Obvious Stories

Waverly Joy Wattley hates her name, Waverly. Its such an old-fashioned name! Plus, its weird. So since the 5th grade, shes been going by Wattley. She would go by Joy, but lets say, it doesn't fit her right. It reminds her of a peppy, annoying cheerleader, when Wattley is just the opposite. Wattley is a total tomboy. She doesn't like dressing up alot, and she loves sports, skateboarding, music and guitar. When she moves to Ohio, she doesn't expect to encounter drama, but she encounters alot.... with three guys in particular: Chase Justice, her hot worst enemy, Owen Jackson, The hot quarter-back, and Jace Parker, The attractive, music-obsessed guy. Not to mention one girl, Lucy starts drama too. But as Wattley's Junior year goes on, she finds out who her real friends are, and falls in love in the process.

Builled and beaten, stood on and kicked. Is that all my life is going to lead to? I guess my name really does mean what I am... My name is Matt and I think I have a lot in common with it.

Jasmine Carter- thought- she was a normal teenager whose parents were irrevocably in love and moved around a lot because each house wasn't freaking perfect. She thought the school she attending was filled with normal kids, normal teachers and a very- over-the-top- normal principal. Well, normal is overrated. What Jasmine doesn't know was that the school she goes to is filled with werewolves and the principal, is the Alpha of the pack. She also doesn't know that her own father, is an Alpha, and the reason they all moved into Howlmore is because her Father's pack will joining the other one- the Principal's. Jasmine is also oblivious to the fact that she is a werewolf- because that beast/more savage side of her is compressed because her mother is human. She will have access to her wolf when she turns eighteen. Which is two months. P.P.P.S her mate goes to Howlmore high. Oh yeah, another thing. Author: Hey, Jasmine. Forgot to tell you that werwolves exist! Jasmine: wtf. Enjoy the book! It has the typical Alpha's son is my mate shit, not the "rare" white-wolf shittt thoooo. If you don't like it, then that's okay with me, I'm writing this because I have too much free time on my hands. I know, my life sucks. Well! Let me know if you like it! Ta Ta. (Idek)

The hockey girl. The ginger athlete. The girl who understood sports. The girl was one in a trillion. Katie Ryan. The girl I fell for, my best friend. She's gone, a coma they say; they say she may never wake up.

"This is not another song about love!" ------------------------------------------------ "But...I love you Yoongi Oppa!" I sobbed "Too bad I don't." he sneered and turned his heel and walked off leaving me there all vulnerable.

A famous singer has been in love for his friend ever since high school. Years have passed, but he never had a chance to properly confess. With the help of one of the songs of her favorite band, he sang it as a confession to her. Will be there be an exchange of love? Or is it too late for them? Author's Note: Before reading the story, please read the disclaimer first.

Her name is Rose. I know such a pretty name, right? Wrong. Rose is the color of love, the color of passion. Too bad her name doesn't really help me in the love department. She couldn't have gotten a worse name. The reason is she was dumb enough to fall in love with her best friend Mike. The same best friend who also have a girlfriend, Joechla who he so in love with completely blind to her bitchy nature. And believe me she was such a bitch. But one day, Mike and Joechla break up. A perfect time to tell him my feeling. But do she even want to? Or would it just be easier to just be friends? Seriously out of all people she had to fall in love with her best friend? God does one-sided love suck.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I basically shouted at the still dazed man. After a minute of him staring at me rather deeply, he came back to his senses and smirked. "Oh you know, just wandering around." He replied after thinking for quite a long time. "In someone's house?" My voice started getting louder. "Look sugar, I needed a place to rest. The lights were off, the cars are missing and I suspected that with your driveway empty at this time of night, no one was home." "Well, you suspected wrong." I spit out. Not on him, of course. "How did you get in, anyways?" "Through your back door." He said slyly.

its not a real story i wrote it when i finally got free time

Theme: Sixty Flash fiction competition piece Word count: 150 words If I try to summarise I'm going to tell the whole story. Award won: TBC

They are obvious, but still, they're TRUE! I will mostly get them from my stock knowledge HOPE ya' LIKE IT!

An English girl seeks a fresh start in Liverpool after a failed relationship. She starts her own company and her client from Spain introduces her to new delights and adventures, opening her eyes to a different world including the ex-pat one in South America. Cultural differences and language differences only add to the usual ups and downs of any relationship. Mixed with this is a xenophobic and intransigent mother. This story will give you much laughter and transport you to pastures new.

Have you always wondered how some girls became so popular? Anny wonders about that as well. So she started to make this list how to become popular...

As the atrocities mount in Gaza, Iraq, the Ukraine, Syria and the Wests Tigers boardroom ... Andrew 'Trevor' Stark has written this thoughtful, if somewhat brief doctrine, aimed squarely at all the warring factions currently holding world peace to ransom.

What if something appears that might change your Life forever? Would you take the first step?

So there is this boy I like. He is cute as fuck But he has absolutely no clue that I like him. But he has the cutest smile, he is sweet and adorable and not the boy i usually fall for. I have absolutely no clue why all of a sudden I have fallen for him, but maybe it will take time to realize. Here's my story about him.

The description for this book is the book's description. This book is about the topic of this book. A quick summary would be pointless, due to random statements being scattered throughout. This is the fourth sentence of the description.

Some stories never begin- not because they weren't meant to, but because they were too quiet to be heard.