Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

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sometimes connecting with someone is more powerful than the human species gives it credit for. sometimes it can be too much. something new to touch can be hard to let go. but something new to touch isn't always easy to hold. easy love, easy come, easy go. what happens in the wrong time when you give the right person your heart to hold. their story is one that cannot easily be explained, none the less told. so read at your own risk. in the comfort of your own home.

Two years later. What struggles will Jc and Ali have to face? Are they strong enough? Or will love actually conquer all?

A fan fiction about Jc Caylen. Inspired by the fan fictions Dark (Harry Styles) and Danger (Justin Bieber). ' -- “Ali, you know that´s why they call him reckless.” Alice said and looked serious. “That´s just rumors.” I said defensively. “So you´re not afraid of him?” She asked and looked me straight in the eye. “No.” I said. But I lied. I got goose bumps just by the thought of his face. I was terrified of him.

❝ I am drawn to beauty and the darkness. I like it when you see devils being nice and angels getting pissed off.❞ She's a wolf in the closet, and she's about to be let out. Love triangle between Daryl, a girl, and Negan. From the author of Arrowhead.

SOBxRBE- Keep It On The Real All Rights Reserved 2018 © I do not own the rights to any song added in the multimedia.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

" Setting fire to our insides for fun, Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong, the lovers that went wrong. " - Daughter // Youth This is my story about my toxic lover, and this book is for all those who, like me, loved the wrong lovers; the toxic ones. The lovers who have made you weak and vulnerable by blinding you with a wrong belief of the meaning of "love", and played you like a puppet on a string.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!