Lovedrunk Stories

Lydia Grace and Harry Styles are anything but alike. Lydia works at an organization for kids with Cancer. Harry likes partying and getting wasted. But what happens when their worlds collide? Will Lydia change Harry for the better? And what about when they start to develop some feeling they've never felt before towards each other?

So, it's poetry. And I'm honestly not a writer, more of a reader. But I just need to get this chaos inside of me, out! It's a lot of things, all at once, but maybe this will help me get my crap together.

An outcast teen's journey towards discovering herself and learning the hard truth- Win Some,Lose Some. Will she finally get over the fairytale she dreams of living? Or will reality prove better than a fairytale?

just read the story

Harry is in it...sooooo

And perhaps, we never forget because the universe don't want us to.

All of Me... loves all of you. Your first love is someone whose presence alone makes you high... which also means that it oftentimes leads to a crashing end, due to unrealistic ideals and actions.

In a place for runaways and misfit toys, A castle for reckless girls and troubled boys, I knew a lonesome lad with glassy eyes Who lost his life trying to touch the skies. sailing_saints ©️ 2018

"I could soothe the pain. Let me be your alcohol to protect your wound if you just endure the sudden first pain. Let me be your kool-aid. I could take away your sadness. Let me be your gravity. Just fall for me. Let me be your syringe. I'll heal you from the inside. Or better yet, let me be your penicillin. Let me kill whatever's killing you inside. Sincere, just let me be your everything. If not, then better be your slave." ©

This book is about a typical teenage love. Between a girl loving and a boy wanting nothing but sex it's just your typical summer.

A man figure appeared from the door through the dark. At first, I couldn't quite see him but as he appeared into light, he sat down on a chair in front of me. He had a rime of grey, sand-rough stubble as though he hadn't shaved for days but he seemed to be at peace with it. and his eyes; They were a dazzle with wonder over a friendly smile. Ha had a Devil-may-care outlook and swashbuckling personality, Titan's shoulders. "Hello ma'am, you must be Cassie." Deep voice. He was wearing ritzy clothes. His only blemish was that his eyebrows knitted in frustration, handsome in an understated way. He had a good pair of biceps that showed over his folded sleeves; spoke of strength. He looked as if he were from a Sherlock-Holmes series.

How many times does this happen a week? How much more of this can I put up with? When is the end? I know I can't leave him, I LOVE HIM. Yes the 3 words, 8 letters, I said it. I just wish it would all stop.

Ishte e shtune,nga ato te shtunat e zakonshme ku mengjesi fillon me nje kafe dhe nje pakete cigare.Ulem diku dhe filloj mendoj sesi ishte mbremja e djeshme.Them me vete se ka qene nga ato mbremjet qe as ne telenovela nuk mund te xhirohen pasi jane vertete te veshtira per tu realizuar.Sa here kujtoj sesi u futa ne shtepine tende pas ores 00:30 kur ne dhomen ngjitur ishin prinderit e tu dhe ne dhomen tjeter ne me vjen te qesh embelsisht dhe te mendoj se jemi te cmendur.E vleresoj guximin tend per te dale e per te me hapur deren e shtepise pasi kaperceva murin e lart sa per pak nuk rash me koke e te vdisja ne vend.Pasi hyme brenda ne dhome dhe filluam te perqafoheshim si te cmendur pasi kishim qe ne fund te shkolles qe nuk takoheshim ,na vinin ndermend te gjitha budalliqet,zenkat,dhe cdo gje tjeter qe kishim bere.Pasi kaluan 3 ore dhe une duhet te ikja ,shpirti nuk na ndahej..por gjithsesi une duhet te ikja por per tu kther prape per disa kohe dhe perseri do te vertitesha nga muri.

I published this a while back as Her for us. But as I reread it I decided to make a few unnoticeable changes.

A shy 17 year old girl is at a party with one of the most popular boys in school. He then hands her a drink and one thing lead to another and she got so drunk and crashed her car into a tree. Thankfully the her boyfriend's best friend saved her from the car explosion. Justina then falls in love with him. What will happen next? Sorry I suck at writing about the story Don't Drink and Drive

TBH be ready