He was broken. I was happy. He wanted every pretty girl in sight. I only wanted him. He never noticed me. I was in love with him since the day I first saw him. My dilemma is trying to get Lark Everlake to fall in love with me, even though I'm not on his level of popularity or anything of the sort. I hadn't known Lark very long before I fell...hard. What I mean by 'not very long' is I hadn't known him for longer than a minute. Two minutes and I knew there was no hope for me. Lark Everlake is the bad boy at the boarding school my parents sent me to. I'm all alone here, except for my younger brother Jordan. Nothing would ever be the same once Lark actually noticed me, determined to be my first everything yet try to play a dangerous game of love. If I fell for him, I lost. If he fell for me, he lost. Only, he didn't know that if that was the case I lost before the game could even commence. I know Lark knows how to break a girls heart, however I wanna know how, you don't just know exactly what to do to hurt someone not unless someone hurt you first. ~*~ "If I win...What do I get?" I ask, not taking my eyes off my text book knowing if I did I'd blush or crack under the pressure of Lark's narrowed eyes in amusement. "You get to be with me, I'll drop everything just for you," Lark offers, shutting my text book so I'm forced to look at him. His green eyes are watching me closely, examining my face for any signs of weakness. I shrug my shoulders, pretending not to be too interested in the the topic. "And if I lose?" I ask curiously, I'd really like to know since this could ideally ruin my entire existence. "If you lose, which is most likely to happen, you get nothing at all," Lark responds, he looks up like he's reconsidering. "I've decided that when you lose I'll ruin your social life," "Deal."

"watch it bud . don't forget this is just some stupid bet ."

❌WARNING: VERY MATURE ❌ |Completed| 20-year-old lingerie/lewd model for vogue and Victoria Secret, Kat Lovelace. 21-year-old sexually frustrated, amazing photographer, Ryder Bane. The two are paired together as permanent pairs in a Victoria Secret modeling competition getaway. He's staring at her all day in nothing but a few delicate laces. She's finding it fun to tease the fuck out of him while he's working. They hate each other. But they can't keep their hands off each other. They're playing a dangerous game, for the rules state there can be NO intimacy between the pairs. {Reached #1 in Model} {Reached #1 in Dominant} {Reached #1 in Risky} {Reached #1 in lovehaterelationships} {Reached #5 in lust} {Reached #2 in Lingerie}

His eyes darken, his pupils dilating almost entirely. His warm hand cups the back of my thigh and pulls me closer, so I am now straddling him completely. I am half afraid his motorbike will topple over onto the grass, but the thought is soon erased from my mind when I feel his hot minty breath on my neck. "I want to take you over and over until your throat is sore from screaming my name." He sinks his teeth softly into the plush skin on my neck. I purse my lips, looking out into the distance to see the beautiful twilight sky. I brush my fingers through his dark hair, tugging at it so I can look straight into his eyes as I roll my hips against his. He smirks. His lips look tempting, but I only smile when one of his hand slithers up to my hip and lifts me up before yanking me back down onto the now visible bulge in his jeans. "Touch me, Kings," I whisper. "I am, doll-face." He kisses my jaw tenderly. Teasingly. I frown, taking his hand that rests on my hip and placing it on my aching heat. A surge of wetness rushes out of me. "I meant here," I say breathlessly, my eyes threatening to flutter close. - Leah Stone is only a few months away from graduating high school. As she pushes through her last year at Riverdale High, she is convinced she will graduate with no trouble. That is until Hunter Kings, Leah's longtime crush and the town's bad boy barges into her life and rouses her awake from her 18 years daydream to show her what she really missed out on in her teenage years. Midnight dinner, wild motorbike rides and endless inappropriate innuendos are only some of the things that Leah Stone will undergo on her journey with the town's bad boy. But what will happen when they finally graduate? Only time will tell. // #1 romantic #1 explicit #2 maturecontent

"What the hell Savanah?!" Mathew said while turning around, anger plastered on his face. I was no longer laughing, I was just standing there, frozen in my spot as he came closer and closer. "You really shouldn't have done that" and with that he smashed his lips on mine. - Savanah Jones just moved to a small town in California, but on her first day of school, she ends up running in to the famous bad boy, Mathew Gray. They both prank each other and soon start to realize that they might have feelings for the other person and the other person might have feelings for them. Will they use that knowledge to there advantage?

Dylan is a 17 year old girl living her life until one day were her brothers best friend moves in with us, what happens do they like each other or do they hate each other or do they go there separate ways?

⚠️16+⚠️ __________________________________________ What happens when Brinley Brooks finds out dark secrets about the new boy at school? ___________________________________________ "Why are you still here!?" he questions staring at the dent he made in the wall, I touch his shoulder, he turns around quickly grabbing me by the throat pushing me up against the door, I tightly close my eyes shut, tears escaping. I reopen my eyes and stare into his lifeless ones. "Hunter... please" I begin to sob. He lets go of my throat and looks deep into my eyes. "Go!" he snaps taking a few steps back. "Why?" I sob holding the blanket in place over my body. "Because you're not my girlfriend.. only a toy, I don't need to tell you anything, so grab your shit and leave" ___________________________________________ ⚠️WARNING MATURE CONTENT⚠️ -Violence -Smut scenes -Abuse -Drugs ⚠️READ AT OWN RISK⚠️ ❗️ALL PHOTOS/VIDEOS AND GIFS USED ARE NOT MINE❗️ #1 in sexscenes (23/11/19) #3 in highschool (26/11/19) #4 in lovestory (26/11/19) #2 in profanity (2/12/19) #4 in completed (2/12/19) #5 in stephenjames (5/12/19) #1 in bestfriends (18/12/19) #1 in Zendaya (3/1/20) STARTED 7/09/19 FINISHED 12/10/19 BOOK COVER DESIGNED BY: @DeepestDesiire 1 OUT OF 2 BOOKS

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

She was a good girl. She was polite. She was humble. She was extremely beautiful. She studied hard. She didn't drink. She was completely genuine. She would curl up with an good book every night and be completely content. She had a past that always tended to follow her around wherever she went. She wasn't as strong and resilient as she made herself out to be. Her name was Emily Collins. He was a bad boy. He was impulsive. He was arrogant and cocky. He was extremely good looking. He raced. He drunk alcohol. He was a complete player. He would go to a different party every night. He had a past that always tended to follow him around wherever he went. He wasn't as bold and confident as he made himself out to be. His name was Aiden Black. When Emily moves back to her hometown to be with her best friend and cousin she doesn't expect to be window neighbours with Pearlacre highs biggest heart ache. She definitely didn't expect the late night conversations and the events that always seemed to throw herself and Aiden together or the strange feelings she had soon developed for him. Emily was the epitome of a good girl. Aiden was the epitome of a bad boy. Fate has a funny way of doing things, well that is only if you believe in fate. And they say opposites attract Maybe Emily is just like any other girl Maybe Aiden plans to use her for his own benefit and then throw her away like so many other girls before her Or maybe she's the Bad Boys Exception.... ________ Please be warned that this is an extremely slow building story (more so than you think)!! Feel free to DM me at anytime to ask any questions or even just have a chat!! :)))

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }