The Book of Clichés

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Cliches. Love them or hate them, they're hard to avoid. But maybe people wouldn't need to avoid them if they were better written?



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"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

❝We were quite a cliche, weren't we?❞ he smirked but I ignored the pang it spread in my chest. ❝We were. But this is real life. We can't hang on fantasies anymore.❞ ❝Then why can't I forget you?❞ Adult life wasn't as easy as Hailey expected. Her job is ungrattifying, she founds herself being flat mate of her college brother and on top of everything, now Nate Herond, her high school boyfriend who broke her heart five years ago is back. (Kissing Series #2)This is the sequel of 'Just Kissing', I recommend reading the first part but it can easily be ready as a stand-alone.

"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

Scandalous (Slow Updates) by abigail_grayson

Love isn't by choice, and neither were there circumstances. But still this odd pair decide to disobey fate, and make some memories that they will forever cherish. ____ "You've outdone yourself, Zayden Stone." "You deserve the best, Jamie Heart."

Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Ellie has lived in Santa Barbara her entire life with her parents and lovely friends. She's had a simple life with no complications and has always kept it that way. In her junior year of high school, she's a little bored of the same old life and is willing to gamble her comfort zone for some fun experiences. And what could be more fun than falling in love? Zach has finally come back home after two years at a boarding school in England and this sweet little troublemaker has come back ten times worse. With a cigarette dancing between his lips, he screams trouble louder than he ever has before. Coming back into town, he's hoping to reunite with his friends. Nathan, Brett, Spencer, Ashley, and Ellie. After finding out that sweet little Ellie is looking for some fun, Zach offers her a bet. If he wins, she has to live with him for a month, in which he guarantees to make her fall in love. If she wins, he'll leave her alone for good. Their history of being best friends can't repeat itself. Not this time. This time, there's more to the two than just friends. This time they're going to bet on it and gamble for love. . . . . . ALL RIGHT RESERVED

*WARNING: Written in 2008, some content may be offensive* Stasee is your typical shy, quiet teenage girl until the night her brother's best friend Damen Hurtz decides to finally acknowledge her existence. In a desperate attempt to gain his acceptance she allows him to take the one thing every girl values most...her virginity. After that night, Damen constantly begins accepting her while they're alone and then rejecting her in front of his peers. Stasee's frustration and confusion continues to grow, as do her feeling toward the man who continues to break her heart. He claims that he cares for her, but will his need for his peer's acceptance prevent him from ever treating Stasee the way he should? And if he finally realizes the stupidity of popularity over love, will Stasee still be waiting for him?

Sarah is your typical good girl. She attends her regular classes and goes home at her prescribed time. Only on the odd couple days she stays behind after an extra couple hours past her curfew. And that's to go to the libary. She's got no friends and according to the barbies of the school she's the schools social outcast. Everyone in school (mainly the girls) thinks that Ashton is a bad boy. This is mainly due to the fact that Ashton tries too hard to be one. Every girl in school has, had or will have a crush on him. The barbies of the school have all 'tried' him and think he's perfect. Especially his 'queen bee' girlfriend Amanda. Sarah knows Ashton isn't a badboy. He knows that too. He can't help but agree with her on that. What he also can't help or understand is how he gets butterflies every time he's close to her. He likes her no doubt, it just takes him a while to figure it out. Same with her. Sarah's parents are out of town until after senior year so Sarah is forced to live with the so called bad boy and his family. Whilst living there Sarah finds herself falling for Ashton. Follow Sarah and her journey as she slowly falls for Ashton. Warning: Major Not-So-Clichè-definitely Clichè Story: Date Started: September 2014 Date Finished: January 2018

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"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

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