She hears all the locker room talk. She helps when the guys drink too much before a game. She tapes them up when they're injured. And in return, they watch her back. While most students spend their time partying, Lily spends her free time working. But her job as the assistant athletic trainer for the PSU football team comes with the benefit of being friends with every player on the team. Except the entirely too cocky, reckless, and charming golden boy of the team: Vincent Bradshaw. When they aren't spouting insults at one another, Vincent and Lily are doing everything in their power to avoid each other. That is, until Vincent gets injured.

"Why do you hate me so much. One minute you are all on me the next you act like I'm dead. I don't want to do this any more." I yell in his face. He gives me one those smiles that make me want run my fingers down his ..... Then he pulls me in to his arms. He puts his big strong hands on my face " I do hate you. I hate you because you made it so easy to fall in love. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt, and for that I hate you!" He kisses me. I feel every word he spoke in that one kiss. {Tijan Inspired}

"What do you want me to do to you?" He whispered seductively in my ear. "Touch me." I said, barely above a whisper. A small smirk appeared on his face as he pulled my body closer to his. "Okay." He picked me up bridal style and carried me up to his room and, well, the rest is nothing but temptation and lust.

"He often told me, my name and my eyes were my most obvious feature," I sighed at the memory. "But only I, could ever truly know what my best feature is, and right now, I'm not sure what that is anymore." ••• Amnesia; a partial or total loss of memory ••• Amnesia Steele would like nothing more then to forget everything she's ever known and you'd think that with a name like hers it would be easy right? It's not until a few people pop up into her life that they're able to show her how giving life could be. Even from Grayson Dolan. But little did they know, that they would be needing each other now more than ever.

a book not only about beauty but also pain.(NOT EVERYTHING APPLIES TO ME, I WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS SO EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING TO RELATE TO)

Nuria Daeva is a 17 year old girl with a traumatic past which she is yet to overcome. Shes been in America for 2 years now and she's struggling but finally learning to love herself again but it's hard when your learning to love someone else, too.

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

|Book One of Disaster Series| ••• ❝Please stop doing this,❞ Ridge whispers, resting his forehead on my shoulder blade, his breath hitting my skin, chills coursing through my veins, seeping deep into my bones. The look in his eyes, the hunger and the want warms my heart. ❝Stop doing what?❞ I murmur, clutching his arms for support. My eyes close involuntarily, loving the feel of his body moulding with mine. ❝Stop making me feel things I shouldn't feel.❞ ••• Meet Lydia Herrington, aka the new girl. She's not your basic - You want a fight? She'll give you war. Her notorious nature is what gets her into trouble all the time. She's definitely not the one to take your bullshit. Meet Ridge, aka the Golden Boy of Hillcrest Academy. His family and his friends - two of his prized possessions. You mess with them, you mess with him. He can bring you on your knees with just one goddamn look. What happens when circumstances, or what you can call fate tie Ridge and Lydia up in a small game? A game that can change their lives in a way they never thought of. So guys, climb on the motorcycle, put on a helmet, wrap your arms tight, because this is going to be one hell of a disastrous ride. ••• BEWARE - THIS IS THE FIRST, UNEDITED DRAFT, SO IT WILL HAVE TYPOS AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS!

Highest rankings: Cliche romance: #1 (8th November 2019) Crush: #2 (2nd December 2019) Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Olivia Jones is an anti-social, clumsy, funny, shy, and a well-rounded person. She has one best friend, Emily Miller and is grateful for her since her parents can't seem to make time for her apart from the holidays and her older brother is off at college. Emily decides to take Olivia to a party hosted by her boyfriend, Kyle who just happens to be best friends with Austin King. It's been a year since Austin asked Olivia out and she rejected him but his fragile little ego can't seem to handle it, that brings us to the current day, where Austin has made it his priority, to get her to fall in love with him. Or is that the only reason? Just his luck, they get thrown in together for a round of seven minutes in heaven, well to Olivia, it's hell where he kisses her and claims her as his. (Whatever that means) and from there on, things take a sharp turn. She hates him. But how thin is the line between love and hate? . . . . . "I like you, Olivia and you're mine. And you can't do anything to change that." he stated before he took a step forward and pressed his lips to mine. What the holy frickity frackity freaking hell just happened? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED