"You have to learn to live, kid, not just survive."

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

James slid his hand to the nape of my neck, holding me steady against his lips. His other hand stayed on my waist. "I thought you couldn't handle me," He muttered against my lips, reconnecting them without missing a second. I smiled against his kiss. "I have two hands." * * * * * * Charming James Roedan is making his way in the world on his own. He's twenty, in his second year of school, and landed a job with his Dad. James is very indifferent towards his dad and everything he stands for. James's job is being in charge of the new interns for the Roedan Advertising Company. James thought it would be three months of hell, It's not what he expected. Awkward Violet Bowen stumbles into James's life - literally - and makes it something he never thought possible. Violet's an eighteen year-old senior with too much on her shoulders. Her dad's been AWOL for six years, her mother has been pushing herself through three jobs to support the family, and has three brothers that are everything to her. Things in Violet's life start going much crazier than she can handle and James is there to offer her a hand. She hesitates, but takes it anyway. What she didn't know is that James never planned on letting go. *This story will be told in Duel Perspective's* -This is a spin-off/companion for Charming in Handcuffs. You don't need to read the first one to read this one.- Also, this is NOT a good girl/bad boy story.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #2 in Humor What happens when you're walking down the street, with one of the best coffees in hand, turn around for one second... Then the next thing you know, the world is spinning and you've landed in the arms of one of the most gorgeous organisms of the male species. With the best coffee, you've ever had, spilt on his grey v-neck? Or maybe when you're drunk off your head, can't walk in a straight line with a heel that is broken and your makeup smudged with a bottle of beer in your hand... Then the next thing you know the world is spinning and that same gorgeous organism has you in his arms with the strong smell of your beer on his leather jacket? When it comes to Ryan Einstein, Alexis Harrington needs a little help. Especially when her only instinct is to say..."Shit! I'm sorry!" © All Rights Reserved 2018 Camerybear

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.