❝It's funny really, how much we all missed each other but were too stubborn to say anything❞

Old version Just a modern-day love story between a quiet boy with obnoxious friends and a girl that likes flowers Sommerstall Academy is a contemporary teen romance novel filled to the brim with cute, funny, and occasionally heartbreaking moments- not to mention steamy scenes... Tw's for this story can be found on my website (check bio) If you are nee here, better to read the more recent version on my account!

Asher Humphrey booked a babysitter on Friday night so he could hang out with his friends after their hockey game. When the sitter backs out last minute, Cole Becker, one of his teammates manages to convince his sister to take the job of babysitting a toddler for a few hours. Riley Becker has deadlines to meet and though she accepts babysitting Asher's three year old son, it's only on one condition and for her, it's not about money. #1 in books #1 in collegestories #3 in single parent

ONGOING "I hate you," "I don't think you do," he cups my face, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I really do," "Lying isn't good for you beautiful," "Has anyone every told you that you suck?" "No?" "Well I guess there's a first for everything. You suck. " "I love it when you talk dirty to me," ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° HIGHEST RANKS #2 in heartfelt #1 in attractive #3 in cliche ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° Belle Huxley was a talkative girl in college that majored in music. She wanted someone who would listen to her ramble about her favourite artists and sing late night songs with her. Belle was always up for friends, even when she had troubled with them in the past. Even when her mental health drowns her. Hunter Maxwell was the popular hockey player who wanted no distractions. His one and only goal is to play professional hockey after he graduates and observes rather than talk. But he can't when he's so drawn to her. She brought him out of his shell and he's hates that he likes that. He was blunt and bold, a guy with no filter. She was caring and happy, a girl who was extremely talkative. Even with a horrible past. Maybe opposites do attract. Maybe. ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° "I'm going to shove your hockey stick up your ass," "Is that your way of saying you love me?" ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° NO SMUT IM SORRY.

• Mia Taylor • A 5'0 girl with brunette wavy hair up to her shoulders, beautiful blue eyes which you could get lost in forever, and the shyest personality of them all. Skipping grade 5, Mia is starting her Sophomore year at USC at 18, studying medicine. However being the younger sister of Mattison Taylor, Mia has struggled with many things that no person should have to struggle with, taking a toll on both her physical and mental health. • Jackson Lewis • A 6'5 senior of USC, also the quarterback of the USC Trojans. Known as the McDreamy of campus, Jackson is who the girls want to be with and who the guys want to be. As the charming man he is, Jackson is known to sleep around and drop girls faster than you can count. All because he has only five F's in mind... • Family • Friends • Food • Football • f*cking On the first weekend back on campus, the football team decides to host a party, starting their weekly streak. What happens when Jackson discovers a beautiful girl walking through the doors of his house, only to find out its one of his roommates sisters? Will he be able to charm his way into her room? Or will he fall in love? Will Mia be able to settle the most popular bachelor in town? Or will past struggles of hers come in between them? • FURTHER BACKGROUND INFORMATION INSIDE • (TW • Mentions of ed's, anxiety/depression, drinking, possibly drugs etc. If you are not comfortable reading about those topics please be careful when reading this or don't at all. I will put in mentions if there is a specific part going into detail of these subjects)

Raine Kaliskaus' dreams of being a dancer were shattered by her parents. They sent her to a prestigious college for her first year, and all her hopes vanish. To top that, she's forced to sit next to Arrow Costales, an attractive, rude, know-it-all for the whole year. Assignments and forced study dates impells them both to grow closer, and have them falling more quickly than they wanted to.

His hands go under my chin making me look into his grey eyes. "What is it lover boy? You trying to hypnotize me?" He smiles shaking his head no. "You know Encia when you let your walls down your an amazing person" "why do you say that?" "You remind me of all my favorite book characters" ----------------- Valencia D'Angelo got in trouble once again. Her mother had enough and sent her to Highpoint Prep a boarding school for the troubled. She rather go out and party than sit in school working. Silas Di Santis has always stood to himself. He has very few friends and enjoys staying in his dorm with a good book. He is the grandson of the owner of HighPoint Prep. He has lived there most of his life getting raised by his grandparents. Opposites usually attract but not all attraction are good.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3

{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