"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world." Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma likes to aggervate my soul by calling her "mom") is now who I got to live with for the whole fucking summer. I just hate her. But, as usual, grandma says I can't blame her. She was 17 when mom had me. Especially, since she was doing "bad things" as grandma would put it. But, I know what she meant by that. Drugs. Alcohol. Cutting. Purging. But, she ended up going to rehab. When she came back, she has been teen's "inspiration." They love my mom. My mom loves her Lovatics (that's what they're called, which in complete honesty is a cool word) back. But, she never loved her own daughter the same way she loved them. I'm Stella Lovato, and welcome to my nightmare.

Lauren's parents were murdered when she was just fifteen years old. At school she is the badass who stays by herself, till one day of her senior year when a new student walks through the doors of her high school, turning her whole world upside down. Lauren thought she's already lived the worst part of her life...oh is the young werewolf wrong. ******* I suck at summaries but give it a try (: This was my first ever book. I never thought I could put together a whole Story. Back in 2016 my girlfriend used to write a book on her own, she was the reason I ever started writing anything so I'd like to thank her for that and even go as far as dedicating this book to her, even though we aren't a part of each other's life anymore. I started writing this book back in 2016 and since then I improved a lot. There was a time in 2017 - 2018 when I gave up on this book but in 2019 I finally decided to pick it back up and finish it off. Epilogue updated on June 29th, 2019. I know it's not the best book of all time but I'm proud of finishing it, even though the story and writing style doesn't match me as a person anymore.

Imagines of the queen, Demi freaking Lovato !WARNING! Mention of sensitive topics and triggering chapters with inappropriate language and everything is most likely to be G!P !WARNING! I'm discontinuing the other one cause I don't like it and now I'm here with a new and improved one. (probably not improved but oh well) Don't forget to vote and share! Enjoy 😘

Hi! I'm McKenna Lovato(call me Mac or Kenzie)And yes, Demi Lovato is my mum and Maddie and Dallas are my aunt's and Eddie and Dianna are my grandparents Anyways, this is my story........... Enjoy

You all know Demi Lovato, right? And her sisters Maddie and Dallas, right? Do you know Demi's twin Skylar? I bet you don't. I'm Skylar Lynn Lovato, and welcome to hell.

Have you ever imagined having two lives? Be two people at the same time? I bet you have. But between thinking about it and actually living it, there was a very big difference, believe it. Imagine... Camila, a sweet and delicate woman. Karla, sexy and imposing. Which one would you choose? What's your type? Hard, I know. Let's let Lauren answer this one...

Here is the sequel to my last story Through it Together! It's a continuation of that story so please go read that first. Possible trigger warning!

What Eliana didn't know is that the Demi she was talking to was the Demi Lovato she looked up to growing up and the person her little sister absolutely adores.

"But he's your ex.." She reminded, "He is," Miley replied "But I think it doesn't matter, we still care about each other a lot." "So, you're friends?" She looked over at him, standing behind the crowd with his arms over his chest, she could see him in the dark with his lips curved into a smile and she remembered every kiss they shared, every long night they spent together talking in his bed. She fixed a smile and aimed it at him before turning away. "That's what we are," *** Inspired by Ed Sheeran's 'Friends', from the EP 'Sing' from the album 'X' (Multiply). *** WARNING: CONTAIN GRAPHIC VIOLENT SCENES (SELF HARM/CUTTING), MATURE/SEX SCENES. READ AT OWN RISK.

Restore- repair or renovate (a building, work of art, etc.) so as to return it to its original condition. I wish I could be restored, preferably from the time I moved to LA. I don't understand everything was so simple when I was in Texas. I had friends- not a lot, but the ones I did have, they were trustworthy and great to me. I just wish my dad didn't get the job, and my mom didn't die. I don't need your sympathy, and I certainly don't need your charity. I don't need anyone. I didn't think I could find anyone that would make me feel a little more alive then my non-talkative self. until I met Miss Lovato. The sad part is that she's my teacher, and she's 23 but we're getting close, and I'm developing feelings I don't want. Please Miss Lovato, restore me.