LIVING WITH A BAD BOY
Chapter 18 Katie's POV Jake and I stood in the pit at the very front. It was cramped, but I didn't care. Jake enjoyed it. He sang and held onto me tightly so I could drift away in the large crowd.
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Chapter 18 Katie's POV Jake and I stood in the pit at the very front. It was cramped, but I didn't care. Jake enjoyed it. He sang and held onto me tightly so I could drift away in the large crowd.
"Jinx," I heard Cherry's voice from beside me. I took off my headphones and left it hanging on my neck. Music immediately flowed into my ears.
Hart cradled my face in his hands as he leaned down and locked his lips with mine. Of all my seventeen years of existence, I had never felt a sensation like this. It was about time.
Chapter 1 (Kassandra Pov.) I was in my room listening to Justin Bieber. When my best friend Elexus text me. *Hey. Guess what!* *What?* *Santiago asked me out!.
Chapter 1 (This is a 1D fanfic, but it's more than that. You don't have to be a Directioner to like this story. Please give it a chance.) "Niall stop it!" I giggled.
{ This is the prologue of one of my newest stories on Wattpad, thought I'd share and see what you guys think. } Dear Isabella Grace Garcia, I'm writing this letter hoping you'll never read it...
I examined the labels on each box, wanting to unpack in a certain order. I found the box that was labeled 'Bed and Bedside' and ripped the tape off.
The jolly pair trotted ahead, bumping elbows, completely engrossed in each other. He said something and she threw her head back laughing a brilliant clear laugh, white neck exposed to the night.
Okay so I'm decided to do a new story. I'm going to add celebrities this time. Here are the main characters: Miley Cyrus:Emilia Doran. (She says Milly Eden though,you'll see why).
I was either in awe or scarred for life. Both, maybe. I stared wide-eyed at the boy. He looked like he was uncomfortable, and I could probably guess why.
"Day dum. Da da. Dum day dum" You sing to me. With the piano riff echoing behind. Through the rainy window, see. Still too young to fail And to scared to say "I love you". When should I call you...
Chapter Forty One Everything Hurts Caden lied on his bed, while letting his phone ring.
It all started the night of 1941. Rose Miller was out at night walking by the beach by herself. It was chilly outside and she had started to get cold.
There was once a boy and a girl that were absolutely crazy for each other. They understood everything about each other; they were a perfect couple.
"Em, choose a color for your eyes," Paul said. I sighed. "Hang on a second." I finished the round with a shriek and a laugh, looking at Sally. Then, I turned around, making my face go blank.
Sally and I stayed there for a good ten minutes, before we gave in to Paul's begging. A little bit of pleasure came from making him upset. I noticed it, and knew it was wrong.
Sally came in and hugged me tight. "What's going on?" She whispered. I told her about what Paul had done when she'd been in the kitchen. She stared at me, shaking her head.
We hung out yesterday. Me, him, Sally, Carrie, and later Heather, at Sally's mom's house. First, he and I played chess and he won after about seven minutes.
Anthony - I shoved my bags roughly into the locker, pulling out the right things that I needed for the first few lessons.
Two years pass since I left my home I thought about the love I once had with Cristina but I know she is better off with Manfredo. As I walked around the city I noticed Manfredo.
Two years pass since I left my home I thought about the love I once had with Cristina but I know she is better off with Manfredo. As I walked around the city I noticed Manfredo.
Chapter 17 I sat in the car, wondering where Perry had got to. I guess he really hated me now. He shouldn't hate me though, I stopped him from ending up in hospital.
Oh my gosh... ... I'm on the phone with Paul. He's been making snide comments about Tom lately, and he made another one under his breath.
I was tired. And grumpy. I just wanted to go to bed and sleep. As I began to change into a tshirt and sweatpants, my phone buzzed. It was a text. ‘Can you talk?’ I didn’t want to talk.