"Don't leave mad." He said suddenly, panting, as my fingers brushed the doorknob. I paused, curious and fuming all at the same time. "Please." His voice broke, making my heart drop to my stomach. "Never leave mad."

♫ Dafil, Dafil. Sweet as taffee. Eyes like glass, and Tongue like candy. ♫ Dafil Odair spent so long on the back of a motorcycle that she nearly forgot what it felt like to drive one. She's Silas Odair's Old lady, after all. Why would she ever need to? He's the president of the mother chapter of one of the most notorious outlaw motorcycle clubs in America. The Originals MC. But what happens when he's killed in a shootout and his vice president steps up to take his place? Well, instead of avenging Silas, Vice President, Archer Young forms an alliance with the club that killed him. Hellbent on getting revenge, Dafil leaves to form her own, female club, in another state. The Inamoratas or 'female lovers'. Soon enough, The Originals and The Inamoratas become . . . rivals.

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

"It's Enzo and Kenai, get it right!" _________________________ Enzo Fitali is a cunning, slippery-as-soap thief. He steals to survive. He's no Robin Hood. He isn't trying to be some sort of infamous outlaw. Kenai Delmar is his partner in crime after he finds himself unable to kill her after she discovers that he's the armed robber that told her to "kiss the ground" as his friends robbed her local bank. Together, they're the modern day Bonnie and Clyde. "It's Clyde and Bonnie."

"You're a good bang, so what's wrong with you?" Axel Vito is an attractive boy with decent grades and siblings that love him. He has a fat cat named Gilbert who also loves him. He is often seen riding around New York on his bike or behind the counter at the local Starbucks. His life is seemingly perfect. So, what's killing Axel?

Every story needs a catalyst. For Wren Jamison, it was Walter Quinn. * * * * * Catalyst. Science will tell you it's a substance that speeds up change. So I looked forward to the day I would stop being a sleeping in, semi-seriously homeschooled, number one Dave Franco fan girl. But I never thought that day would come so soon, so quickly – and I never figured that Italian sports cars, designer clothes and an army of girls ready to claw my eyes out would come with it. And what exactly did I need to do to turn from a completely nutty nobody to the kind of person everyone kept their eye on? Simple. Just Add Walter. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper

[HIATUS] ❝Despite being a total Jerk, he made her laugh─laughter is music of the heart.❞ Mellow & Sweet, Flo was in love with her best friend, Kane Jacobs - heartthrob extraordinaire. Unfortunately, her feelings for him were unreciprocated, seeing that he chased every girl that wasn't Flo. Drowning in boredom, Flo just wanted to taste freedom or at least sip liquor. Luckily, her world spiraled downhill the moment a boy arrived at her door, wasted beyond infinity. The drunken dude was Ace Lockwood and he was a certified badass. Apparently, he had "accidentally" crashed his motorcycle in her mailbox, pissed on her succulent, and puked on her porch. But after a few weeks, Flo realized that she wasn't just infatuated with his motorcycle but also the boy riding it. [Humor #10/ Teen Fiction #10]