, Kaden-" "It's Kade." "Which I'm assuming is short for Kaden, so I'm gonna call you Kaden." She says with a smile, making a little dimple pop on her right cheek. "You look like a fancy business kinda dude. Are you a Mafia Don? You gonna kill me?" She interrogates. Fuck this. I stand up, grabbing my suit jacket and walking towards the door. "Ah, no discussing in public places. You wanna take this somewhere private." She says, following me making me grunt in annoyance. "Aye, no touching my goodies, alright? I know Karate." She warns. ~~~~~~ lol i suck at writing descriptions just read it <3

Make Me Perfect by OnceUponATime73

Your suicide? Oh please, daddy. That didn't change me. I'm only trying to please you, trying to be perfect. And trust me, I've achieved perfection. I ran my school. If there was a crown, I'd be wearing it. I had all the guys on top of me, all the insecure little nitwits wrapped tightly around my finger. We still have your money, so I'm rich, gorgeous, thanks to your wonderful features, my dear father, and I was popular. I was perfect beyond belief. Now you; your secret still horrifies me. Why did you take your life? Your family so dearly loved you. I will find out, just for you, and so that you will say that I'm perfect in every which way as you watch down on me. Or up at me, whatever side of your wonderful personality the Lord took. However, my father, there is this new kid. I can't seem to remember his name. He's the silent type, perfect prey for my friends and I. But he's different. In fact I have made a deal with him. He'll help me solve your mystery, daddy, on one condition; I change my ways. He's such a joke, a cute joke. Oh what must I be saying, he's absolutely insane. I don't need to change my ways, I'm perfect. If anything, I should be helping him. Oh I remember now, father. Aiden. Aiden is trying to perfect me. What a laugh, isn't it? Perfecting something that's already perfect.

Suicide Tree || ✓ by SagaBP

❝They say it was suicide❞ When Scarlett and her friend discovered three bodies hanging from the age old willow tree, the town deemed it as suicides. A family tragedy. Nothing more. But then she discovers a note written by the killer. And then she receives more notes. Each detailing an event in her past which only she could have any knowledge of. Someone has been stalking her from the moment she stepped foot in this town. Someone close to her. Someone she trusts. She doesn't know what they want. She doesn't know who they are. For Scarlett, things only get stranger. Her boyfriend begins acting up, the murders are messier and more obvious and she has a complicated relationship with her best friend's brother who, as it turns out, is the only person she can truly trust anymore. As the dead bodies pile up, Scarlett is thrust deeper and deeper into the complicated past, and her chances of making it out alive are slowly diminishing. [Rated Mature for strong language, somewhat graphic depictions of violence and: TW for suicide, depression, self-harm and mental illness. The TW are due to a side character and not the main character.]

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Assistant of Mr. CEO

"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.