Shakira falls in love... With the boy behind the mask.

In which fate brings two together by a red string. [A Miraculous Ladybug short story] #68 in Fanfiction (May 4th, 2016)

A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY #1 IN HUMOR "SATAN!" Gabby grinned, out of the blue. "Dude, why on earth will you find us a ship name? That too SATAN?" I complained, while Jenny slapped her forehead. * Rebellious, fierce, and outspoken. Samantha Harris is everything you could ask for in a girl. There is nothing stereotypical about her. First benches are not her thing, the last time she topped her exams was years back in her dreams, and she is definitely not a queen-bee. Outcast is what describes her the best. Warning : Do not cuss in front of her. She hates it with a passion. Now meet Trystan Ryder. Suave, charming, narcissistic, flirty - he is everything Samantha hates in a boy. Social rader begins with him. With a smile that can kill a million, he exactly knows how to win hearts. Warning : He cusses a lot. Have you ever wondered what will happen if you are interlocked with a person you just cannot tolerate to do a job? And not just any job, but a babysitting one, to be specific? A lot of chaos, right? That's what happens when Samantha and Trystan are compiled to babysit a three month old. Spending four hours together they do a lot of things - almost burn the owners kitchen, stalk his girlfriends, and lose the baby in WalMart. Wait? Did you expect something more romantic? Well, there is a reason their ship name is SATAN.

(alternatively called: slow burn, second-hand embarrassment, and shenanigans) A girl made up of short fuses, clumsy feet and copious amounts of sarcasm has to team up with her irritatingly obnoxious neighbour in the name of love (also known as raging teenage hormones). Because in the grand scheme of things, what's a little deal with the devil? (Spoiler Alert: absolute chaos.) cover by xdemonsflowerx

"Take a picture it will last longer, Princess." His green orbs meet my brown ones. I cock my head to the side innocently. "Portrait or landscape?" Harlow Valentine is a girl who doesn't tolerate nonsense from anyone, especially the school's notorious bad boy, Ace King. When Ace decided to pull a harmless prank by spray painting Harlow's car, he had no idea it would spark a full-blown prank war, with Harlow leading the charge! Story includes: • explicit language! HIGHEST RANKING- #2 chicflic 11/19/2020 #3 badboy 2/24/21 #19 teenfiction 2/2/23 #1 newgirl 7/23/2020 #1 player 9/4/2020 #8 teenromance 7/31/2020 #38 romance 8/25/2020 #4 humor 8/28/2020 #1 prankvsprank 6/1/2020 #19 highschool 8/30/2020 #1 pranks 11/21/2020 This book is mine.⁉️

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

To countdown and to pass the tedious days until the exciting official release of Dork Diaries 12 I have decided to write a Fanfiction based off of the book's description. I will update everyday (sometimes twice) until the release date of October 17th 2017. If you haven't read the first 11 Dork Diaries books I would highly recommend doing so first. Because they're amazing and there are SPOILERS in this Fanfic. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT DORK DIARIES 12. I do not own Dork Diaries or its characters, the original author Rachel Renée Russell does. Please support the official release of Dork Diaries 12 this October. Because judging by the book's description as of 9/21/17, this is going to be the best one yet.

I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*