The Nerd. Natalie Watson. Straight A student,plain girl,quiet,reserved. She lives her life one day at a time,with a loving mother, a far away best friend, and very rosy expectations on her future. The Angel. Kyle Romano. The most popular,hottest guy in school. Everybody loves him,girls fall at his feet,even teachers are charmed by his angelic features. He also happens to be Natalie's crush,but he's never even acknoledged her existence. Cliché,isn't it? It would be,if it weren't for a third element. The Devil. Eric Rivers. The school's bad boy. He's that element fathers would never want their daughter around,that one bad element that frightens even teachers. With a record of crimes (alleged or not), a very bad reputation,and devilish good looks,he's the cliché of a bad boy. But...what if there is more to discover behind the bad boy mask? What if,in truth,Eric only pretends to be a bad boy? Their roads cross because of a school project,but that's only the beginning of a new journey,which,for Natalie,involves discovering a new world. The one called LOVE. But love hurts,doesn't it? And life's not at all roses...especially when there's a Devil involved. ************** A/N: This story is undergoing a severe editing,with view to publication,therefore please,ignore eventual typos,and keep in mind that I will be changing title and some chapters. Also,this story has a sequel,Can't You Feel My Heart (temporary title),whose first chapters are already published on Booksie,but it'll get here as soon as I start actually working on it. Said this,enjoy the story,and please,leave a feedback. I'm here to cut my teeth,so be ruthless.

Ever considered just how many texts we write but never send?

I know what it takes to move on I know what it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got (Linkin Park, Waiting for the end) NOTE: I put this into Poetry because no other genre felt right, but these are not poems.

Meet Will. The type of nerd we all dream of. Clever,witty,cultured,practically a genius, yet so hot as to even rock that geeky look. Downside: brooding and snappy. Meet Al. Cockily funny. To him,laughing is a serious business, but sex is a bigger one. Downside: will hit on anything that breathes and has a vagina. Meet Byron. The man that takes charge. Strong, self confident, heart of gold...perfect husband material. Downside: still in love with his ex. Then there's Rebecca. Coming from a cruel family and a heart-wrenching loss,all she needs is peace and fun...the kind of fun her roommates can easily help with. One girl. Three godly looking guys. Things are bound to get dirty real quick. The trouble is...Rebecca's heart is closed for business after Tom,but what about the guys? DISCLAIMER: This story contains extremely EXPLICIT contents,including not just sex but also violence and abuse. Please,do not read if you're underage or feel umcomfortable with such contents.

Charlotte Collins is a crime novel writer, she's pretty good at it,but when her best friend nudges her pride, claiming she can write only vicious murders, she accepts the challenge. She will write the next bestselling romance novel. The problem is, she has no experience with love. How can she write about it,if she's never felt it? A fortunate encounter on the train seems to save the day. However,appearances do tend to deceive... Highest rank: #686 in Short Story (Dec 22nd) For the cover: Thanks for the patience and the awesome work to @xTheCherryLoverx

"You know when Christmas is coming, and you and your friends start getting all worked up because of all the gifts you ought to buy, you fuss and fuss because you have no idea what to get them, and you start hating Christmas and fancy retiring in a cloistered convent? Yeah? Me too. However, my friends and I have found a quite interesting solution to that. Let me tell you about it." DISCLAIMER This book contains smut, caution advised if you are under 18. This story contains extremely EXPLICIT and extremely ADULT contents.please do NOT read if you're underage and/or you'd feel uncomfortable with such scenes.

If asked, baby Emily Robinson would have gleefully said that, her life revolved around two cornerstones: volleyball, Riley. Volleyball was the passion that gave her life. Riley was the "special friend" that fueled said passion and offered an otherwise insecure, shy little girl the means to grow up strong, confident, badass. Professional volleyball was a dream close to becoming true. Riley was reality. The most reassuring one. If asked, Emily would have said, she could not live without those two. That's why when, in a matter of months, she loses both, Emily's life starts spiraling down. The self consciousness about her looks goes from easily containable to fullout war waging deep inside her, menacing to bring her down any minute. So when, four years later, Riley comes back, he finds that his cutely shy Honeybee has turned into a beautiful quasi woman that is inexplicably paralyzed by fears. How can he help her regain the strength she had? And what happens when he starts realizing that indeed, his Honeybee is no longer a child, she's become a dangerously attractive girl. How can he help her fight her demons, without letting his mind and heart stray? He can't fall for the same child he used to babysit ... or can he? Highest rank #14 in General Fiction (04/08/2017)

Hi, my name's Jake Watson. I'm 28 years old, male. Dirty blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, six foot four tall, 180 pounds more or less. I'm an overly privileged white spoiled rich American boy according to some. A deranged and dangerous threat to society according to others. I suffer from heavy anger management issues, I'm a sociopath with masochistic tendencies and an unconscious death wish. That means the only way for me to feel anything is through self harm, and that I voluntarily put my life on the line at least half of the time. This is my story, and you're very welcome to read it, but only on one condition: don't fall for me. I don't deserve it, I'd destroy you. Like I did to her. I said I was here to fix her, instead I destroyed her. NOTE: This work of fiction is registered on patamu.com, therefore under protection of international copyright laws. https://www.patamu.com/certificate/81538-0a6 Don't be scared by the number of chapters,these are like...3-4 books altogether

Joanna Brooks had her life all planned. She'd have graduated in time, got a great job, had a successful career. In the middle there would have been a relationship or two maybe, but by the age of 25, she'd have been happily in a stable relationship, working for a well known newspaper as journalist. She'd have never guessed, when she was 12, that none of these plans would work out. 28 years old, stuck with a crappy job and no love life whatsoever. Future seemed as bleakas ever. With two new kittens, Joanna was readying herself to start her life as crazy cat lady...but her new neighbor, handsome and lovely photographer Ben Harris, doesn't seem to think it that way, as he gets ready to revolutionize her whole existence. Trouble is, his own life is not as crystal clear as he pretends it is. Add two pervasive friends determined to close the chapter in Joanna's life called "virginity" by hooking her up with their cute brother, plus an unsettling return, and you get Joanna's adventure of a lifetime. DISCLAIMER This story is intended for all those girls that have troubles seeing themselves as the beautiful beings they are. This is for you, beautiful girls. Be yourself. Don't be ashamed of you are. Just embrace your own unique nature. Be chubby, skinny, shy, introvert, extrovert, weird, crazy, lovely...whatever it is, just BE YOURSELF.

"This is so wrong ..." Emma breathed out against his lips when he pinned her up against the wall. "Is it?" Alexander echoed, slipping his hands underneath her large sweater, grazing her lips. "She's my friend ..." Emma argued weakly, albeit unwilling to push him off. "Don't think about it." He merely replied, starting to nibble on her neck. As his lips nipped down on her sensitive skin, Emma let out a breathless moan and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, so that he could hook her legs around his torso, effectively seizing her in his arms. The walk to his bedroom was short, and before she could say anything, she found herself on his bed, him hovering over her. His every touch was inebriating, the way his lips knew exactly where to go in order for her to lose sight of her moral duties, the way his hands skillfully caressed every inch of her skin, as if savoring it in advance, was driving her insane. And when she met his fiery gaze, Emma knew she was doomed. She had no chance but to surrender to this devil that was tempting her, pushing her towards something that - she was well aware - would be difficult to give up on once set in motion.