He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

Two girls, they where never meant to be.. but they got addicted to each other. One with a big and wholesome family living in a big house, with no trouble with money at all. Her name was Layla. One with a religious family living from the little money that she makes by playing guitar on the streets. Her name was Thea. She was hiding a secret. turn out to be in the same class. ༺ ♡ ༻

When Raven agrees to help sheltered Cassian complete his list of firsts in exchange for cash, it's strictly business-until their deal ignites an undeniable chemistry neither of them saw coming. *** After making a deal to finish her last year at Briarwood Academy in exchange for a shot at her dream job, 18 year old Raven Castillo has one mission: graduate and get out. No fights. No distractions. No complications. Cassian Hawthorne has spent his life buried in books, sheltered by his overprotective parents. But with college looming, he's ready to change that. He has a list of firsts to complete, and the unbothered new girl seems like the perfect person to help him. *** She needs the cash. He needs the experience. It's just business... until addictive kisses, lingering touches, and stolen glances make it anything but. What happens when their deal turns into something neither of them can control? Will they allow these sparks to fly, or will their personalities be far too different to carry on? ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 [CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE] #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirl #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in plottwist #1 in forbiddenlove #1 in bucketlist #1 in eroticromance #2 in romance #2 in steamy #2 in lovestory #3 in teenromance

Nina is the most popular girl in school. Everyone thinks she has a perfect life, but she doesn't. Her mother died at a very young age, and she lives with her abusive father. She's never really felt what it's like to love, or to be loved, but that all changes the day she meets Taylor.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. LILLIE SOMMERS thought love would protect her. That Grayson Sterling-the man who made her feel seen-would stand by her side when it mattered most. But when the laughter in the boardroom got too loud, he said nothing. When they humiliated her, he looked away. And when she broke... she broke alone. Now she's done playing the girl who waits. She's taking her power back-piece by painful piece. And if Grayson wants her forgiveness, he'll have to crawl for it. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬. GRAYSON STERLING had everything-status, control, and the quiet belief that Lillie would always be his. But it took losing her to realize he never really had her at all. Now he's haunted by the echo of her silence, obsessed with the fire in her eyes, and desperate to prove he's still the man she once loved... or at least the man he should have been. 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. For fans of broken boys, unbreakable girls, and second chances that burn before they heal.

Cameron Cole has a plan. After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up for grabs and there's no way she's letting that slip through her fingers. But then she's goes and makes one impulsive mistake that changes everything. Wesley Reed has it all. As the golden boy of the Charlotte Colts football team, he's got the talent, the looks, and a future so bright it's practically blinding. Girls throw themselves at him, professors let things slide, and the world bends to his will. But when a required freshmen paper threatens his eligibility, the two are brought together in a sick twist of academic fate. Cameron can't get him out of her head and Wesley isn't making it any easier with his cocky smirk and insistent charm. Their arrangement teeters on the edge of disaster as unresolved tension and late-night study sessions give way to a steamy, no-strings-attached deal. But in the game of love and lust, someone always has to loose-and the stakes have never been higher.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

LANA: I fell in love with the golden girl. She's the perfect student, the skilled captain of the volleyball team, and the girlfriend of the nicest players on the football team. She's my best friend, but ever since she kissed me as a dare at a party before freshman year, that's all I can think of. Senior year is here, and after last summer's shitty series of events, I don't deserve such a wonderful woman as her. CHARLOTTE: My best friend is the school player. She parties and drinks and sleeps around, she's a free spirit. Apparently I've got the perfect life, but why do I still think about that kiss with her? Why do I wish I could have that type of feelings for my own boyfriend? Why can't I stop thinking about her all the time? She's just my best friend though... right...?

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ANGEL) Older. Scary. Silent. Damon Lars was always lurking in the shadows, a sinister presence that scared me. It would be oblivious for me not to notice him even in the darkest areas. He was there. Maybe invisible to others, not to me. My brother's best friend, Damon, was notorious for his dark reputation. While I immersed myself in books, I could feel his gaze upon me. Sometimes, I feel him notice me too. No one knows what happens when all my brother's friends are busy. I saw him. Every day. And I vowed to keep my mouth shut. My secret. And his. STELLA RUSSEL (PRINCESS) Rich. Entitled. Bratty. That was me, and I'm proud. I hated Grayson Meadows. He constantly treated me as if I were a spoiled rich brat - which I was - our fathers being business partners made us around each other a lot. Despite his mocking, he always protected me, causing me to feel uneasy in his presence. If I harbor such animosity towards him, why do I find myself concerned for him too? I hate him. But I fucking need him more. LILIANA ROSELINE (DOLLFACE) Jaxon's intense gaze always sent shivers down my spine, as if he could see right through me. He was Marci's violent older brother, a brooding figure with a penchant for chaos. Danger seemed to emanate from him like a dark aura. Yet, amidst his menacing aura, he would fixate his eyes on me, as if I were the epitome of perfection. But could a girl, so perfect, ever be enticed by a man like him? Yes, because I'm so deep down in love with him. AVERY RAVEN (LITTLE DEVIL) Alessio, the loud figure, refers to me as the 'little devil' and feigns animosity towards me. He says he hates me a lot. However, deep down, I am aware that his feelings are quite the opposite. In the dead of night, when the world slumbers, he clandestinely dials my number on each of my birthdays, evoking an unsettling sensation within me. Until last summer, when everything went south and I ruined Alessio's life