*Not edited* I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed. "Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes, looking at me and chuckling a little. "Gabriella, if you don't say it back and stop playing," he mugged and I laughed. "I'm not playing. Why?" I smiled looking up at him and he let out a deep sigh. "I love you because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me...because I was lost before you...because I can't go a second without thinking about you...because my mind goes foggy when I'm not around you...because there is nothing in this world, or any other, I wouldn't do for you...because I know you always got me...because you're my baby and all I'm ever gonna do is love you," he smiled kissing my temple ::: Gabriella Rae Mason is a dancer who moved from New York to LA to follow her dreams. She ran away from a past that still has a hold on her. Although she finds it hard to let her guard down, her life it going well with what she's built for herself. That's until she meet a man who pulls her life in all different directions. Jordan is an artist. He's good at painting and interior design, his way with prints and patterns warm you. The colors of his work paint a rainbow but his insides are coated grey. A cloud of darkness filled with pain and trauma follows him. Will the new girl he meets be able to halt the precipitation? #1 Black Writer(8/1/22)

|| 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

In the morning a few hours after Evelyn and her girlfriend, Kaylee, left for Paris, Evelyn's parents, brother, best friend, and ex-boyfriend found letters for each and every one of them explaining why she's in love with a girl. • completed • inspired by the song Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko • Bronze prize for TBPA2016 Summer Edition by The Book Party

Alena Langley has always believed that life in another planet exists. But what she didn't expect was that an alien would visit her anytime soon. On a bright starry night while Alena was looking at the constellations, something big fell from the sky. It turned out to be a spaceship, opening in front of her, revealing a pale girl about her age, the latters skin glowing radiantly, beautifully in the dark. As Alena gazed into the gorgeous girls eyes that reflected the sun with its orange color, she knew in her heart that life would never be the same again.

Dulce Gavin, a 17 years old girl who doesn't like to watch TV accidentally met and helped a drop dead gorgeous teenager named Glace. They hit it off instantly, but soon lost contact. A week later, Glace turned up at Dulce's school and ended up as her seatmate. The catch? Glace is a Hollywood celebrity who is about to turn Dulce's normal life inside out. Follow these two girls as they discover love, friendship, and the value of family amidst popularity and high school life.

What would you do if you were the Beta of a wolf pack and your mate was not only human, but had no idea you were his mate. On top of that, he was homophobic? Thomas is the Beta in this situation and this is his predicament. How far will he go to get Grady to accept him and how much does he risk losing in the process? Cover design by: DoubleZone

When a master class vampire decides he wants a certain marine by his side then nothing; not even that marine's own hatred of what he is will stop him from making him his Cover by; AuthorJJones

Lucas is a Shape Shifter who prides himself on being a man of the law. He's the one who puts away the criminals and makes the streets safe for the everyday citizen, so why then did he find himself falling more and more for one of the biggest Drug Lords in London? The heart wants what the heart wants. Cover Design by: DoubleZone

How can you love someone you fear? Laken is a werewolf; the runt of the pack. What happens when the Alpha starts taking an interest in him? Rule number one of the wolf pack; Never disobey your Alpha. Cover design by: hgames113

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.