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Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.

Discription: Love "It's been years since you left... but this heart? It still beats only for you. I don't know what you did to it, but it's ruined for anyone else. This stupid, stubborn heart only wants you-to see you, feel you, touch you. I'll tear the world apart to find you. I'll burn it all down, if I must. Because you are my life. The soul of this hollow body. My light in this unbearable darkness. My hope. My home. I will find you. And when I do-you'll be mine. Only mine. This heart beats for you. This body exists for you to touch. This soul aches for you to feel. No one else has the right to me. Not my body. Not my life. Not a single piece of me. Because everything I am belongs to you-just as you belong to me. If anyone dares look at what's mine, I'll blind them. If they dare touch what's mine, I'll cut them down. If they try to steal what's mine, I'll make their life a living hell. This man is mad for you. I will lose my mind without you. Just a little longer... And you'll be mine. And this? This isn't obsession. This is destruction, rebirth, and devotion- in the name of love." --- Taekook ff Warning ⚠️ Mafia ff Side ship Violence Psycho behaviour Death 💀 Mpregnant Possessiveness Jealously Mature content *THIS story is only for entertainment purposes do not take it seriously, i only toke character's name and pictures so do not compare them to reality.* *Do not copy* Enjoy reading 😊

Did he think he can escape from them? Never. This is his destiny. He ran away from this life. Far and far away from them . But they won't let him go . They will find him again and when they do ........ They will never let him go again. I am not good at description. So please give my book a chance. 😅🥺 This isn't a polymary story btw.

1.9.2011 - 3:27 A.M. My mind is killing me with simply over thinking. I need sleep. 1.10.2011 - 9:03 A.M. Have you ever wanted to cry? But yet no tears came out? To scream but you couldn't even say a word? To stay together as your heart broke into pieces? 1.10.2011 - 12:37 P.M. The worst part is that they believe I'm okay. 1.11.2011 - 4:10 A.M. Somebody asked if I missed who I was before this. And I said yes. But I lied. How am I supposed to know if I don't remember happiness? 1.13.2011 - [blood splattered] I am so sorry that I had to [smudge from tears and ink] myself. I didn't think anyone else [blood] 1.13.2011 - 3:17 P.M. Just because I'm alive doesn't mean I'm alive. 1.14.2011 - 4:50 A.M. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I [blood] 't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. 1.15.2011 - 3:18 A.M. Pain Pain Go away Slit my wrists Watch me fade Pain pain End this game Slit my throat End this today 1.17.2011 - 4:01 P.M. Do you ever feel like breaking d

Look at me, not too close, though, just from the outside. What do you see? A smile? Friends? Happiness? Joy? Everything that I could ever want? A perfect life, if you wanted to go that far. Now, look a bit closer. See those bags under my eyes? Hear the pain in my voice? The fatigue in my movements? Cautious glances, fearful expressions, the flinches at the slightest touch? Do you see that? Well, ignore it. Because, Fuckboys Are Fine. ------------- WARNING: This story contains some mature themes and triggering topics, please read at your own risk.

A boy that suffered from anorexia nervosa moved from his home town to Canada with his currently abusive mother and scared sister. With no one to go to for help he deals with it by himself. Being successful in getting rid of most of the insults that weighed him down most of his life all he has to deal with now is his abusive mother, and bullies... And the crush he has developed on a certain somebody, a crush he wants to deny is real. ------------ A boy seemingly living the dream with his rich and very religious family, his popularity in school, and his great friends finds his life turning a little sideways at the sudden appearance of a mysterious stranger. ------------ And an unexpected 'project' ripping them away from each other. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Anorexia, Depression, Abuse, Violence, Strong Language, Mention's of Suicide, Mention's of Self-Harm

Two boys met during summer. They talk about live and love, and find themselves lost in the last one. One of the boys writes a letter to the other, three years after they met, describing everything that has happened that summer. 'The mud completely ruined my jeans, but I forget about them, forgot about everything the second you grabbed my hand. You smiled close-lipped at me, mischievous glint in your eyes before you lifted my hand above our heads and started to spin me. It was impossible to determine how long I was spinning. What felt like years probably were mere minutes. That's what you made me feel like. Like every second was an hour, but every hour could be over in a second.'

Evan, the known 'bad boy' of Vakill High, him and his small group of friends- Craig, Tyler, Brian, Brock, and David. But he's not your typical bad boy, no. He's something else, he's a mystery. But what happens when he takes an interest in the new kid and his friends? Will the new kid trust him, or just believe the countless rumors around the school? Or maybe he'll finally figure out the mystery of Evan Fong. ----------- "Stay away from him, he'll trick you, lie to you, and use you until you have nothing he wants. He is bad news." I heard the warning, it rang in my ears every time I saw him, and it rang especially loud when he walked up to me with that smirk. That smirk I had heard so much about, his entourage trailed behind him. "Hey, you're the new kid, right?" Unfortunately, I was. ----- Just another bad boy cliche. Or is it?

WARNING!! ⚠️⚠️ This story is not suitable for people under 13. It contains bullying, language, discrimination, rejection and trauma. If you don't like any of it, then please don't read this. _________________________________________ Jonathan Dennis always get bullied because of being in the lower class called 'nerds'. His parents were long gone since he's eleven so his aunt decided to keep him and they moved from North Carolina to Los Angeles where he is currently living a hell hole. On the other hand, Evan Fong and his friends are one of what you would call 'famous'. Evan is their leader, a varsity player, the captain of the school's basketball team, handsome and muscular. Everything you need is in him. Neither do anyone know, these two had a connection in the past. A past that one of them wanted it to be erased and the other one wanted to go back and change. Will this two be together again if there's a huge gap that was build between them? Or atleast, live in peace? _________________________________________ Hi guys! I know this is an awful description so please just ignore it and continue on the story itself. I'll change this once I know what would be the right words to put here. This is also my first ever published book. Anyway, hope you will like it and enjoy on reading! ^^ The art cover isn't mine. It's from tumblr by A-Hint-of-Chocolate. Go check em out! Published: August 3, 2017 Ended: April 20, 2018

・❥・ NOT CANON ・❥・ ❧Johan remembers everything-every memory that both comforts and wounds him. But above all, one image is seared into his mind: the look of pain, disbelief, and shattered trust in those eyes. That night marked the end of every future he had dreamed of-and the beginning of his ruin. No one dies, I prinky promise but, ⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ Death Potential death Mental disorder Eating disorder Grief Anxiety