When you lose someone you love, a part of yourself gets taken away. You are left with the ghost of who you once were, and no matter how hard you want to be whole again, you never will. When Joy's brother gets murdered in a drug deal gone wrong, her perfect life shatters in a million pieces. Blinded by the pain, she loses sight of what once made her who she is, and decides to get revenge on the man who killed him, not thinking one second about the consequences. With only a first name and a city to find the one responsible for her brother's death, Joy embarks in a hell of a journey through street gangs and drug deals, clueless to the reality of the world outside her white fence house life. Will the tattooed boy with brown curls who seems to be the only one in his gang to see her for who she really is be able to make her change her mind before it's too late?

"Don't even try to deny it", she spat at me. "I see the way you look at Brad, the way you talk to him as if you two are the only ones in the room. You're constantly around him, craving his attention. It's pathetic". "Wow, I'm pathetic? Yet I'm not the one feeling threatened by my boyfriend's best friend, am I?", I answered as she looked at me with eyes full of aversion. I had never felt more hatred towards me than at this moment. "Look, I don't know where this is coming from, but you're wrong, I'm happy with Jay". [...] "Wouldn't it be unfortunate if Jay were to hear about how you have to fake it in bed?" My heart sank at the sound of what she had just said. Brad had told her. He had told her the most intimate secret I had shared with him. "What do you think you're achieving by doing this?" I asked, swallowing down my tears. "You're gonna get dumped as soon as Brad hears about this". "But that's the thing, he won't know about this conversation, 'cause that would mean your precious boyfriend will hear about your little secret". [...] I had so many things I wanted to tell Brad, or more like yell at him. But I couldn't, because once again, that would have meant he'd know about Ash's blackmail. And I knew she'd go forward with her threats if I told anything to him. I was facing a wall. Whatever I decided to do, I would end up losing. If I told Brad about my conversation with Ashley, I'd lose Jay. But for her to keep her mouth shut and for me to keep Jay, I'd have to give up my friendship with Brad. But how good of a friendship was it anyway? A best friend wouldn't go tell all your deepest secrets to random people. No, a best friend wouldn't make fun of you like that. Based on my Instagram text story FRIENDS | @thevampsarecalling.

❝youre too innocent for someone like me, peaches❞ [ this was initially written as a fan fiction but you could can read this as a normal book as well :) ]

Who knew having Brad Simpson being your room mate would cause so much drama.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❛fuck you, simpson!❜ ❛my pleasure, babe❜ © hairtoolong

Opposites attract. Liv's life suddenly becomes all about the annoyingly cocky and tattooed boy who sleeps with the entire school. She hates him but he insists she will change her mind.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓 Making a bet to see who will ask to kiss the other first is easy, right? Not if you're living together. . . © hairtoolong [ slowly editing ]

"Brad, what're you doing?" I whisper, only just loud enough to be heard over the music but soft enough to not ruin the incredible intimacy of the moment. His eyes flicker upwards to look intensely into mine again. "I was going to kiss you" he whispers in reply in an equally hushed voice. "Why?" What Not To Do When You're Alone With a Guy by Ella Evans. Chapter One: Ask the Attractive Guy Why They Want To Kiss You "Because..." he breathes as he moves his thumb away and his lips brush against mine just ever so slightly, "I've been dying to for weeks" * * * * * * * When Ella Evans' mother decides to get married, Ella is thrilled for her. What she's not so thrilled about is the Satan spawn, otherwise known as Brittany, her new step-sister-to-be, who is not only moving into the Evans household but also into Ella's bedroom. Ella has only two options. One. Kill the demon spawn. A tempting yet illegal offer. Or two. Go and live with her brother Tristan for a while. Perhaps the more sensible option. Or so Ella thinks. Until she meets the other guy she has to live with. Her brother's bandmate and flat-sharer, who goes by the name of Bradley Simpson. Warning: contains strong language and mild sexual content. Disclaimer: I do not own The Vamps, any other artists mentioned, any songs, lyrics or brand names used in the story. I do, however, own any original characters and the plot, and would appreciate if people did not steal or copy them. Thank you.

𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳?