She hears all the locker room talk. She helps when the guys drink too much before a game. She tapes them up when they're injured. And in return, they watch her back. While most students spend their time partying, Lily spends her free time working. But her job as the assistant athletic trainer for the PSU football team comes with the benefit of being friends with every player on the team. Except the entirely too cocky, reckless, and charming golden boy of the team: Vincent Bradshaw. When they aren't spouting insults at one another, Vincent and Lily are doing everything in their power to avoid each other. That is, until Vincent gets injured.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"Everyone knew she was his." ~ Ava and Lucas have been best friends since Lucas saw Ava at the playground when she was 4 years old. She is innocent and shy where as Lucas is more intimidating to everyone other than Ava. Despite this, they do everything together. Where ever one went, the other followed. Never going more than a day without seeing each other, it's safe to say they were inseparable. Now at 16, Ava is forced to spend a year in public school after being homeschooled all her life. How is Lucas going to react with all the new people she is going to meet, especially being so possessive over Ava. However, even though they are best friends, Lucas is keeping a secret from Ava. A big one. Lucas is a werewolf. And Ava is his mate. ~ [SAMPLE - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON GOODNOVEL]

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

Emma Hayden. The new student of Westwood High. It's a small school, not known for any good reason so naturally, new students get all the attention. Especially the girls. Emma is no exception. Except that maybe she is. Nathan Sterling. The outcast, if you will. The lonely boy who doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't have more than one friend, and intimidates everybody. Everybody except Emma. Not that she isn't intimidated by him, just that she's caught his eye and he's got it bad. Two negatives don't make a positive. Two wrongs don't make a right. This case might be an exception. A clueless girl. A broken boy. Mix. . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

"That's Justin Bieber. Don't let his looks fool you. He's weird so no one really talks to him." "Weird how?" "He has issues, like psychological issues." (cover by @shawnfeatbieb on twitter)

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?" Because that's when you're on my mind most. 3AM is the hour of dreaming and rowdy sex with strangers, projectile vomiting into the toilet basin and the hour of crappy movies. But in the case of two teenagers, it's the hour of phone calls and confessions, the sort of conversations that leave her wondering why he only calls her when he's high. All credits go to jdbixber on JBFF.COM

He was going to marry the love of his life. He had been waiting for it for so long. But she came across She was his soon-to-be-wife's sister She flipped his world around. Never had he ever admired anything so much, never had he ever seen anything so beautiful, never had he ever craved anyone so much. But they were never meant to be. Never made for each other, they themselves had no idea of how important they'd become for each other. Will their love take them against the forces of nature? Or will they Burn to ashes....

Justin Bieber: Worldwide phenomenon, multi-talented musician, entertainer; claimed to be Mr. Badass by the media by his presumptuous behavior but begs to differ that he's not what he seems to be, even though that's exactly what he is. Beth Livey: Aspiring to be an author ever since she was in elementary school; just another average college student trying to survive the horrible life of education with the only habit of writing to temporarily throw away all of her problems. And what about the clash between them, you ask? Haha, it's not as cliché as you think. . . I hope. Just throw in a little compromise, a little settlement, a little understanding, and a little agreement that ends up as a little mutual decision, and there you'll have it: A Simple Deal. They're worlds apart. . . Which means they never view certain things from the same perspective. Smart people, dominant, stubborn. . . "What could anyone prove? Love is its own fate, it always finds its way around people that don't think are meant to be together." Come on, what's a journey without a little romance, a twinge of being dirtily naughty, a couple confessions, several obstacles, irrelevant drama, breaking of rules, many complications, multiple troubles, and countless of playful arguments? Well, that definitely doesn't involve no deal made, all right. [Might contain sexual material in most chapters; read at your own risk] Copyright ⓒ 2014 by HolyBieberoni All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author. If you see someone copying bits of my story into theirs or generally just publishing this book as theirs, please inform me as this is plagiarism and I do not tolerate it. Thank you.