❝ Is someone back there? ❞ ❝ Yes.❞ ❝ Are you going to hurt me? ❞ ❝ No.❞ #442 in Short Story, #234 in Short Story 1/15, #418 in Short Story 1/31, #228 in Short Story 2/1, #186 in Short Story 2/4, #143 in Short Story 5/5, #76 in Short Story 5/6, #28 in Short Story 5/24, #45 in Short Story 5/25

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the school, break the law, get into fights with other guys for fun and even watched him get suspended for three weeks. He always ruins everything and never does what he is told. Melody has hated him since the day he set foot in her school and luckily he has never noticed her. That is, until now. Tyson has set his eyes on Melody and won't stop until he gets what he wants. And he wants her. *-*-* Note: It is cliché at first but it gets better. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

MADELINE LOCKHART Say it. Chant it. Remember it. ♛ ♛ ♛ New York's adolescent haut monde are known for their luxurious lifestyles. Their glory lies in their wealth. And their loyalty lies with their queen. Madeline Lockhart. But, with her new love of carrying out explicit activities, things are bound to get chaotic. What else would you expect in such a lavish world? No queen's reign is forever, and at the top of the pyramid, there's no where left to go but down, down, down. ♛ ♛ ♛ Book 1 of the Opulence series! start date; 28/12/17- 20/4/2019

Completed✔️ Disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 15 so it is a bit cliché, and many mistakes in the story:) All Brooklyn's life, she's been more of a boy than a girl. She's only ever lived with her single dad and her three older brothers, which means she was bound to grow up more like them. So, when she moved all the way from New York to Tennessee, it wasn't much of a surprise until she met Alex, the one of many popular boys at the high school. Until she realized that Alex decided to make her life a living hell. Well, that's what Brooklyn thought, at least... ___ "He leaned in and put a hand behind my head to kiss me, leaving me frozen and speechless. Almost instinctively, after a moment of processing, I stood on my tippy toes and replaced my fingers in his hair, my other hand on his neck. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, replacing my hunger for food, as he pressed me against a vacant wall. Without a word, he lifted me up while my legs wrapped around his waist, leaning in closer to him, even after there was no more space to fill." [600k] May 3, 2019 [700k] June 8, 2019 [900k] October 1, 2019 [1M] December 18, 2019

He was a monster, even as a young boy people knew to stay away from him. Yet, he was still gentle with her, and only her. Or in which a feared boy falls in love with an innocent girl. *The beginning is super cringy, it gets better throughout the book lol Sequel called "Young Queen" is out now.

USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

Rose Davies, a modern-day university student, finds herself trapped in the body of a 20s Lady, who had been brutally murdered at her time. Cutthroat gangs, fancy pubs and a new aristocratic lifestyle pull her into the hazardous world of Old London. An encounter with the Walker Twins, leaders of a subversive organisation, throws her into a blind alley as she tries to save herself from the dangerous fate that awaits her. Looking for a way to turn back to her world, what will cross her path in the meantime? Hardship? Crime? Betrayal? New friendships? And perhaps, love? Cover made by nelysian Copyright © 2020 by L (highfoxes)

"I don't have terrible problems, and I know my life isn't bad like other people's", I added. "But it's as if I'm half and half", I shrugged. "Half satisfied, half disappointed, half happy, half sad". "I know it's silly though", I corrected myself while sitting up and shaking my head. "I know I don't have the right to say I feel-". "You don't have to be miserable to have depression", Matthew cut in while looking into the horizon. "You don't have to be poor, or unloved, or even bullied to feel like you're losing all hope", he added. Looking right ahead, he placed his hand on the water and threw some ahead, creating a 'splash' sound that interrupted our quietness. "You don't need water to feel like you're drowning", he pointed while looking at me with an intense look, as if begging me to understand and take my words back. "Never apologize for your feelings", he continued while moving a bit closer to me. "They are there for a reason".

Naomi is used to blending into the background. Until one day the bad boy turns his sights to her. But this isn't the story where he sweeps her off her feet. Naomi couldn't be more disgusted with the way Zander treats women. And there is no universe where she would ever fall in love with a guy like that. ~~~~~~ I glanced around nervously, not sure where to look. Then my eyes made contact with him. The guy determined to make me his. The guy who only wants me for his trophy case of how many girls he had slept with. The guy who lied. The guy who thought he had my heart. Little did he know I was the one who had him rapped around my finger. This game had become mine to play. His navy blue eyes studied me, like he had done to many other girls before. His hand tried to hide the smile that played with his lips.

❝MY SILENCE IS MY EXPRESSION OF PAIN❞ Ryder Baizen, is your typical 'bad-boy'. The platinum blonde has every girl falling to his feet, while every boy attempts to be him. Everyone wants to be friends with him, but he only has two main friend's he can trust. One being Hunter Carter. Hunter Carter, has been popular since he first came into the world - that's what happens when you're born into the Carter bloodline. Hunter different from Ryder, he tend's to care more about people feelings. Hunter is highly protective of his sister, but that doesn't stop Ryder falling for the mysterious girl. Shelia Carter, the beautiful younger sister of Hunter. Unlike her older brother and his friendship group, she prefers to keep to herself occasionally reading book for peace. Everyone is confused by her - she's a mystery, a broken piece. All mysteries have secrets. Most stories have an happy ending, right? Well, not this one. valentinahera©