"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Adelaide Beck dared Tristan Presley to become her best friend in the fifth grade... and he said okay. After a summer of doing nearly everything together, Tristan suddenly becomes distant with her. Adelaide had always guessed that natural causes had drifted them apart and that there wasn't much more she could do to stop it. Then years later in their Junior year of high school, Adelaide and Tristan meet again in detention. The time that they're forced to spend with each other bring the two close once again, but this time Tristan's secrets will no longer be kept in the dark, and Adelaide will begin to wonder if the drift in their friendship wasn't so natural after all... !Warning: this story is mildly mature and will contain cussing, violence, and some other mature content! Trope: enemies to besties to strangers to lovers ;) COVER BY: @meha-k Reader reviews: "This was literally the most wholesome book ever... absolutely loved it and finished it in 3 hrs" - RafiaTahrin "so so so great! I enjoyed reading this book so much. Made me happy, sad, laugh, cry, and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH" -NovaWrites00 "This was amazing and I'm smiling at 00:22 rn feeling better than ever" -Lady_fishstick "MY MOM JUST ENTERED MY ROOM AND SHE ASKED ME IF I WAS HUNGRY AND I SCREAMED "NO MOM I'M CRYING GET THE FUCK OUT". I'm grounded for the next freaking week..." -imnotoxic

She is fiery, hot-headed and spontaneous. He is calm, composed and calculating. She is fire, burning every obstacle in her path. He is ice, numbing his enemies with a single glare. She is loud, not afraid of raising her voice. He is quiet, his silence speaking volumes. ******* Hazel Martin and Xavier Davis are like two opposite sides of a pole, with her fierce persona and his cold attitude. But one thing is common between them; their love and affection for their families. So what will happen when they are stuck with each other and they need each other's help in the middle of a crisis? ... Thank you @prettypink-ink for such a wonderful cover. Things are bound to get messy as their opposite worlds clash with each other.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"So you're saying that if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?" He asked, taking slow, purposeful steps closer to me, but I couldn't go farther back as I felt an obstruction behind me, a desk. "Uh...totally," I cussed myself for stuttering. "Okay then, let's test that theory, shall we?" And his lips landed on mine. Sam and Ryan had been best friends when they were little and couldn't do without each other. They pinky swore they would never leave each other, but then Sam moved, breaking that promise. And now she's back, and Ryan isn't entirely happy to see her. Bookcover by @userpewpew

I was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants. "Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. I stared down at her, watching the sultry look on her face. "What are you doing to me," I muttered, resting my forehead against hers. I barely had a chance to blink before her lips were pressed against mine. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she tugged at my hair. Spinning her around, I pinned her against the wall. It felt like my lungs were going to burst as I pulled away, breathing hard. Mila gazed up at me, her eyes glazed over and cheeks pink. She reached up, wiping what I'm assuming was her lipstick from my lips. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against hers again. It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she fit against my body. "Ajax, we're both drunk," she gasped as I bit down on her ear gently. We could deal with the consequences later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and some suicidal thoughts Some Mature content - I'll put a warning before ;) Highest ranking in Romance - #8 12/20 Highest ranking in Dance - #1 12/22

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

Adaline Wolk is very easy to get along with. She's kind, funny, goofy... maybe a little awkward here and there. She's got a heart bigger than her body. Once she warms up to someone, she'll talk like they're buddies. But since she's been teased by her fellow classmates, she's very selective about who she actually befriends. Adaline will be kind to anybody, no matter who they are or what they do. Even if they're in the form of the six-foot tall jerk named Nemo Kademan. Nemo Kademan is known to be a bit... rude. Still, everyone likes and adores him. And only he knows the real reason as to why he acts the way he does, and says the things he says. His friends aren't the best influence either. Nemo has been stuck in this negative mindset for so long that he's losing himself. Until he meets Adaline and finds out she isn't all that bad, and ultimately... finds himself.

The story of Michael Thomas, a family man who worked for the U.S. army, and the experiments that were done on him. Shortly after after his return home from nearly six months as a captive of war, Michael is offered a top secret job that sounds too good to be true. When Michael refuses, he is dragged away from his family and tested on against his will, finding himself a prisoner once again, in a way he never imagined. __________ S.M.A.R.T The Subject of Mind Altering Research and Testing A psychological thriller. ________ Please vote & comment if you like. Thank you for taking the time to read my stuff. This is a work of fiction. All works © 2015 Richard Harley