Warning: Will contain some graphic content, such as sex scenes. Frankie is pessimistic, surly, and super fucking gay. Rowan, her camp counselor, is happy-go-lucky, spirited, and totally smoking hot. Can these two opposites really stand ten minutes in the same room together without ripping each other apart-- or, better yet-- ripping each others clothes off?

His Best friend knows everything about him. Every secret, every mistake, his past with girls, which would explain why Jaxon's best friend wants him to stay clear of his sister but sometimes you can't help wanting something you're forbidden to touch. ________________________________________________________________________________ "Do you know who I am?" she asks and he bits down a small piece of her hand making her yelp a little and pull her hand back. "Who are you?" he smirked, leaning in real close to her face so close his nose almost grazes hers. "I am Evelynn Caya Heyes, that's who. You are Jaxon Shae O'Connor and I am Ethan's baby sister. You can't just keep kissing me." she informs him like he is stupid not knowing that. "I don't think you will keep thinking long on that one." he grins. -------------------------- If you give it a chance, i will assure you, you will love it.

[UNDER RECONSTRUCTION] Highest Ranking #1 Teenstories "Get your hands off me!" He smirked and leaned closer to my face. "Why should I?" "Because I said so you idiot!" All while trying to get my hand free to punch him. "Now baby girl that wasn't so nice now was it?". He said while fake pouting. "Do I look like I care jerk?" He smirked again. "It looks like we're gonna have to silence that mouth of yours." "How-" My response was cut short due to the fact that his lips were on mine. He freaking kissed me! And I liked it! .... Allisandra Harriet was just a fairly normal 17 year old girl trying to live a fairly normal life, but who is she kidding, her life could never be normal. Filled with drama, lies, heartbreak and most of all sarcasm. When she meets Lee all that follows him is more drama and trouble. But will she eventually see past that? Or will his past affect everything he's built? Le'Mario Grant isn't your typical 18 year old bad boy. Yea, he doesn't smoke or drink and all the other bad boy stuff but he's also insanely rich. He walks around with the bad boy act and the stoic facade but when something happens, will he actually give up his bad habits and player ways? Or is it too much for him to just change? When his eyes finally land on Allisandra, he realizes she just might be the girl that can tame him, but can he fight his way through all her sarcasm and rejection and into her heart? She is a challenge he's willing to take. Or will his past come back to affect his life? Find out more inside! A/N: Please don't judge this book by it's cover:)

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth