[Highest Rank; #3 in Humor 3/27/17] --- I was unable to keep myself from blushing. "I'm not his girlfriend." "Yet." Ryder and Benjamin said simultaneously. "Oh, so the conceitedness runs in the family?" I asked with a roll of my eyes. "I'm afraid so. Now, tell me more about yourself." "Well, I like playing soccer a lot. And if I were to choose between my books and human beings, then I choose books. Also, I think your brother is annoying and has too big of an ego. But wanna know something?" He nodded. I stopped the car at the traffic light and turned back to him. Leaning into his ear, I whispered loud enough for Ryder to hear, "I think I like him." --- The art of breaking hearts is an inscrutable, prepossessing, abstract art. Never ever will you go through with breaking someone's heart without having your own broken. And it would be very eccentric if one did not go through the process of having their own heart shattered into millions of pieces when trying to do the same to another. Unfortunately, I learned that the hard way. --- [extended description inside] Copyright ©2016 sadreadingchick All rights reserved.

"Your honestly retarded if you think i like you." "That hurt my feelings, sweetheart." "Don't call me that." "Why not, kitten?" "Stop." "No baby cakes." "Go get your dick bit off by a cow." "I'd much rather have you bite it, sweetheart." **SORRY I SUCK AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT DON'T LET THAT CRINGY, CRINGY THING STOP YOU FROM READING**

Copyright © 2014 Morgan Evans Self Publishing ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. What happens when an abundantly problematic awkward girl crosses paths with a band of (literal) brothers who seem to always have trouble following after them? Chaos. Absolute chaos. This shit's about to get fucking insane. Stay tuned.

"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

Ava Daniels is beautiful, smart, talented, and the valedictorian of her graduating class, she may seem like the perfect little socialite but she harbors a deadly double life. She's a hardcore drug dealer. With her senior year underway Ava isn't the nicest person around. She's selfish and sassy, and is all about her money. When new bad boy Alex Rogers moves into her small town the tables flip, she suddenly finds herself in a lot of trouble with her boss and her own friends and family. No one ever said selling drugs was easy. *SEQUEL OUT NOW! "AVA AND ALEX"* NOT EDITED AT ALL. LOTS OF MISTAKES OH WELL. *1st book on Wattpad, AKA CHEESY N CLICHE AF LMAO.* Copyright ©

After the divorce of her parents, Marley Parker stays in North Carolina while her brother and father move to California. Ten years after the divorce, Marley finds herself being forced to move across the country to live with her very wealthy father and brother. Marley's brother seems to be Mister Popular while she remains the quiet 'nerd' as her brother's friends would call her. She loves her brother, but will she survive being Mister Popular's Little Sister? Follow Marley's journey that will consist of love, hatred, laughter, and tears in Mister Popular's Little Sister. __________ Reader's thoughts: "AHHHH! I love it!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀@pagesandbooks "Love this story so far!!!!!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀@stephaniemuggeo9 "Loving the book so far ." ⠀⠀⠀⠀@RandomAdriana "I love your book! Can't wait to read more!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀@Liannabee "I love this book." ⠀⠀⠀⠀@never_look_back6739

Top Rankings: #1 in Rope #1 in Kinky ________________________________________________________________________ Silence holds the room in a deep embrace while I process his words. "What do you mean you agree with the boy?" "Something is off with you. You are disconnected, full of venomous attitude and out of touch with self." With a deep breath, I try to regain control in a situation which suddenly fells as if it is going against me. "It's just a hard moment in life right now, Sir." A sarcastic note hits the last word, as it flicks off my tongue. For I wait a breath, trying to internally compose myself. "It is not my intent to show disrespect to either of you, in any of my roles within this household." "And yet..." The words hung in the air. An overwhelming emotional waves , my shoulders sagged, and I nodded. "Our boy came to me with concerns for your health and well-being. You've unnecessarily worried him, caused concerns for me while I was on travel and worse yet- placed yourself in stressful situations, hard mental states and a place of personal exhaustion." His words cause me to notice a mental weight I did not realize I carried. "You are to take the rest of the day and tomorrow to clear up your desk. Alert your office you need to take two days off. This is a three day weekend, it will give us enough time to adjust this attitude and hit the reset button." "That is not necessary, Sir. While I know I'm out of sorts, I don't think we need to initiate a reset protocol and rite. Besides, the rest button takes more than just a command to make it happen." "Then we should follow the household rules and take a vote. Two-thirds majority will either start the reset protocol or we will sit down to find a different direction. As per our whole agreement when we all entered this unique relationship - we are all equal for this vote. Do you agree to to the vote, Tess?"

Caution: This story contains some consensual BDSM(Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism). Read with caution. --- When Maria Delsante attends a BDSM meeting, hoping to research the topic for her next book, she never expects to meet Sylvester Jackson. A man who sets her body on fire. Much to her surprise, their meeting continues in a broken down elevator, followed by rope, handcuffs, and a little bit of murder. ---- 1m reads - Dec 06, 2019 #2 - New Adult tag - Nov 9th, 2019 #1 - Masters tag - June 8th, 2019 #1 - hotguys tag - Feb 20, 2019 #61 - Love tag - Jan 12, 2019 400k reads - Jan 3rd, 2019 200k reads - Nov 24, 2018 #3 - NewAdult tag - Nov 17, 2018 100k reads - Nov 09, 2018 #4 - Dare tag - Oct 17, 2018 Story started: August 2018 Story completed: November 2018 Image purchased from Canva

"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*