She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"We need to start from the beginning. We need to find out who actually did it." ••• Alexandra Black's new found perfect life turns upside down when her psychotic ex-boyfriend, literally, crashes into her life with his car. He wants her back, he'd kill anyone who comes between him and her, even if it was Alexandra herself. But, there's this bad boy already there in the picture, who just isn't ready to give Alexandra away so easily. Now now, this isn't the cliché story where the bad boy meets the good girl and they fall in love. This is Alexandra Black's story about how she cleared all the mess she's made in her life, while falling in love with the green eyed bad boy all the way. This is the story of the bad boy's Girl Next Door. ▪▪▪ "You think I'm ugly?" Cole asked, faking disbelief. "Now now, don't think of yourself as an ugly person. Think of yourself as a beautiful monkey." I said, smirking at him. Cole's green eyes sparkled. "I knew you were attract--wait, did you just call me a monkey?" He asked, this time really in real disbelief. ▪▪▪ "I'm not the girl next door, I'm the bitch across the road." Take your inner Nancy Drew with you, as you follow Alexandra through all of the ups and downs, while trying to seek for the truth. ▪▪▪ NOW COMPLETE Needs editing.

Blackout is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the the Original Edition for free and the Books Edition upon purchase. Allie doesn't believe the car crash that caused her amnesia was an accident. She knows the truth is hidden in her past, but maybe some secrets are best left forgotten. ***** When Allie Castillo wakes up after a terrible car crash with a severe case of amnesia, she wonders if there's more to the accident than meets the eye. Returning to a life she can't remember, she starts uncovering who she was before the crash, and the answers aren't comforting. Chased by nightmares that feel more like memories, and urged by a mysterious classmate eager to help her remember, Allie finds herself on a dangerous path once more. Escaping the past isn't going to be easy, especially when her survival now depends on remembering who she used to be. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]]

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }