Have you ever met someone that just knows you? Like they can tell what you're thinking? What your dreams are, what your fears are? I won't say what we do is right because it's not, it never will be but i will never say it's wrong or a mistake. Not when having her body next to mine feels like im finally able to breathe. A day with out talking to her is torture. A day without her body is agony. I love Amy but Macy is the woman i can't live without. If only she felt the same. Luca Nightingale and Macy Recommended to have read Dad Zone. Not obligatory but it helps.

Penn State University. Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious athletes, and a girl that yearns for a boy that she can't have. Sage Williams is the girl that nobody had noticed in high school. She was the youngest out of her siblings. She had the perfect family, the most amazing best friend- but the one thing she never had? Him. Blaise Beck-Day hasn't been this nervous in years. Not since he moved to the states and met the weird girl who befriended caterpillars. His favorite thing to do was make people smile, eat macaroons, and kick a ball around. And then he met her. The girl who he was about to ask to be his girlfriend. Read to find out. BOOK NUMBER FOUR IN THE PENN STATE SERIES.

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

Axel Brown was not particularly approachable. With a cold interior and a deadly stare he'd scare those who get to close away. So what was so different about Isabella June? She was everything he hated in a person. Chatty, loud, full of energy. A walking, talking ball of sunshine. The polar opposite. Well, his first mistake was falling into the traps of her. Falling so hard that he'd do just about anything to have her. His second mistake was burying himself in a void full of darkness and a life full of suffering with no way out other than the help of her. The girl who'd die for him, yet ultimately, live for him. ~~~ WARNINGS This story contains mature themes (strong language, violence, addiction, etc.) Copyright @khampadd 2022 - all rights reserved

Libby Johnson fantasizes of the future. Counting down the days until her high-school graduation, until the day she can whisk herself away from her small town and her nightmares of the day that almost stole her life. Grayson Smith is glued in the past. He constantly is in search of a person to save from his own history. Every day he sits idle in hope of a troubled soul to salvage. Starting fresh in a new school away from his past peers, nightmares loom in his path. When Libby and Grayson meet on the first day of a new semester, Libby is adamant to keep her head down and her words bitter when his smile cuts through her. His words of pleasantries mold into something sour with each day that passes. Libby cannot afford anyone holding her back in the town of Plainsville where the people are drab and the forests hold a thousand secrets. When the pair keep bumping into each other, despite Libby's disapproval, it's uncertain how Libby will escape Grayson and his stubborn ambition of saving her fate. With each coveted meeting in secret hidings, only time proves to Libby that Grayson isn't her enemy and that not every citizen in her home-town wants to suck the good out of her. It's only with Libby that Grayson cam begin to heal the history that wounded him. But as Libby and Grayson's world comes together, the sky brews a storm that only few are estimated to survive.

They believed she was psychotic, He believed she was different. They saw crazy, He saw innocence. She doesn't know why she belongs here, He knows she belongs to him. " Don't worry babygirl I got you........" *****This was one of my first books on Wattpad so please spare me. I know it isn't high-quality reading as it was very rushed so don't be triggered when we jump from plot to plot.***** WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

" I brought you a surprise Alpha " The one holding me, Jaxon I suppose said. The alpha lifted his head and it was as if the world froze. His green eyes were mesmerizing to look into and he had soft pink lips that were just kissable. I studied the rest of him for a bit until looking back into his eyes which were pitch black dark. He got up and made his way over to us. He was about 6'5 and held more power than I could hold in my entire life. Once in front of us he took me from Jaxon softly holding my scruff and laid me on the palm of his other hand and as an instinct I curled up into the tiniest ball I could form which was just a bit bigger that a tennis ball " Leave us " He said to the men who quickly left and went back outside to guard. When the doors slammed shut it made me jump and shiver but the shivering soon subsided when the alpha put his hand on my back and started petting me which made me purr lowly. When I opened my eyes he was staring straight at me and had serious face on. " You are mine now kitten " ************************ This was one of my first books on Wattpad so please spare me. I know it isn't high quality reading as it was very rushed so don't be triggered when we jump from plot to plot.

"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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)