"Who is she?" Damien asks, pointing at the girl who's smile instantly stood out to him. He hasn't seen her before, but even from afar, her smile was contagious. Maybe it was the way her lips curved upward, or how her eyes brightened in the dullness of the boxing arena. His friend follows the direction of his eyes to the girl sitting across the room, "Coach's daughter?" He asks. Damien nods his head, "That my friend, is the Chapstick girl." ~~~~~~~~~ Amber is just your average girl trying to survive through her junior year of highschool. Well, let's elaborate on that average part, there is just a small little detail that was left out. That she is known as the Chapstick girl. Why? No one hates her, in fact, everyone adores her kind, happy nature. Always willing to put others before herself. Or maybe it was because no matter where she goes, she always has HER chapstick. It defined her. A lot of people bypass the reason why she always has it, but maybe it has a deeper meaning than what other people see. Well, except one person. Damien. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book three in the T.B.B.B (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series. Cover by @_broken_chords

"I'm a murderous alcoholic with severe abandonment issues and a knack for self-harm." There's a reason why the world knew her as 'Letalé'. She was a monster, a ruthless killing-machine whose hands were drenched in the blood of many. A legendary assassin titillating between nightmares, alcohol and torment, when a sudden attack brings her face-to-face with a past she had desperately tried to bury and revelations that lead her to believe her entire life has been a lie. Caught between vengeance and emotional turmoil, Alexandra prepares for a war with an enemy more powerful than she has ever faced before. "The world reveres you as a monster." "What would you call me?" "I'd call you a savior." *** Warning: Violent Content Mature Content Self harm

"This is the story of how she became the villain." ~ "Noun. noctifer m (genitive noctiferī); second declension. bringer of night. evening star" ~ He was the most powerful person on the planet. Wealthy, powerful...and deadly. He was chaos, anarchy, mayhem, and everything treacherous. He is power and everything godly. He was the reaper of the night...the evening star...the night bringer. He was dangerous in every language and religion. Nothing could bring him to his knees...except for her. She is on the run...her soul lost and troubled from what she was hiding from. She is Ariella Lilac Grey. She is innocent in his havoc. But you know what they say... The most innocent are the ones who have the darkest minds. And she can't seem to stay away from the Dark Sins. ~ "You are my only temptation in this world." ~ -action/romance/thriller/dark -mature scenes/language -plot twists -HEA/ no OW drama ~ "The way you write and the words you use is enough to make me fall in love with your writing. This book is beautiful, serene, and heartwarming." -@TanushkaSingh6 I DON'T OWN THE COVERS.

{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

He was in my personal space now, running his hand down my arm and stopping at my hand, where he intertwined our fingers, "I prefer to run from danger." He replied with a wicked smile, "And I prefer the chase."

Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.

"Let's play truth or dare. Truth, tell me how you feel. Dare, prove it." Highest Ranking(s): #1 in Comedy #1 in Girl

#𝟏 • 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞. ❝But there's him. He wants to know who I am. He wants to know my past. He wants to know my secret. He isn't different from me. Because I need to know why he's a bad boy.❞ • Every High School has a Queen, who's popular, powerful and perfect. Or so they think. At Ridge Wood, her name is Paris Gold. You also have the Bad Boy, who's sexy, flirty and a player. Or so they see. His arrival causes quite a stir. His name is Jay Stone. New to the school, Jay notices something about Paris that people choose to ignore: he sees her mask. Ruler of the school, Paris notices something about Jay that people pretend isn't there; she sees his pain. It was danger from the start and she should have stayed away, but something about him makes her curious. Trouble is being around him for too long, feelings are bound to grow. Question is: Does he feel the same? (Contains mature language and suggested scenes) •Can be read as a stand-alone © Copyright 2016 of ImAWandererXO

Savannah White. The amazing soccer girl with the dead mom. Or at least that's what people think of her what you don't see is the constant bruises and cuts and scars from her dad. Her life was going smoothly until the death of her mother and that's when her dad became her worst nightmare. Nathaniel Court. The rich hot soccer player with a slight players streak. What you don't see is that behind his cool rude play boy type attitude he actually cares for those around him. When Savannah's dad is put in jail she is sent to live with her mom's best friend's family, the Courts. When Savannah and Nate meet things don't go as planned when they end up hating each other. Ever heard of love at first sight? For these two the saying is a little backwards with hate at first sight. But can their love for soccer bring them together?

Infidelity, ˌinfəˈdelədē, is the action or state of being unfaithful to a moral obligation. Olivia Ludavico Spraying my right hand out to the door, I pushed it open, but I didn't miss a drop of blood that was plastered on the knob. Training my gun up into the room, I surveyed around and my eyes landed to see the man, that was suppose to be my kill with my bullet, with his head titled back and his hands tied to his chair- he looked to be sleeping but the two bullets to his head and chest told me it was an instant kill. Someone had beat me to it. "Damn it." I hissed out, clearly annoyed. I placed my hand on my earpiece turning my body sideways to the door. It hadn't been thirty minutes but my brother needed to know we wasted valuable time with me coming down here. It was apparent he wasn't doing bad business with just my father. My brother didn't respond and I rolled my eyes before my breath quickened after hearing clinking of a glass, and I turned on my heel ready to fight for life or death. I hesitated for the first time in my life. Piercing grey eyes in the dim light to Abram Smirnov's office stared back at me, and not to the gun that could end his life at any moment. He looked to be the man that invited death with open arms, but it was on his time and not when the universe called for him and the way his eyes flickered told me it was for damn sure not going to be from me; not for tonight. His fingers grazed the side of his glass before I watched him tick his forefinger against it. He radiated off power and my finger closed around the trigger but I didn't pull it. If he was going to hurt me; he would've by now. What did he want? Nicholai Corsetti