Short Cake.Those two words is enough to just piss me off. Why? Because this jerk won't stop calling me that.Okay, so I dropped ice cream on him once. Once! And next thing you know, he's everywhere calling me short cake. "Hi, short cake.""What are you doing short cake?""Bye, short cake."----Meet a quirky, outgoing girl named Violet. She's not afraid to speak her mind and has quite the temper.Accidentally dropping her ice cream on this hot guy named Cameron is her worst mistake yet.But what happens when feelings change towards one another, creating something different? "You'll just have to find out, short cake.""For the last time, that's not my name!!"
ou quand il y a mieux qu'une prise d'otages comme première rencontre... ou pas. 100 % AU.
Casey. A girl who is a adopted and has not one memory of her past. She goes to a house to live with her adoptive parents. She also has to live with 4 other children, also adopted. Casey stays at that house for 11 years but has to leave. She is left the take care of her 4 siblings and she has to strugle to keep herself alive. Why doesn't she remember anything? Why did she run away?Meet Casidey she is a mystery figure till we figure out who she is. Read my story to figure out the rest. Hope you like it!
They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story...Book 2 of Room 234's virgin
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It's that time of year again, Christmas. Time to deck the halls, shop till you drop and make a terrible year worth it - atleast that's the plan for Emilly and Ryan.Emilly, a stressed out student who is five months away from graduating.Ryan, a shy first year university student with a love for photography.During the most festive time of the year these two strangers just can't stop running into each other.It is fate pull them together or just a funny coincidence?23/12/23Note: This is entirely my own original. If plagiarized, you shall be dealt with accordingly.
Sometimes, don't you feel just a bit ordinary? As if there's nothing special about you. That's exactly how 13 year old Eliza feels.
Music faintly played from my truck radio as I sat and toyed with my cigarette. The bed of my truck was cold on my ass made it numb. I took another drag out of my cigarette listening to the wind through the forest. I looked up at my childhood home, my own personal hell. I looked up at the top left room and saw my brother's battered dinosaur curtains. I sadly smiled as I remembered how much he begged me for curtains so the monsters couldn't see him. He was always scared of the forest that engulfed our house. Our house was isolated from everyone, and at night it felt like you were in this deep dark abyss. The only thing that pierced through those terrible nights was our flickering porchlight which made ominous shadows against the grass and trees. I sighed and took another drag from my cigarette. The hum of my truck was the only comfort I had left. Fuck. The smell of gas and blood swirled around me making my stomach twist and turn. This was all real. I closed my eyes to keep tears from spilling and tried to remember why. Why it had to be this way.
What happens when 5 rich people get invited the mystery manor and finds out someone in the manor is a killer, who will survive?6 differnt short pars to make a completed book. Part 1- The butlerpart 2- Why are we here?part 3- whats happening!Part 4- We never made it.Thanks for suport ~JimJam x