This is an amazing story about a young man named Evan who quite literally has the weight of the world on his shoulders! He feel alone in this world and has no one to turn to, Until Ness comes along & turns his world upside down! But it's not all a one way street in their relationship. Ness has b...
Hm, I don't know what to say about this book. I liked it. That's it...I guess...?The beginning was good and the ending was WHAAAAT?! so that was a plus for me but everything in between... Dylan kind of killed it for me. I know he was thrown into the fame at 17 so he didn't really grow up but I c...
Has he given up? However pissed off I am with him over the whole Ollie thing, we have to be worth more than this? He has explaining to do, and so do I. After a few days we should’ve both calmed down. Throwing myself into studying and not thinking about this screw-up is oka...
It tastes metallic; this isn’t water. I touch my forehead where the Shade slammed it against the wall then stare at the blood staining my fingers. The wound doesn’t hurt when I should be in a lot of pain and there’s a faint glow to my hand. "Rose?" Alek’s panicked voice fi...
Following the disastrous conversation with Jem, Sky closed down and told me she needed to go back to Bristol. I’m scared to ask if she’s leaving. Her demeanour toward me has cooled and although she’s talking to me, there’s a distance between us. Sky hasn’t mentioned the conversation with Jem agai...
The image of her from last night, her beautiful, curvy body, spent the night in my dreams. I've seen women in less and not responded like this - obsessive thoughts about peeling the scraps of material away and getting my hands and mouth on her. She's fucking gorgeous. I ca...
I kick around my London flat for a couple of days, debating whether to go back to the States for a while. I want to take Cerys back there; I want to spoil them after the crap they’ve been through. Now the dickhead ex is making their life worse, and it appears because I’m not a dickhead, I’m too n...
As the days passed, the likelihood of Nate apologising about Friday night dropped. He has my phone number; a texted apology would’ve helped. Not that I’d accept it. I close my eyes and blank the replay of my humiliation, allowing my disgust to rise instead. Okay, maybe he was drunk, but his behav...
I scrabble around on the seat next to me, pushing my leather jacket on the floor as I retrieve my phone. I should've figured out how to work Bluetooth before I started driving my newest car any distance. Glancing between the road and the phone, I see Bryn's name on the screen and ignore him. &nbs...