Lovedrunk Stories

So This Is My First Time Writing !! Its About A Girl Who Been Though It All With Her Jerk Of A Ex Boyfriend But A New Boy Comes Along And Tries To Open Her Back Up But Will The EX Let Her Move On While She Has Found Something Better?

Call me addicted, but I can't get enough of you.

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?

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

just read the story

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.

Roses literally just roses which reminds me of him. Nothing less than a beautiful red rose.

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.

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.

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

There are times when I’m not sure what it is. I’m not sure what to think of the situation. Love. It’s crazy. One moment, I’m ready to pull my hair out and his too. But I guess its just me, I’m that emotional. I’m sensitive I let my fears get in the way of my happiness. I have a past and a cloudy future. I think too much… I love to much. I cry a lot and im kinda crazy. But this, this is me. This is my, NO, actually OUR STORY.

A small book of one shots for our favorite couple, Scrooge and Goldie. For all the Scroldie fans (Cover was made by @itsdetectiveliz at Tumblr and I don't own this)

TBH be ready

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.